"......" has seen a lot of people who have defected, but it is the first time he has seen it so completely, thinking about the three of them just now singing and trying their best to sarcastically and ridicule, what a tacit understanding they have, and then look at the fall into the well at this time, they did not hesitate at all.

"." When encountering this kind of shameless thing, Lin Li really had nothing to do with them, and when he was depressed, he could only wave his hand irritably.

"Let's get out right away, we'll get out right away...... the sound of "get out" came, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time, God willing, this life was finally saved...... This guy who looks like a seventh-level magician is a pervert at all, looking at Madias lying on the ground, the two of them can't help but ask, is his guy a human being? In the eyes of the two of them, this kind of person is undoubtedly the most terrifying, because you don't know when you will provoke him, and you don't know what reason he will use to kill you...... No one wants to have their limbs broken, and no one wants to lie on the ground.

In the face of such a monster, if you can escape, you should run away...... Lin Li said "get out", and the two didn't say a word, turned around and ran.

"Wait......" But just halfway through the race, the voice of the plague god came from behind him.

At this moment, both of them were really scared and weak.

"What...... What's up? The two of them looked back with a look of surprise and confusion.

Don't...... That pervert changed his mind again?

Think about Madias, the two of them are already pale with fright, this guy is so perverted, if he changes his mind, won't he have to be like Madias?

"Carry people away." Lin Li stopped them and said a word.

"Oh......" Hearing this, the hearts of the two of them fell suddenly, and they invariably grew a breath of cool air, the fear of the rest of their lives, making them feel cold and wet on their vests, as if they had just been soaked in cold water...... And after Lin Li did all this, he bent down again, carefully helped Ou Ling up, and then turned around and urged Ma Sen, who was staring blankly: "Brother Ma Sen, come and help me, this guy is too heavy......"

"Oh!" was urged by him like this, and Ma Sen reacted violently, but when he was helping Ou Ling, the look on Ma Sen's face was still a little strange.

The two sides of this battle left one after the other, leaving only a group of stunned onlookers.

Everyone's expressions were a little sluggish, and there was already a faint fear in the eyes of Lin Li and the others.

They had always thought that the winner of this trial would be Gryffindor, but after this battle, their confidence could not help but waver, and look at the strength of that guy who claimed to be a seventh-level magician...... Instant burning fireball, can Gryffindor do it? Not to mention Gryffindor, even the mentors in charge of the trials, I'm afraid no one can do such an amazing thing.

Almost everyone is praying that they don't meet these three guys in the final qualifying, if they have to...... Just curse that pervert for some natural disaster [***]...... This guy is simply a plague god, and if anyone meets him, the end will definitely be worse than contracting the plague!

A group of onlookers cursed, Lin Li was unaware, and after he helped Ou Ling into the house, he returned to his room alone.

Fractures are indeed a bit troublesome, and a bottle of recovery potion may not be completely cured, and if you want to heal completely, you may need to add some materials...... Seeing Lin Li enter the room, Ma Sen was still muttering to himself: "Damn, I'm also a ninth-level magician, why aren't I as powerful as him?" ”

"Idiot!" Ou Ling's uninjured arm was right on his shoulder, and Ma Sen's muttering was clear to him, and for a while, Ou Ling really didn't know what to say about him.

The strength that that guy showed just now, how could it be achieved by a seventh-level magician?

Needless to say, those two weird flaming fireballs have already subverted the common sense of magic anyway, even if Ou Ling wants to say it, he can't say why.

The last four arcane missiles alone were enough to make Orling take a fresh look at this strange teammate.

The Arcane Missile is a real second-level magic, and below the level of a magician, there is no possibility of instantaneous attack at all, which means that this guy who claims to be a seventh-level magician actually has at least ten or more strength.

And that's at least...... As for the true strength of this guy, even Ou Ling had to admit that he couldn't see through it at all, and could only barely guess based on the previous battle, it could be the peak of the twelfth level, or it might have just stepped into the thirteenth level, in short...... It would never be a seventh-level magician as he claimed to be...... Ma Sen just helped him to lie down on the bed, but he was scolded inexplicably, and the fire that had just been suppressed suddenly came up again: "Damn, don't think that if you are injured, Lao Tzu will not dare to beat you......"

"You try."

"Damn, you won......" Ma Sen glared at Ou Ling fiercely for a long time, and finally had to admit: "Lao Tzu really doesn't dare to beat a crippled ......"

"Say you're an idiot, you still don't believe it......" Ou Ling's coffin face, which had not changed for thousands of years, actually showed a rare smile: "Can't you see that my injuries are almost healed?" ”

"Huh?" Ma Sen was stunned for a moment, and his eyes involuntarily fell on Ou Ling's broken arm.

Then he saw that Ou Ling raised his hand very casually, although there was still some pain in his expression, but the broken arm had been reconnected, which was absolutely unquestionable.

"This ...... How is this possible? Masson's eyes were as big as bull's eyes.

The scene in front of him was like a trick to him.

When he helped Ou Ling upstairs just now, he could see it clearly, whether it was the painful look on his face or the strange angle of his arm twisting, these things couldn't be faked anyway, and Ma Sen even dared to bet with his head that Ou Ling's right hand was indeed broken.

It's only been a few minutes, how can it get better so quickly?

Masson's expression was a little strange, he wanted to ask Ou Ling, is your kid a slime?

"That's why I said, you're an idiot."

"......"

"If you're not an idiot, how can you still see Ferre as a seventh-level magician?"

Masson was taken aback: "Isn't it? ”

"Nonsense ......" Since being injured, Ou Ling seems to have changed a lot, not only has more expressions on his face, but even seems to talk more than usual, hearing Ma Sen ask such an idiotic question, he actually didn't scold people rarely, but just rolled his eyes helplessly: "Have you ever seen a seventh-level magician who can cripple a twelfth-level magician?" ”

"Twelfth level magician!" Masson was startled, and his expression was very strange: "You mean, that Matthias ......"

"Or do you think it......"

"Matthias is a twelfth-level magician, isn't that Ferre ......" Mason felt that he was about to go crazy, he always thought that his strength as a ninth-level magician was already a leader in this trial, but he didn't expect that today was only the first day, and he saw a twelfth-level magician, and this twelve-level magician was easily crippled by his teammates...... "It should be thirteen."

"......" Hearing this terrifying level, Masson almost collapsed.

Damn it...... Is there any reason for this? Everyone is also a magician, why is there such a big difference? Speaking of which...... This guy seems to be younger than himself...... It wasn't just Masson who almost collapsed.

Ou Ling is actually not much better than him.

It's just that his natural surname makes him appear more calm.

It is no exaggeration to say that Ou Ling is a true genius.

In the Lordant Magic Guild, he was even called the most outstanding genius magician in three hundred years.

When he became an official magician at the age of twelve, he even alarmed the High Council, and even sent a Grand Magus to congratulate the Lotterdam Magic Guild on having a true magical genius.

In the following ten years, Ou Ling never slacked off, and his unparalleled talent, coupled with hard work, allowed Ou Ling to break through the realm of magicians at the age of twenty-one.

Ou Ling always thought that in addition to the Gryffindor who had defeated him, he was the number one magic genius in the Kingdom of Fran...... But today, this magical genius has been hit one after another.

First defeated by Madias, and then witnessed Ferré's performance...... Madias could barely say anything before, after all, he was three years older than him, and the strength of the two was only a millimeter apart, and the reason why he lost in the end was only because of a small mistake.

But Ferré's perverted performance completely subverted his previous concepts.

A thirteenth-level magician who was only twenty years old...... Is there a more terrifying person in the world?

(To be continued)