It's not so much a potion concoction as it is a magic show. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As Ryan's fingers blocked the mouth of the glass bottle containing the purple lotus petals, the purple petals suddenly began to wither rapidly, and a deeper and deeper purple mist spread through it. As the petals turn to ashes, the purple mist continues to churn in the bottle, and the sun shines like a dream.

Mage's Hand!

The empty left hand grabbed the void, and I saw that the glass containing the fruit pulp in front of Ryan suddenly trembled, and the viscous liquid in it rotated rapidly, and as the water level of the wall of the cup rose, a large piece was empty in the center.

The glass bottle in his hand was slowly emptied, and the purple mist flowed down like a waterfall, and soon gathered in the middle of the whirlpool, but it never touched the pulp.

Focusing on the two distinctions, Ryan's forehead gradually oozed sweat, but that wasn't all.

Ryan hooked his finger to the side, and the leaves of the Demon Emperor Grass twisted into a thin blue curl, sticking vertically towards the center of the glass.

The blue Demon Emperor Grass touched the purple mist, and the latter seemed to encounter the flames of gasoline, and it rose instantly! Spreading upwards in an unstoppable stance, in the blink of an eye, a large purple flame had completely enveloped the blue leaves, and as a faint glimmer shone in it, a terrifying manic magic gradually spread.

Seeing that the purple flame was enveloping the Demon Emperor Grass, Ryan held his breath and slowly let go of his control over the fruit puree.

The latter rotated slower and slower, and as the space shrank, it soon came into contact with the place where the purple flame first appeared, merging.

With the slightest creaking sound, the fruit pulp quickly swallowed the bottom of the purple flame, and the purple flame above, which was still absorbing the magic power of the Demon Emperor Grass, was suddenly attracted by the 'invader', wrapped in the Demon Emperor Grass that had shrunk by half, and quickly rushed downward.

Seeing the blue-purple flames constantly emerging and twisting in the milky white pulp, the incompatible posture seemed to explode at any time, which really made Ryan quietly sweat.

The latter did not wait any longer, picked up a bright black crow feather and threw it into it.

The blue-purple flames had no temperature, but they had an unusually manic and terrifying magic, and the crow feathers had just touched its surface and turned into ashes in just a moment.

The Crow Feather has the property of fusing magic materials, which can fit well with most magic powers, and can effectively reduce the rejection reaction of other magic powers, making it the most important binding material for wisdom potions.

Seeing that one feather was not enough, Ryan frowned and carefully put in the second. It wasn't until he added the fourth that the flame in the cup became quiet.

The black ash attached to the pulp acts like a magnet, tightly absorbing the flame. Soon, little by little, the fruit pulp completely enveloped it all.

It's finally over!

wiped his forehead, his hands were covered with sweat, and Ryan was already sweating profusely. But he didn't have time to care about the physical and mental exhaustion. Holding the glass high, the blue-purple slime looked crystal clear in the sunlight, shaking in it like jelly.

A small pinch of slime was dipped in a glass rod, and as Ryan focused, a wisp of magic slowly approached it. As the two came into contact, the little bit of slime began to atomize very quickly, turning into wisps of blue-purple light smoke, which quickly dissipated in this space.

It worked!

Wisdom Potions, which are potions for spellcasters, cannot be tested in the same way as Troll Blood, but can only be judged by color and mana.

The feedback of magic is an indescribable message, like a dream, but extremely clear. To put it simply, anyone who can manipulate magic can test the properties and effects of this potion.

Casting the mage's hand again to bottle the finished product, Ryan went out of his way and continued to prepare the next flask.

It's a pity that the load of the wisdom potion on mental power is really a bit excessive, and in this case, Ryan's error rate has reached an unprecedented high, and in a whole day, he only succeeded in blending less than ten bottles.

And it also made it rare for Ryan to have no energy to meditate, because the configuration of the wisdom potion required the whole focus on the mage's hands, Ryan's spirit and nerves have been in a tense state, and such a large consumption made him fall asleep.

Early the next morning, Ryan woke up and habitually cast magic tricks on himself to clean up, but as soon as he used his magic, a tingling sensation came through his mind.

Mental overdraft? I didn't expect it to come again......

With a wry smile on his face, the half-elf shook his slightly heavy brain, hesitated for a long time, and still picked up the towel and walked out.

Fort Bright Star is unfriendly, even extremely unfriendly, to ordinary people, not to mention the water pipes, not even a well.

I didn't think it was anything before, but now when I need to use it, Ryan can't wait to kick the architect of the academy to death.

But after today, I'm afraid he will forget about these things himself......

If he wanted to wash, only the small river that ran through the entire Shining Star Castle could satisfy Ryan, but he didn't want to be stared at with strange eyes, so he consciously walked towards the back mountain.

Going up the river, Ryan finally found an open shoal, and began to clear out the fatigue of the night by the mountain stream.

The arrival of late autumn not only brought the drow elves, but also caused the temperature to drop sharply, and the early morning water carried an icy chill that made Ryan's already groggy brain gradually clear.

Although Ariel's technology is far inferior to that of the earth, it has to be said that the environmental aspect is really touching.

The stream is crystal clear, the mist is like a beautiful light veil, as if it is not covered, and the subtle appearance of wanting to refuse and welcome is intoxicating. At the same time, the soft chirping of birds and the delicate drinking of young girls were heard.

Wait a minute! Girlish?

After wiping his cheeks, Ryan listened carefully, and a small sound came into his ears.

The forest, the girl, the cry......

I'll go, the people in the city are so open!

Putting the towel away in a serious manner, Ryan lifted his feet and walked back, but not in the direction of the dormitory.

Ryan, however, was destined to be disappointed.

From a distance, a touch of silver-white light almost blended with the morning mist, a capable cloth robe, and the long sword in his hand was constantly flying in the air, like a butterfly in a flower, coming and going freely, but not a single leaf was touched.

Light, swift, like a lynx, like a frightening storm. Three light and one heavy, nine consecutive slashes, the long sword in the girl's hand always makes a killing blow in the most unexpected tricky position and timing.

Ryan's originally somewhat obscene face gradually faded, revealing a trace of solemnity and doubt.

The sword dance of the Moon Elves? This is a sword technique that only priests or temple guards are qualified to learn, and this woman can?

Don't think that this kind of sword dance is a rotten street thing, in the country of the Moon Elves, the status of the gods is supreme, as the closest to the servants of the gods, the temple is their supreme leader, the status of this skill is no less than the court secret magic of the Sun Elves, and it is a combat skill that only a few people are qualified to learn.

Despite wearing a ponytail, Cecilia's beautiful face is still difficult to divert her attention, and with the fine beads of sweat on her face, she reveals a compelling heroic spirit. If it weren't for the frost on his face and his dark eyes without any fluctuations, it would be enough to be the best in the world.

In the previous game, due to Watsontrau's hostility towards him this month, Ryan paid special attention to the other Moon Elves in the academy. Cecilia impressed Ryan with her Closed Moon Shy Flower posture, superb spell casting skills, and dark eyes.

The most memorable thing is the cold expression that has not changed for thousands of years, as if everyone owes her money.

Beauty can always drive the conversation, and the goddess of coldness can easily hook the rippling spring hearts of teenagers, and Patri has boasted more than once that he can conquer her.

Of course, it's just blowing, after all, this woman is prestigious, coupled with the temperament of not being close to people, most people will only instinctively take a detour when they see her.

However, Ryan's focus now is not on this, what puzzles him is that the people who have learned the sword dance are the treasures of the moon elves, and it is really strange that Cecilia would come to Shining Star Castle, a human-dominated magic academy.