On the mainland, the strong are roughly divided into two types. One is collectively known as "martial artists", that is, cultivators who mainly cultivate the physical body and also cultivate various weapons. Martial artists enter the Tao with their bodies, focusing on exercising their bodies, cultivating their bodies to adapt to the aura of heaven and earth, gathering spirits and accepting gods, and cultivating to the extreme.

The other kind of person is called a "warlock" by the world, focusing on cultivating the spirit, communicating the aura of heaven and earth with his own divine thoughts, and manipulating various elements in the world for his own use. The manipulation of various elements is collectively referred to as "magic", and often the simplest spell is like a miracle in the eyes of ordinary people. The practitioner is also recognized as the cultivation method closest to the supreme principle of heaven and earth, but its cultivation process is too difficult, and it is often difficult to achieve success in a lifetime, so the number of people is always small.

And it doesn't mean that warlocks of the same level are more powerful than warriors, the two fields are completely different, and it depends on the specific situation which is stronger or weaker. Since ancient times, warlocks and warriors have always complemented each other, but there are also many entanglements.

In terms of grading, the two are basically the same, both from one star to nine stars, and each star can be subdivided into early, middle, and late stages, and the division of spells is roughly the same. There are many one-star cultivators, while nine-star cultivators are rare, and most of them cultivate in seclusion, and few set foot in the red dust.

Jia Gu was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, how could he think that if he casually met someone who was a warlock of high status? Although there were also warlocks who liked to travel, most of them were kept in the family as treasures, and it was rare for ordinary people to even see them once.

Tianlan looked up at Jia Gu, who did not look threatening, but Jia Gu suddenly felt in his heart, stumbled under his feet, and almost fell off the carriage. Fortunately, he still has a follow-up move. He comforted himself in his heart: What about the warlocks? Could it be that there are no warlocks in their Jia family? And this young man is too young to have some strength? If he compares with the warlocks in their family, it will definitely not be enough.

At this moment, he saw the rescuers and shouted, "Uncle Deng, don't go, come and save me!" He stood on the carriage and looked condescendingly, so he could see it at a glance.

He shouted to a middle-aged man dressed in a robe outside the crowd not far away, and the onlookers immediately followed his gaze to the middle-aged man. The man was about to turn around, but he had to turn around stiffly when he heard the words. Deng Qing is a guest of the Jia family, about forty years old. He usually doesn't like this Jia family, but as a guest secretary, he has to help a little, so he turns a blind eye. Today he went out and happened to notice that this place was overcrowded, and when he got closer, he saw that it was Jia Dashao, and he didn't know what bad things he was doing, and he was about to leave but didn't want to be discovered by him.

Deng Qing had no choice but to walk over with his scalp on his head, and glanced at the several guards who fell to the ground, with his understanding of Jia Dashao's lust, it was naturally not difficult to figure out that he was upset when he saw the lust, but he didn't expect to kick the iron plate. Jia Gu immediately shouted: "Uncle Deng, these two people injured my guards, and they also want to do something to me, fortunately you came in time! Quickly, capture him!" As if he was afraid that Deng Qing would ignore it, he specially added: "I will tell my father." ”

Deng Qing sent people under the fence and had no choice but to say: "Young man, you can go with me! I don't want to be rude to you." ”

Saying that, his whole body was lit with a fiery red light, so strong that people almost couldn't open their eyes! However, the cyan air flow on Tianlan's body was extremely light, and it was difficult to feel it if he didn't look at it carefully, and the strength of the two rays formed a stark contrast!

The fire is red, the water is blue, the wind is green, and the earth is yellow, Deng Qing's performance at this time shows that he is an out-and-out fire warlock! Moreover, he is a three-star level fire warlock! He has average talent, and he has cultivated for nearly 30 years before he can barely reach the early stage of the three-star stage. But he was proud enough because he was a three-star fireman. Fire is the most explosive of the four elements, and it is also the most powerful attack spell of the same level. Therefore, he was able to be co-opted by the big family because of his poor family, and he did not have to worry about food and clothing.

Deng Qing's threat should be said to be very effective, if he changes someone and sees a powerful fire warlock in front of him, I am afraid that he will obediently leave with him without saying a word. But it's a pity that he ran into Tianlan.

Tianlan still had a soft smile on his face, as if he didn't see the fiery red light, and said politely: "Then I will bother the seniors to advise." ”

Deng Qing shook his head helplessly, took a deep breath, and looked extremely focused, staring at the top of his right palm. After about two to three seconds, the air became scorching, and the naked eye could see that the red streaks of light gathered above his palm, like gathered fireworks, fiery red and dazzling.

That is, the time of breathing, a fireball the size of a human head took shape, the boiling flames jumped, and a surging heat rushed to the face. This is the most basic one-star spell in the fire spell - the fireball technique! Don't underestimate a small fireball, if it hits enough to burn people to charcoal!

Deng Qing let out a low shout: "Go!" The fireball obeyed his order and flew straight towards Tianlan.

The wind around Tianlan suddenly spun rapidly around him, and a cyan wind blade took shape in a blink of an eye, instantly splitting the fireball in half from the middle! Before the fireball could explode, four or five more wind blades hit, splitting the two halves of the fireball layer by layer, and in the end, there were only a few sparks left!

With an absolute casting speed and an absolute numerical superiority, the Fireball Technique was offset before it had time to exert even half of its power!

Deng Qing's eyes straightened when he saw it, although it was only a one-star wind blade technique, but the speed of the spell was really amazing! How could it be so fast? He had just used one, and others had already used four or five in a row! What kind of gap was this?

The casting speed is generally closely related to the spiritual power of the warlock itself, and most of people's spiritual power is innate, not far behind, and it is difficult to cultivate the day after tomorrow, so there is not much difference in the casting speed. However, what he saw at this time almost overturned his cognition! How strong mental power does it take to fire spells so quickly? Who is this young man?

Deng Qing has self-esteem, so naturally it is impossible to easily admit that he is inferior to a teenager. He meditated in his mind, and soon three flaming handleless knives appeared in the air one after another. This is a two-star fire spell - the flame blade, which is a condensed and upgraded version of the fireball technique, the power is several times stronger than a single fireball, and its high temperature is concentrated on the blade, and the lethality is even better.

There are many restrictions on the casting of spells, and the scale and quality of spells depend on the caster's aura level and mental strength. At the level of Deng Qing's three-star level, the two-star spell can only be manipulated to three at most. If it is more, I am afraid that he himself will be devoured by the magic first and hurt himself.

But soon his little self-esteem was hit. There was a blue light crisscrossing his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, all three of his flame blades had pierced through several holes!

"Boom, boom" three times, and the scattered fire element triggered a burst of explosions, which was not small, and the entire street was filled with a large cloud of dust. The onlookers dispersed in a hurry, for fear of being affected.

The wind is calm, and the dust falls.

Deng Qingtie's face was blue, as a spellcaster, he was naturally not affected by the blast, but the psychological blow was great. The cyan light may not have been seen by others, but he could see it clearly. It was also a one-star spell, the Wind Blade Technique, which was greatly improved in appearance, power, and speed! A highly condensed enhanced version of the spell! The unknown Deng Qing had only heard of it, and had never seen anyone actually use it, so how could he not be surprised?!

The spell he used with all his might could be cracked by just beckoning, and he just destroyed the flame blade, which didn't affect others at all, and he couldn't reach this kind of control!

Seeing his young face, Deng Qing suddenly had a terrible thought in his heart: This person is so talented, he is not the key cultivation object of the wealthy nobles, or the descendant disciple of the hermit powerhouse! This time, I am afraid that he will not kick the iron plate, but the steel plate.

Although Jia Dashao didn't understand the doorways inside the warlock, he could also see that his own guest was obviously unable to beat others, so he dropped a sentence: "I'll leave it to you here!" and then ran away, and the carriage was gone.

Deng Qing's face became so ugly and ugly in an instant, he almost vomited blood in anger, and said in his heart that you, the second ancestor, are working hard, this idiot master actually slipped away by himself, and he really wants people to die of anger.