Back and forth, the House Championship just began.

Leng Mingyue nodded in agreement, in exchange for her cousin's reassuring smile.

It's just that Leng Huaijin couldn't have imagined that his cousin had indeed caught up with the college competition.

But she's not in the audience, she's in the ring.

Before leaving, Leng Mingyue talked to Shen Zichen alone.

"Have you memorized all the basic knowledge and theories of the surgical sect?" Leng Mingyue asked.

Xiao Tuanzi nodded his head, and his voice was immature: "I know everything by heart." ”

During this time, he has been learning the most basic surgical knowledge.

At first, he didn't understand why Sister Leng asked him to do this, but now he did have an indescribable wonderful feeling, and the angle of looking at spells had changed.

Today, the teacher's new teaching techniques, he can see it at a glance, and other students are still immersed in learning.

Brother Huai Jin said that this is called sharpening the knife and not cutting wood.

Leng Mingyue nodded, her voice calm: "Then let's start practicing the technique of "Burst Flame". ”

Burst Flame, an introductory spell that must be learned by fire mages in the Wind Breath Continent, and its power is about equal to zero.

"But, Zichen would have done this a long time ago......"

Shen Zichen took out a thin short staff, and the front of the staff was inlaid with a red alien beast core.

With a slight wave, Leng Mingyue had a small oval fireball in front of him, and then exploded with a snap.

Fluctuations in the air, almost nothing.

"You've got it." Leng Mingyue rested her hand on Xiao Tuanzi's shoulder, injected a trace of divine power, and said patiently: "Continue to use "Burst Flame". ”

Shen Zichen snorted and waved his staff.

This time, the small oval fireball was much more delicate, and he noticed that the "sphere" in the firelight turned out to be a lotus bone that had not yet bloomed.

The temperature around them suddenly increased, and the swirling lotus bones slowly lowered a petal.

Before it could drop much, Shen Zichen's legs weakened, and Leng Mingyue quickly caught him, knowing that his cultivation was overdrawn.

"Sister Leng, is this still "Burst of Flame"?" Shen Zichen gasped heavily, fine sweat oozed from his forehead, and he couldn't exert a trace of strength up and down his body.

"You can also call it, "Karma Fire Red Lotus." There was a hint of helplessness in Leng Mingyue's eyes.

"Karma Fire Red Lotus" is an ancient magic, powerful, and there is no magician who does not want to learn.

After tens of thousands of years of competition, the booklet recording the magic has become a fragment of a page, and the fragment page is blurred and missing, and "Karma Fire Red Lotus" has become "Burst of Flame", how pitiful and pitiful it is.

"During this time, you don't have to learn anything, just practice "Burst Flame"." Leng Mingyue pondered for a moment and replied:

"There are a total of nine red lotus petals, and if you drop one, no student in the entire academy can beat you."

"Ruozi Chen let it all come down!" Shen Zichen's eyes lit up, and he clenched his fists, yearning.

Leng Mingyue rubbed his head and chuckled: "For this question, you can have an in-depth exchange with the dean of the Imperial Capital Academy." ”

Xiao Tuanzi was confused, and Leng Mingyue left the imperial capital.

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The Holy Temple.

Today's temple is not open to the public, and every white-robed believer bows his head and has a humble attitude.

Two black-robed believers were expressionless, holding blood-glowing long whips, stepping from the outer hall into the inner hall with the same steps.

Seeing this, the blessings and disasters exchanged glances, and they couldn't bear it.

They are the executioners of the Supreme Kingdom of God.

In the hall, Shen Lichuan was playing chess alone in a silver mink fur, his expression was focused, and he coughed low from time to time, and the contrast between his pale handsome face and the cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows was strong.

He didn't seem to notice the black-robed believer, and he lost the game.

The executioners both knelt at the man's feet, raised the whip above their heads, and said in unison.

"Privately pass the soul oath, please the Holy Son, and receive the punishment."