Tang Lang didn't have much feeling about cultivation before, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he deeply felt the importance of this world for cultivators, if he was expelled from the academy, he would only be a salted fish waiting for death in this life, and he wouldn't even have a chance to turn over.

After such a small episode, Tang Lang lost his interest in eating, ate a meatloaf at random, and followed Jiang Dali to the afternoon class. In the afternoon, it was a spell defense class taught by a five-rank spell master, although it was a beginner martial arts class, it also required a certain understanding of spells in order to know oneself and the other.

Without exception, Tang Lang and Jiang Dali were still sitting in the back corner, waiting until Feng Yuanming, the spell instructor, walked into the classroom.

Feng Yuanming was a middle-aged man with a thin body, with a high nose bridge and deep eyes, and said in a deep voice: "In the past six months, I have explained to you the principles and characteristics of more than ten mortal-level spells, and I will not explain new spells today, but I want you to start classroom practice. Spell defense, just theoretical explanation is useless, you have to experience it yourself to understand. In the face of a spell master, the most important thing is to be able to be fearless in the face of danger, and you must find the opponent's flaws in the shortest possible time and knock them down, otherwise the loser must be a martial artist, do you understand?"

After speaking, Feng Yuanming took all the students to a ring outside the classroom, and said to everyone: "You come up one by one to fight against me, I will only use mortal-level spells, and you can use martial arts and blades at will, as long as you can resist the two spells, you will pass the level! I will not seriously injure you, but if you perform too poorly, a lot of flesh and skin suffering is indispensable......

After he finished speaking, he casually pointed to a large student: "You, the first to come up!" It was Jiang Dali who was named by Feng Yuanming.

Jiang Dali rushed to the ring in a few steps and bowed deeply at the other party: "Lecturer Feng, my hands and feet are a little heavy, you can be careful!"

Feng Yuanming sneered: "You don't have to worry too much! I am also a five-grade curse person, and I can still be injured by you hairy children! Look at my fireball curse!"

Feng Yuanming's fingers moved slightly, and a string of strange notes quickly recited from his mouth, and a bright fireball the size of a fist appeared out of thin air, floating in midair, and with a wave of his palm, a wave of heat was drawn towards the river.

Jiang Dali stomped his right foot, and his body quickly dodged to the side, wanting to avoid the attack of the fireball, Feng Yuanming smiled slightly, his fingers turned, and the fireball turned suddenly, and continued to fly towards the opponent's body.

Jiang Dali saw that there was no way to avoid it, so he could only exhale and speak: "Look at my tiger roaring fist!" Both fists swung suddenly, and a faint qi formed an illusory colorful tiger head, which collided with the fireball that rushed up, sparks splashed everywhere, and they were wiped out together.

Feng Yuanming nodded and praised a few words: "That's good! This punch technique is a bit hot, and the timing is also good, just to cancel out all the power of the fireball, but the spell attack is not only to this extent, facing the spell master is to face the spell attack like a storm......

Before the words fell, five or six fireballs appeared around his body again, flying towards Jiang Dali like meteors catching the moon, and at the same time, a faint shadow flew out from between Feng Yuanming's fingers.

Jiang Dali's attention was all attracted by the fireball, his face had a solemn expression, he didn't notice the shadow in the middle of the fireball at all, he was directly hit head-on by the shadow, and the fist power condensed in his whole body suddenly scattered, and the whole person seemed to be frozen, and he could only move his limbs slowly, and his speech became word by word: "I...... This...... Be...... How...... What...... Huh?"

Feng Yuanming stopped the fireball, rushed to Jiang Dali's body, slapped it on his body several times with his dexterous hands, and said indifferently: "If it is a battle against the enemy, you have been stabbed several times by now, and you are seriously injured. Martial arts can't be blindly ruthless, I just mixed a sluggish spell in the fireball spell, using firelight to cover the shadow created by the sluggish spell, but you didn't notice it at all. The spell is vast and profound, and an insignificant mortal-level spell can also cost the life of a big person!"

Jiang Dali stepped off the stage with a look of shame, and Tang Lang hurriedly went up to comfort: "Dali, it's okay!"

Jiang Dali shook his head and said with a little annoyance: "I was too careless to even notice the Slowness Charm. Lecturer Feng used to say in class that many spellcasters like to mix auxiliary spells with offensive spells, which can have an unexpected effect, why didn't I think about it!"

Although Tang Lang's physical qualifications are not good, the old spicy eyes that have been practiced on the streets for many years have long seen that Jiang Dali is not caused by carelessness, it is all because he has too little actual combat experience, patted the other party's shoulder, and said with relief: "Dali, as long as you find more opportunities to fight with the spellmaster in the future, don't panic!"

In the gap between the conversations between the two, several more students were defeated by Feng Yuanming using various dazzling spells, and it was not until Yan Haochuan came on the field that the situation changed. Through the observation of the previous students, he deliberately selected a heavy wooden shield for self-defense by the ring, as well as a two-foot-long short sword.

Hao Chuan couldn't dodge Feng Yuanming's fireball at all, he blocked it all with shields, approaching the lecturer step by step, waving a short sword in his right hand, the sword light was like water, and it was clearly a mysterious martial art.

Yan Haochuan couldn't help but show a little smug on his face, and said loudly: "Lecturer Feng, my swordsmanship is not passed down by the academy, but I learned it from my own home, called Shuiyun Sword, and I also ask the lecturer to comment!" After speaking, the short sword under his hand shook out a large piece of water, covering the blade of the sword, and it was impossible to distinguish the point of the attack.

Feng Yuanming did not show a panicked expression, but danced with his hands, and a bright point of light appeared between the two, suddenly releasing a dazzling light, and even the onlookers hurriedly closed their eyes, while the nearest Hao Chuan was instantly blind, and said in a panic: "My eyes ...... My eyes ...... "The short sword in my hand is still chopping and chopping."

Feng Yuanming turned sideways, walked behind Hao Chuan, and struck lightly at his back, the other party fell in response, and was held by Feng Yuanming with his hand, and said slowly: "Do you understand?" Even if you have the upper hand, you can't take it lightly, as long as the opponent still has the power of one blow, the battle situation may be reversed at any time." The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength, this is the truth!"

The battle in the ring continued, Tang Lang didn't want to stay at the end to attract attention, paced to the blade display on the side of the ring, selected a short blade to hold in his hand, and waved it a few times, although it was not as easy as his usual butterfly knife, but he also had some confidence, so before the previous student was defeated, a brisk step rushed to the ring, bowed and saluted: "Lecturer Feng, let me come below!"

Tang Lang's name as the tail of the crane is also well-known in the junior martial arts class, and Feng Yuanming also has a little impression of it, squinting his eyes and saying, "Are you sure? Based on your previous performance, maybe you can't even dodge an ordinary fireball spell, and I won't be responsible if I get hurt." I think you'd better forget it!"

Tang Lang shook his head and refused: "Thank you, lecturer, I still want to try! If I am hurt by you, I will not complain." Besides, you are a five-grade spell master who deals with a little student of mine, and you can't hold it back, hehe......"

"Even if you still have a bit of guts, I'll try my best to control it and not let you get hurt! Why did you take a short blade, this semester, the academy shouldn't have handed over your short-range martial arts, do you also have family heirloom martial arts?"

Tang Lang scratched his head and said: "The lecturer is laughing, where did I get my family heirloom martial arts! It's just that I don't have enough strength, so I'm only suitable for this kind of light blade, and I can practice it more easily, and I ask Lecturer Feng to be merciful!"

Feng Yuanming saw that he was extremely sincere, his attitude eased slightly, and he nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll try not to hurt you!"

Tang Lang's hands clenched slightly: "Lecturer Feng, I'll start!" Holding a knife flower in his right hand, the short blade refracted a point of light the size of a copper coin and shot into Feng Yuanming's eyes, his right foot stepped down violently on the spot, his left foot took a step to the right, and his right hand swung the knife and stabbed the lecturer's left forearm.

Tang Lang used to be in the street melee, in order to save his life, he had painstakingly practiced the dagger knife technique, and finally after countless painful battles, it was summarized into more than ten techniques, like this kind of reflection of the knife body to disturb people's vision, and then quickly attacked, which is the most skillful one, but the attack point is changed from the opponent's throat to the small arm.

Feng Yuanming was caught in the light spot, his eyes were dazed, his heart couldn't help but tighten, he took a few steps back, subconsciously drove the spell, and five or six fireballs flew out of the air to protect himself.

Tang Lang didn't use all his strength, he had been guarding against the lecturer's fireball, his right foot was retracted, his left leg was slightly bent, he took a few steps, and at the same time turned to the right, his right hand stabbed back violently, and slammed Feng Yuanming's back with the handle of the knife.

Although Tang Lang did not use any martial arts, the eyesight and reaction that he had practiced on the streets for many years made Feng Yuanming not dare to be careless at all, and he didn't have time to turn around at all, with a wave of his backhand, an earthen wall suddenly rose behind him, Tang Lang didn't notice it for a while, his entire right arm hit the wall, and his arm was suddenly in pain, and even the short blade in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Feng Yuanming took advantage of the situation and turned around, his hands spilled a piece of ice, and his lips opened slightly: "Freezing Spell!" An ice mark suddenly formed on the surface of the ring, where did Tang Lang encounter such a situation, he didn't notice it for a while, he stood unsteadily under his feet, and fell to the ground with his back to the sky.

A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Yuanming's mouth, and he continued to cast the spell: "Soul Curse!"

Tang Lang suddenly felt a terrifying and abnormal power seeping into his body, the whole person became panicked, trembling all over, the short blade in his hand could no longer be held, and fell to the ground with a "bang", but the ruthlessness of the street blood did not completely lose control, and said intermittently: "Lecturer, you ...... I just used four ...... Spells, aren't they...... I should be counted as passing!"

Feng Yuanming was stunned for a moment, his brows first twisted, and then he laughed a few times: "Count you kid through! How did you become so clever today, it's a bit interesting!"