"Whew!" With a soft sound, the ore split in half and slammed into the floor with a heavy crashing sound, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror!

Sycamore's eyes widened, and he looked at the two pieces of ore with his mouth open!

His Excellency Dean's "magic show" was not only that, the fire line on his finger "sizzled" and was extinguished by a water drop that suddenly condensed, and then this water bead gradually deformed on his fingertips, and it also turned into a slender water line!

This waterline on his fingers, like the tentacles of a thin-clawed octopus, flexibly bent and coiled, and even automatically braided into a complex bow, and then dissolved in the blink of an eye, like a living tentacle, rolling up half of the ore on the ground, and throwing it around as if it was tied by a rope!

The waterline flickered long and short, and the ore was thrown around like a meteor hammer, and then the waterline was suddenly released, and the ore fell to the ground again, but at this time, the waterline suddenly condensed and turned into a thin piece of ice, and with a "click", the plate ore was divided into two again, turning into two smaller individuals!

Under the stunned gaze of Sycamore, the ice flakes melted again, recondensing into a small drop of water on Zemmour's fingertips, and then the color of the small droplets gradually changed, forming a faint emerald green and exuding a slight sourness.

The old mage beckoned, and half a piece of ore spontaneously jumped from the ground into his hand, and the emerald green water droplets suddenly wrapped around his index finger, and he held the ore in one hand and wrote on the smooth section of the ore cut out with the other.

The old mage smiled and threw the ore with a secret character written on it in his hand, and suddenly flicked his fingertips, and the emerald green water droplets suddenly let out a "woo~" roar, and with a "snap" sound, the hard ore shot out of a round, fingertip-sized hole.

"See?" The old man handed over the scarred ore he had ruined to Sycamore.

Wutong looked at it stupidly with the ore over and over again, but the old man Zemmour had already sat back in his chair, comfortably picked up a cup of black tea that he didn't know when it was on the table and took a sip, but he frowned again, stirred it in the teacup with his fingers, and put his fingers in his mouth with a "pop".

The black tea in the cup was already boiling, the old man blew the hot mist, and seemed to think that the black tea was too hot, and rubbed two fingers as if he was sprinkling salt into the teacup, and the endless ice powder fell into the cup, and soon dropped to the most appropriate temperature, he began to enjoy the black tea, while smiling and looking at the sycamore holding the ore and seemed to be in deep thought.

After a while, Wutong's dull eyes came alive again, and he also tried to condense flames, water droplets, and ice particles on his fingers, although he was far less skilled than the old mage, but he faintly had some appearance, and Wutong even tried to condense five water droplets on his five fingers, trying to control them while making them spin on his fingertips.

But unfortunately, perhaps because of the lack of control, the water droplets quickly dissipated three of them, leaving only two that almost fell from his fingertips, and Wutong had no choice but to retreat and not pursue the effect shown by the old mage, the five water droplets covered his five fingers, and then suddenly condensed into five ice finger sleeves!

The old mage's eyes lit up, but he didn't say anything, but the old Mike next to him showed an appreciative look, because the five ice fingers of the sycamore had stretched out about half an inch long, which made his fingers look like the claws of a beast!

His Excellency the Dean also nodded with satisfaction, and was about to speak, when the short claws on Wutong's fingers suddenly shattered, and then, a drop of water condensed on his fingertips again, and the old mage stopped his words for the time being, and looked at what Wutong was going to do, but his eyes became more and more surprised, because, on Wutong's fingertips, water droplets, flames, a small swirling wind whirlpool, a trace of jumping electric sparks, and on his little finger, there was even a cloud of sound waves that could not be seen, but slightly trilled!

At this moment, His Excellency the Dean and the youngest assistant teacher were stunned, and exchanged a look of surprise, but they didn't say anything, and at this time, the five arcane forms in Wutong's hand suddenly lost control, produced a violent explosion, and disappeared.

"Very good!"

The old mage interrupted the interested Sycamore before he was about to try again: "But you obviously haven't thought about why this is happening. But don't worry, you have time to think slowly! Recall what I just said, and besides, I'll give you a homework assignment to study your Spell Description, and I'll have an exam when you come back and hand in your inaugural assignment! ”

The old man's words pulled Wutong back from his thoughts, opened his mouth, and was interrupted by the old man before he could speak: "Don't ask me!" Think for yourself! "I almost didn't choke Sycamore to death.

After a pause, Dean Zemmour nodded, "Well, I can give you some hint, 'Don't believe what you see, and don't trust anyone else; Don't try to limit your thoughts, and don't try to control your head; Don't be afraid to question, and don't be afraid to experiment; Don't be satisfied, and don't think you've done enough to use your imagination. I know why I was able to become the head of the Venane Academy even though I was just an old man with a few chicken rib spells, and why I was called the [Arcane Defender], [Master of Words], [Great Prophet], [Hand of Control], [Arcane Master], [Dream Shaper], [Master of the Dead], [Seeker of Nothing]"

The old man seemed to be boasting, proudly showing off his long list of titles, but he gave Wutong a question mark for thought, but this seemingly simple question was so profound that Wutong was not enough to understand it in a short period of time, and when his brain was still messy, he was kicked out of the dean's office.

Standing outside the office door for several minutes, Sycamore blinked his eyes, realized something, sighed, and hurriedly left the Venane Academy, and the dean and assistant professor who were hiding in the office and peeking smiled.

Old Mike couldn't help but complain: "Your Excellency, Dean, you teach him these now, this poor kid probably has to think about such stupidity for a while now, that's the content that can only be accessed at the ** teacher level, right?" ”

The old man Zemmour shrugged his shoulders very irresponsibly: "I didn't expect him to really understand, I just gave him a direction to think, didn't you find it?" This kid is so envious of his talent, maybe we should arrange for him to test the source of his bloodline when he returns. ”

Old Mike was surprised: "What are you going to do?" Isn't it a good thing to let him search for the roots of his bloodline so early? ”

"What can I do, if I don't strike first, the old guys over there in the Arcarix Academy will be ready to move, this little guy is too capable of tossing, and the movement is too big, and now several major families, the royal family, and the Arcane Council have begun to notice him, and falling into these forces too early is not conducive to his growth."

His Excellency Dean Zemmour complained: "I don't believe you didn't notice just now, this little guy actually wore one of the [Dawning Sage] suits on his body to show off like this, and he himself probably didn't notice at all, those equipment resonated and arcane fluctuations on his body Damn, is he a magnet?" These old antiques that have disappeared for thousands of years, how can they come to him one after another? Do the math, how many are these? If he doesn't let him grow up as soon as possible, maybe I, the only disciple who has taken a fancy to me in the past few hundred years, will die! ”

Old Mike was speechless for a while: "Then you don't have to deliberately arrange him to die in the [Wailing Wilderness], right?" He still has a strong aura of the Seven Stars of the Night on his body."

The old man shrugged his shoulders irresponsibly: "If he can't even resist this level, what does it matter if he dies a little early and dies a little later!?" ”

"You can be cruel and ruthless!"

"Thanks for the compliment!"

"Well, you win!"

"Don't worry! This little guy's ability to 'dig up antiques' and cause trouble makes me feel jealous and surprised. ”

"May I think you're deliberately framing this poor little fellow?"

"I'm teaching him that eagles can't fly into the sky without breaking their wings!"

"That being said, you don't have to push him off a cliff while he's still an egg, do you?"

"Ugh"

When Wutong returned to the "Secret Law Store" in a trance, the others had not come back yet, but Lin Linling's Xiaoba had already prepared a large amount of food and supplies for him, which were prepared for the group of barbarians, and Wutong originally planned to directly use his and Xiaoxiao's two super backpacks, plus a bottomless pit-like [package trap].

However, considering that this time I was going to explore the goblin tribe and I was going to the [Wailing Wilderness], which is said to be extremely dangerous, I had to stuff the super backpack and [Parcel Trap] with all kinds of supplies that might be used, and I don't know how long it would take to complete this mission, so I had to be prepared for a long time to resist.

While his companion hadn't returned, and there was still time, Sycamore took out the "Spell Details" that Dean Zemmour had ordered him to study again, intending to hurry up and study some of the things he had just envisioned in his mind.

(To be continued)