In a wide gray-white clearing, opposite a black cobblestone, Grant stared silently at the stone and the purple light curtain on one side.

The clouds in the sky were thick together, as if it would rain at any moment.

Grant looked up, not wanting to waste time, and raised his hand to chant the spell of Black Flame Slash. A faint black smoke appears on the surface of the slender right hand.

"I don't know how many values a spell can have." Grant muttered.

He knew that the black stone in front of him was called the Measuring Stone, a tool used to test the power of spells. The entire spell practice field is divided into three layers, representing the late, middle, and early stages of the fourth order. Grant is in the early stage area, and the nearby mages are all in the early stage of the fourth order.

Although the Measuring Stone can withstand a fourth-order attack, it is not a true fourth-order attack. Because of the nearby vacuum elemental particle environment, the mage can only use the elemental particles of the Sea of Meditation and cast them under suppression, which is only a hundred times more powerful than usual.

The value of the Measuring Stone in the early stage area from 1 to 100 represents the strongest power in the early stage of the fourth order.

"Black Fire Slash!"

Grant waved in mid-air, and a black mist like ink spread out from his palm. The scorching heat is released from the mist.

The black mist suddenly formed a cross long sword, about dozens of meters long, and there was a faint trace of white light on the tip of the knife.

Chop!

Grant crossed his palm and swung it to the left, and the huge sword slammed into the measuring stone.

The Measuring Stone is like a sponge, absorbing all the energy of the Black Flame Void and returning to calm. A purple light curtain floated out of the number 50 on one side.

"Is it only 50?" Grant frowned slightly, not too satisfied. The other Measuring Stones were also crowded with many mages practicing spells. Because of the harsh living conditions in the Nightmare Frontier, the mage's pursuit of strength is far more prosperous than in the eastern region.

The other mages skimmed their heads. Noticing the numbers that Grant popped up, he didn't care.

50。 This number is neither high nor low. At the beginning of the fourth order, the power of the spells can only be considered mediocre.

Grant was not bothered either, closed his eyes and silently used analysis to improve the subtle differences. Choose the length of syllables that suit you and the way you chant them.

He waved forward. A huge black crosssword slashed at the surface of the stone.

The light curtain pops up a number, 58.

Grant looked at it, and once again silently used analysis to select the most suitable one.

He improved again and again.

The numbers also keep jumping up, 59, 60, 61, 62......

Ended up stuck at 65.

The mages around him didn't care much at first, but now their eyes gradually became solemn. In particular, the opponent's high number of 65 scared them. It is important to know that 65 already means that the mage has practiced the spell to perfection. It is quite thirty or forty years of hard work.

"Hmph, it must have been a hidden spell before, and he just wanted to pretend to be in front of us. Ridiculous, does this mage really think this kind of behavior is funny? ”

"That's right, a few of us can practice to perfection by wasting our time on a spell, but it's still a loss all in all."

Many mages whispered, with a hint of disdain in their eyes, obviously thinking that the mage in front of them was pretending.

Grant because he changed his appearance. Don't worry about others knowing who he is. And after the two of them are settled, he will immediately leave the Slicklin Kingdom and go to the next city. The most important thing now is to get acquainted with spells. Then swap out the next Hand of Death and bombard the stone again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The energy is constantly overflowing. Form a circle.

The numbers keep jumping up.

52

55

56

59

62

Like jumping beans, the spell jumps straight to a high number.

"How could it be, it's another perfect-level spell." The mages around him looked at each other. Apparently fiercely surprised. If you practice a spell to perfection, then anyone can do it. But two main points talent. Of course, if you don't advance to the next level, you can still do it by practicing spells hard.

Grant flicked his wrist. Swap out the next spell.

Hit on it, pop 55, 54, 59, 62...... Ended up stuck at 64.

The faces of the people around him trembled slightly, and some of them didn't talk much. Obviously, the three spells that had been practiced to perfection surprised them.

Grant secretly calculated, and did two more spells. Although he was about to leave, he had made dozens of spells that had been practiced to perfection by himself, and it was easy to attract the attention of fifth-order mages.

Just then, a woman walked out of the crowd. Wearing a tunic skirt and black stockings, her beautiful face was a little apologetic. She walked not far from Grant and said, "Hello, are you a wurm pet mage?" ”

"Who are you?" Grant's face sank and he asked cautiously. In the Nightmare Frontier, his strength belongs to the bottom, and for the sake of life, he has to be careful.

"Bastard, you're the owner of that gold-eating she-dragon, hurry up and give it ......to me," an unceremonious voice rang in the minds of Grant and Lampez.

"What are you?" Grant said coldly, his tone angry. Although I don't know who it is, the strength of the information transmission is only in the late stage of the third order. Although you have to be careful, it's ridiculous that you can bully yourself with something that hasn't even reached the fourth order.

"You, you dare to sludge Lord Loloka, it's just looking for death, master, kill this guy." The Hidden Dragon roared furiously and said to Lampage.

Lampach's eyes flickered, and he hesitated. Just now, Grant made a few spells that had been practiced to perfection in one go, and it was obvious that the strength behind it and his own talent could not be ignored.

"For this, you first ask for someone's consent." Lampage spoke.

"You can't even do that, master, you're too cowardly. In the future, you will accompany me to kill all sides. ”

When Grant saw the conversation between the two, his anger couldn't help but dissipate a lot. walked over, approached Lan Peilan's side and said: "I want to tell you one thing, that thing in your body is your magic pet, I don't know how you are the master, how can even the demon pet dare to order you." Maybe the guy in you is good, but the demon who doesn't respect and obey you is not as good as the dog on the side of the road. ”

After he finished speaking, he didn't plan to practice here. After all, a few spells were enough to deal with the Skeleton Mage and the Leather Armored Man. The rest of the time can be used for other things.

He walked straight down the path covered with green grass on either side, and after a while, he turned around the right corner and disappeared into the eyes of many mages and Lampache.

Lampach turned his head, gritted his teeth, and asked himself over and over again.

"Do you obey the will of your master?"

"Master, what are you talking about, don't you go after that guy quickly, dare to have such an attitude towards me, you want to kill him."

"Shut up." Lampec drank inwardly and left the place, leaving only a large group of ordinary fourth-order early mages staring there.

Lampach walked forward quietly, his originally confused eyes with a hint of clarity. She knew that the previous way was wrong, why should she put up with Wulong.

It's completely up to you to make your own decisions, because you're the master! (To be continued......)