Joe's fist came in an instant, and before Renault could react, the fist wind had already blown in front of him, and the strong wind pressure blew so strong that he couldn't open his eyes.

"Stinky boy!" The old man exclaimed.

But the fist didn't land on Renault, and when he was still five millimeters away from the tip of his nose, Joe stopped.

Renault opened one eye slightly, and saw his fist stop in front of him, before he slowly exhaled a long breath, and found that his back was already soaked.

Joe slowly withdrew his fist, looked at Renault, then at the old man, back and forth several times, then took a vicious sip, lit another cigarette, and took a deep puff.

"It's annoying, it's this old-fashioned plot again, and even the stupidity is exactly the same."

"You kid, what's your name?" He asked, biting his cigarette.

Renault swallowed: "Renault, full name is ......"

"That's enough." Joe put his hand in his pocket, looked condescendingly at Renault, who was slumped on the ground, and asked in a tone that couldn't hear emotion, "Boy, will you join my guild?" ”

Ha? Renault swallowed his saliva and combed his chaotic head, didn't he just survive under this guy before, why did it suddenly develop to this point?

Joe repeated again: "I said, do you kid want to join our guild, my guild is called [Southern Wolf], you have probably heard of it." ”

"I refuse." Renault looked at the old man behind him.

Joe still didn't give up: "You kid has a stupid energy that doesn't want to die, although I don't know why you are so stupid, but what obsession does such a stupid person generally have in his heart, join my guild, and then become a martial artist, this obsession will become your strength, you will be stronger than those magicians." ”

He stared into Renault's eyes and said word by word: "In your heart, you are actually thirsting for strength, right?" ”

After saying this, Renaud's hand clenched violently, he raised his head, and blurted out, "I...... I refuse. ”

Originally, his heart was already shaken, but a second before he agreed, he suppressed this impulse again.

"At least, before the old man leaves......" thought to the young man's heart.

Joe seemed to see through his thoughts, and said rather regretfully: "Did you refuse, it's rare that I said so much, forget it." ”

He said to the old man from afar, "Izquirkir, the famous magician has now become a drag on others. Shape up or ship out. ”

"By the way," he added, turning his head, "next time I'm so stupid, but I'm going to die, and your 'courage' will probably only stop me." Renault yes, I remember. ”

After speaking, he spit out smoke and turned to leave, saying to himself as he walked: "This can be regarded as an 'irresistible factor', that's right, that's it, the mission fails, and the meal starts." ”

On the other side, Renaud turned around, looked at the old man who had not dried his tears, and asked incredulously, "We, we have escaped...... Is it? ”

The old man also relaxed, and fell limply beside the broken wall, "Sort of, we, survived." ”

"Great!" Renault threw himself over to the old man, overjoyed.

"Your arm, is it all right?" The old man looked at Renault's waving left arm, and there was a hint of sly cunning in his tone.

"Ah, I forgot, it hurts, it hurts!" Only then did Renault remember his broken arm, which was now bruised and unnaturally twisted.

"Smelly boy, stop howling. It's just an arm, and I can't help this pain, and I want to have something to do. But even though he had said that, there was not a hint of disgust in the old man's eyes.

"Let's go, don't look at me like this, your little injury still can't stop me, and then from tomorrow, you come to learn magic from me."

"What?" Renaud was stunned, "I can also learn magic?" ”

"Nonsense, even the muscular idiots of [Southern Wolf] can see your potential, can't the old man see it? Or do you not believe the old man? ”

"No, no, no, I'm just...... It's a little impulsive, it's not right, it's exciting, it's not right, it's not, it's right, it's not ......."

"Okay, what are you talking about, what are you doing in a daze, let's go!"

"We ...... Where to? ”

"Go home."

……

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, when you see this sentence, time has passed like a white horse, flashed away, and in a blink of an eye, it was six months later.

In the past six months, Renaud has been practicing magic with the old magician Izquikil every day, but it is not so much about practicing magic as it is about exercising, because Renault has not even learned a magic array in the past half a year, and the old man has only taught him two things:

Sense the magic and control the magic.

"Don't be lazy, repeat to me, what is the composition of magic?"

Next to the dilapidated small shack, the old man sat on a spliced rocking chair, lying leisurely, squinting at the figure of the young man not far away.

Renault crouched there with a flushed face, naked, carrying two tin buckets in each hand, filled with sand and gravel. He gritted his teeth and persisted, sweat running down the shallow gully between his chest and abdomen.

"Magic is the power formed by the magic particles distributed in nature, and through the different uses of magic, it resonates in the body, and thus produces a variety of magic."

Renault struggled to support him, and even his voice changed his tone, "Old man, is your method really useful, this posture is too strange." ”

"Call me Teacher," the old man glared sharply, his beard growing high, "this set of actions is said to have come from the East, and one guy used it to pay off my debts, and it was worth a lot of money." ”

"Are you sure he's not fooling you?"

"Old man, how many times have you said that the old man is not yet 50 years old."

"Looks like he's seventy or eighty...... Renault muttered quietly.

"What do you say? It seems that you are still very energetic, give me another half hour of practice. ”

"Don't......"

Renaud lowered his head in resignation, looking like he was loveless, and kept muttering: "I said old man, didn't you say that you would teach me magic, but it's been half a year, and I haven't even learned a decent magic, I admit that my physical strength has increased a lot during this time, and my feelings about magic have become clearer, but even then I can't be called a magician." ”

He couldn't stop thinking about it, but this time half an hour passed, and the old man didn't sneer at him. Sensing something was wrong, he jerked his head back.

"What's wrong with you, old man? Hey, what's the situation. ”

The old magician had fallen unconscious on the chaise longue at some point, his face was as dead as ashes, and his breath was like a gossamer. Renault jumped up and down in a hurry, but he didn't know what to do.

"That's right, magic, magic." Renaud stretched out his hand and closed his eyes, summoning the magic flowing through his body. The magic particles gradually converged in his palms, and his hands began to glow.

He pressed his palms against the old man, and the glow flowed, but it didn't look like it had changed, and the old man showed no sign of waking up.

"Why is this happening, isn't it all written in knightly novels, people who are in a coma will wake up as soon as they feel the flow of magic."

Renault stopped his mana output, wiped the beads of sweat that hung from it, looked left and right, and slammed his left fist his right palm.

"No way, old man, don't blame me."

"Physical Awakening Dafa!"

Then he picked up half of the expired juice on the floor, took a big gulp of it in his mouth, and sprayed it in the old man's face.

"Huh? Well! It's raining? ”

Renault quickly threw away the drink bottle and asked sincerely: "Old man, you are awake, do you know how worried I was just now?" ”

"I'll talk about that later," the old man snarled at his face, "next time you dare to wake me up in this way, you'll be finished, you know!" ”

"What, did something just happen?" Renault looked up at the sky with an innocent expression.

"Less garlic!" The old man wiped his face, sniffed his palm, and looked disgusted: "Phew, strawberry flavor." ”