The teleportation mage who was slightly plump and operated the teleportation circle just turned away, leaving a huge ass speechless at Pujak Bo.

This silent action made him even more sad and angry, because it was this wayward pout of the ass that arched him down just now.

Looking at Puja Bo, who had been captured by Bert but was still babbling and insulting himself, the teleportation mage let out a cold snort in disdain.

This Morey even dared to beat the people of the Shanhai team, but he didn't dare to let him go, otherwise wouldn't he be the unlucky one?

The Book of Ten Thousand Laws, the Scarlet Mage Tower.

"That's how it happened, Teacher!"

Like a child who has done something wrong, Morey hangs his head and waits quietly for the teacher's punishment.

But Yarman, who was on the other side, didn't say a word after listening to Morey's confession, as if Morey was just talking to himself here alone.

As the minutes ticked by, just when the silence in the room was enough to squeeze out the water, the Potions Master finally spoke.

"Don't you think you're amazing?"

"No, Teacher, I"

"Tsk, tsk, the first person, the legend of the future! What a big reputation!! ”

The more Yarman spoke, the more angry he became, and the wooden table that had solidified many high-level enchantment effects shattered.

The crumbling sawdust slammed into the equally hard floors and walls around it like sharp knives, and the entire room seemed to have been swept several times by a team of magic archers with powerful crossbows, and the crumbling rubble, the pages of the magic book that broke like cotton wool, made a mess of the otherwise neat room.

Morey felt that if it weren't for his teacher's deliberate avoidance of his direction, he would probably be no different from a porcupine now.

Only then did he understand what kind of power was hidden in this body when he was grinning at himself on weekdays, and when he was fighting, he was mostly using potions to plot against others.

"Teacher, I was wrong!"

It wasn't until he felt that the anger of the man on the other side who could burn people to ashes had subsided a little, and Morey seized the time to admit his mistake.

"Hmph, I don't know how thick the sky is!"

"It's just the spell in the resale, you still dare to beat the members of the Shanhai Squad in public?!"

"Do you think that now that you are in the organization, you can walk sideways?"

"I'll tell you"

After that slap, although Yarman's anger dissipated a little, there was still a lot of accumulation in his chest, so he sprayed wildly at Morey below.

"Go back, stay in the Mage Tower, you won't be allowed to go anywhere without my notice!"

Watching Moreno's turn away, Yarman, who finally felt comfortable, lay down on his chair without any image and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Cool! Oops"

Looking at his swollen right hand, Yarman once again scolded Morey in the bottom of his heart.

"This bastard boy, if it weren't for the sake of suppressing you, why would I use this hand!"

Just now, in order to deter this increasingly lawless disciple, he couldn't resist the power of using spells, and only used his own strength, and the result was that although the thick wooden table, which was no different from an iron block, was smashed with one palm, the anti-shock force of the table also caused his right hand to suffer a lot of internal injuries.

Now it's just a slight touch, and it hurts terribly.

But just as Yarman was about to go to the ruins to examine himself, his eyes suddenly froze, and he immediately put his right hand behind his back.

"Yarman, a good disciple you taught!"

"In front of everyone's eyes, he actually dared to beat the mountain and sea team that maintained discipline, you tell you, you don't want to protect him today! Call him out! ”

After a burst of spatial disturbance, a figure of a space mage dressed in a silver robe suddenly appeared in the Scarlet Mage Tower, and asked Yarman for Morey in fierce words.

"Mage Felex, have you forgotten how your parents taught you when you were a child?"

"Huh?"

"You should knock on the door before you enter! Get lost!! ”

With the sound of a window cracking, a man's screams rang out for a long time.

Afterwards, according to the memories of the do-gooders, the Mage Felex, who was good at spatial spells and quasi-legendary strength, finally took advantage of it and fell to the ground, and was about to flee with his nose covered in embarrassment, but was stopped by our Master Yarman.

Yarman didn't seem to see the eyes of the Ferex mage who wanted to eat people, and said eloquently:

"At that time, I was still wondering why my disciples would clash with the Shanhai team, and they could easily beat those members who claimed to be elites, but now I have found the reason!"

"Under the leadership of such a rude and powerless waste leader like you, the invincible mountain and sea squad has long been left with an empty shell, today Moregan took the risk to expose your appearance of being strong and strong, and the truth was revealed, you are still embarrassed to ask me for someone?!"

"Do you want to babble like you (a kind of timid zerg)? You really want it, if you want it, I won't give it to you! ”

The embarrassed and angry Master Ferex immediately fainted angrily, and in the evening, the news came that Master Ferex was unwell and resigned as the head of the Field Service Department, and at the same time there was also the news of the reorganization of the Shanhai team.

The Book of Ten Thousand Laws, the Tower of the Elemental Mage.

"Yarman, I heard that you scolded our Ferex mage and vomited blood?"

Who would have thought that the seemingly serious whitebeard was a gossip king in his bones.

"Why do you want to try it too?"

Yarman didn't have a good temper with this whitebeard who owed him a lot of debt.

"Don't! I'm in your boat! ”

Whitebeard pointed at Lancelot, who was walking towards here in a huff, and said with a smile.

"Humph!"

Yarman snorted coldly and dodged in front of Whitebeard.

"Yarman, what do you mean by withholding my disciple for no reason?"

"Master Lancelot, don't talk nonsense! It's those black robes that detain your disciples, and I don't have anything to do with them! ”

Yarman shook his index finger and said seriously.

"Hmph, without your instructions, who of them would dare to detain a law-abiding high-ranking mage for no reason?"

Lancelot didn't believe that the black robes weren't being signaled by Yarman, so he turned the finger at Morey.

"Do you think everyone is like that disciple of yours? There is no one in sight, and they are domineering! ”

"Huh! There is no one in his eyes, because among his peers, oh, including your disciple is indeed not his opponent. ”

"It's not to mention being overbearing, at most it's a little bit of a young man's blood, and it's a little reckless!"