Ye Naifa saw that Yang Hao was restless, knowing that he had passed the period of weakness, so he said:

"Boy, get out of class early today, your afternoon class is canceled, go to the training ground to find a witcher named White Wolf."

"Who is he?" Yang Hao asked.

Ye Naifa thought about the man who had hit, and his expression was a little complicated.

"Hmph, powerful witcher, bastard who likes to play with sorceres, Gwent card maniac, Ciri's father, my man."

"Ciri is your daughter?" Yang Hao grew his mouth in surprise, although Ye Naifa in front of him was full of the ultimate charm of a mature woman, but he didn't look like a person with such a big daughter.

"Hehe, how old do you think Viselmir is?"

Ye Naifa was misunderstood about his age, but he was still very happy, and asked with a smile.

"At least 70 years old."

Yang Hao thought back to Viselmir's old appearance and replied.

"Hehe, little brat, Viselmir is a 400-year-old monster."

"O my luna!"

Yang Hao was not thinking at this moment of why Viselmir could live for so long, it was normal for there to be some strange things in the wizarding world, he was thinking about Ye Naifa's real age.

From the meaning of her words, she must be more than just how young she looks.

Curiosity was lazy, Yang Hao couldn't help but secretly look at Ye Naifa's face, but he couldn't see the slightest flaw.

"Bump!"

"Oops!"

"What are you aiming at, fuck off!"

Ye Naifa noticed Yang Hao's peeping, and realized that he might have revealed the secret of his age, he was immediately a little annoyed, and a painless shock wave threw Yang Hao to his stomach.

Hearing Ye Naifa's reprimand, Yang Hao didn't dare to fight back, because he was at a loss, and he didn't dare to fight back, because he couldn't beat him.

Walking on the way back to his residence, Yang Hao couldn't help but sigh: Everyone here has a story!

There are still a few hours left before the afternoon class, and Yang Hao is just in time to practice his newly acquired skills.

Since he systematically studied the law seal, Yang Hao finally knew how stupid he was in his previous behavior, and he even wanted to draw the law seal with zero foundation.

First of all, the weapon that Yang Hao used to practice was not right, not all weapons could be used to depict the magic seal, the most basic condition was that the material of the weapon needed to have a certain degree of demonic conductivity.

The magic conduction of ordinary steel is very poor, and the magic seal cannot be preserved at all.

Therefore, if Yang Hao uses low-level weapons to practice, he is doing useless work.

In addition, the magic pattern that Lilian showed Yang Hao before was not the two lines that seemed on the surface, but a combination of countless small magic seals, which Yang Hao could not understand at this stage.

The Weak Osf Seal is one of the simplest of the few primary seals, and even so its structure can still give the layman a headache.

The object of Yang Hao's depiction is his own spike hand half sword, and the sword made of the female foot of the hacking spider has good demonic conduct, which can increase the success rate of the depiction of the law seal.

For the surface texture of the spike hand half sword, Yang Hao forced his eyes to depict it, after all, it often needs maintenance.

But out of prudence, Yang Hao observed again and found a suitable place to depict the law seal.

The depiction of the seal of law is more than the big action of sweating, as long as you stick your hand in the chosen position, and then use magic to carve the model of the seal in your head.

It's a very long process, and there can't be the slightest distraction, otherwise all the work done will be wasted.

Of course, failure also comes at a cost, there are not many locations on a piece of equipment that are suitable for depicting the magic seal, and a piece of the area around the failed position can no longer depict the magic seal, which means that a piece of equipment fails 2-3 times in a row, and it can almost be declared that this equipment has no chance with the magic seal.

Fortunately, Yang Hao's foundation skills are very solid, and he can endure loneliness, which invisibly increases the success rate.

Gradually, after a long period of magic carving, a fist-sized shallow seal was left on the sword, and the structure of the magic field began to stabilize, and when it was completely stabilized, this magic seal was counted.

In the future, even if it does not infuse mana, it can collect free energy in the air on its own, exert a weak effect, and once it infuses a small amount of mana (1 unit), it will burst out with real power.

Two hours later, after a thrilling operation, Yang Hao successfully portrayed a weak Osfa seal.

He's like a kid with a new toy, dancing excitedly and eager to try out his magic powers.

"Zheng"

The air flowed through the blade at high speed, causing it to vibrate, emitting a sword sound similar to that of a sword drawn at high speed.

The entire sword body was firmly wrapped in high-speed airflow, which not only increased the sharpness of the sword, but also made the sword body look blurry, which had the effect of confusing the enemy.

A clear boost is felt during the swing, which makes the sword faster and more powerful.

Yang Hao was very satisfied with the fruits of his labor, and he kept getting familiar with the half-sword in his hand in the state of the law seal, which can be said to be in love.

By the time he came back to his senses, there were still 3 minutes left before the promised meeting time.

Yang Hao hurried with all his strength, he couldn't afford to mess with any of the people here, and if he was late, he would be finished.

"Whew... Call... I'm sorry, I..."

When Yang Hao came to the training ground, there was already a vicious demon hunter with gray hair and a scar on his eye, sitting and waiting with his eyes closed.

"No need to apologize, the time is just right."

The man said without opening his eyes to talk, his heart was like a calm lake, without a ripple.

The expected reprimand did not come, but made Yang Hao a little stunned, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Your mental strength is good, better than what Viselmir said, but it's too scattered, and it's just weak."

The good feeling that had just risen disappeared in an instant, and Yang Hao didn't refute anything, he knew that what the other party said was probably right.

And Yang Hao guessed that the purpose of this trip was to solve this problem, since it was beneficial, it was still "acceptable" to be told a little "big truth", maybe.

"Master, what should I do then? Help me! ”

Yang Hao was playful and used a stalk from more than a year ago.

The white wolf obviously couldn't keep up with Yang Hao's brain circuit, opened his eyes and said:

"You can rest assured, it won't be fatal, all you need is a meditation book to collect and make good use of your spiritual power."

Yang Hao's heart is surging, and anyone who has seen Western Fantasy knows that a suitable meditation method can be called the second life of a wizard.

Big white wolf, you're so cute.

"Speaking of which, we are quite fated, my full name is Geralt White Wolf, and I will be your meditation instructor."

"Ah, really, we were a family five years ago, do you have any strong meditation recommendations?"

Yang Hao hit the snake with a stick, and began to ask for benefits with a dead face.

"Uh... Kid, you may have misunderstood" 20110