As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yi pulled the young man to the side, ready to start teaching immediately.

Feng Zirui cheekily followed, he was also quite curious about magic.

Yang Yi glanced at Feng Zirui, didn't rush anyone, looked at the young man and asked, "Let's demonstrate your meditation technique first!" ”

Magic cultivation, the most basic is meditation, good meditation can absorb and restore magic faster, only a magician with magic power can be called a magician, otherwise a magic god who has exhausted magic power can't even beat a magician apprentice with magic power.

Of course, it's very difficult to get the god to run out of mana!

The young prince nodded, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

"Huh?!" After a while, Yang Yi couldn't help but scream, looking at Wang Zixing's magic reaction, he was surprised, "What kind of meditation technique are you?" ”

Wang Zixing came to his senses in an instant, opened his eyes and looked at Yang Yi suspiciously: "Basic meditation technique!" ”

"Is there an advanced meditation technique?" Yang Yi's face changed again, and the look of shock was beyond words. Wang Zixing's cultivation of the Basic Meditation Technique, in Yang Yi's opinion, was not weaker than his meditation technique.

Wang Zixing nodded, and said with some gloom: "Advanced meditation techniques can only be practiced when you enter the magic academy, and I can't enter the magic academy, so I can only practice basic meditation techniques." ”

Yang Yi was stunned again when he heard this, he could learn advanced meditation techniques when he entered the magic academy, which meant that advanced meditation techniques were not the top meditation techniques, otherwise it would not have been taught on such a large scale.

Thinking of this, Yang Yi realized that he had met Bao, the world where Wang Zixing was located, and the development of magic had reached an unimaginable level, and there might be hope for the advancement of magic here!

"Zixing, how powerful is the most powerful magician in your place?" Yang Yi no longer had the heart to teach Wang Zixing, and couldn't wait to ask.

Feng Zirui on the side was a little sluggish, and it wasn't until Yang Yi asked this question that he reacted dimly, and his eyes when he looked at Wang Zixing became different, it was another world with huge potential!

The prince was puzzled, but he still replied honestly: "Our city lord, a very, very powerful puppeteer, once blew up a planet with a single punch with a puppet in his hand!" ”

When the words fell, the audience fell silent.

Feng Zirui and Yang Yi glanced at each other, their eyes were full of disbelief, and they exploded the planet with one punch, they were definitely super three-star masters!

"Zixing, what is this puppeteer?" Feng Zirui slowed down for a while, looked at Wang Zixing and asked.

Wang Zixing looked at Feng Zirui strangely, and said in confusion: "The puppeteer is a magician who relies on puppets to fight!" As he spoke, he said with envy, "A powerful puppeteer can control thousands of puppets, and one person is a real battlefield magician!" ”

"I'm a!" Feng Zirui finally couldn't help but burst into foul language, if there were thousands of puppets that exploded the planet, what a terrifying combat power it would be!

Yang Yi is very sober, the undead magic he cultivates has the spell of undead summoning, which can evolve into an extremely terrifying sea of undead. Once, he relied on this trick to wipe out a small sect.

It's a pity that the undead sea rioters are powerful, but the quality of the soldiers is not satisfactory. Limited by the spirit and magic power of the magician, the strength of the undead summoned by the Sea of the Undead is generally weak, and if you really encounter the powerful, it will only be a blink of an eye.

The puppeteer in Wang Zixing's mouth must be the same.

"Zixing, in your world, how is the lifespan of a magician?" Yang Yi asked another question, Shou Yuan is a big difficulty in restricting the advancement of magicians.

Wang Zixing was very strange, he found that his teacher seemed to lack some common sense!

"I think I'll live a long time!" Thinking like this in his heart, Wang Zixing still replied seriously, but his tone was a little uncertain, "Our city lord is almost more than five hundred years old!" ”

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he burst out laughing again, ecstatic.

The path of the mage's advancement is cut off, and one of the most important hurdles is Shou Yuan. Cultivators cultivate, pay attention to both internal and external cultivation, and their bodies will get better and better with their cultivation, but magicians are different, they are eroded by magic all year round, and most of the magicians' bodies are weak, and too many magicians die of time!

Wang Zixing was frightened by Yang Yi's sudden laughter, shrunk his small body, and looked at Yang Yi with a panicked expression.

Feng Zirui chuckled, patted Wang Zixing's head, and comforted: "It's okay, your teacher is just too happy!" ”

After a long time, Yang Yi's agitated mood finally calmed down, and his eyes became more and more gentle when he looked at Wang Zixing.

"Zixing, I'll teach you a few attack spells first, and we'll talk about your world later!" Yang Yi couldn't wait to ask everything clearly, but in the end he endured it, because he believed that hard work would pay off. Even if Yang Yi knew that if he asked, Wang Zixing would not deceive and conceal himself.

Wang Zixing didn't have such a complicated mind as Yang Yi, and when he heard that Yang Yi was finally going to teach himself magic, he was so excited that he couldn't do it, and his eyes were full of eagerness to look at Yang Yi.

Yang Yi smiled and began to teach formally.

Feng Zirui still didn't leave, he stayed by his side and rubbed his teacher, and he also wanted to learn a few hands of magic.

Yang Yi has been instructed by a famous teacher, and the professor is naturally familiar with it at this moment, a fireball technique, a flame missile is a whip into it, even Feng Zirui, who is a weak talent, quickly comprehended it.

Wang Zixing was even more fast, and he had already begun to get started, and a fireball was slowly condensing in the palm of his hand.

Feng Zirui has the foundation of cultivating the Agni Spell, and soon condensed a fireball: "This Fireball Technique is similar to the Agni Spell!" ”

"It's essentially the same, but one relies on its own magic, and the other relies on the power of heaven and earth." Yang Yi has been immersed in ** magic and spells for many years, and is familiar with the difference between the two, "Overall, the fire spell is easy to cast and more powerful, and the fireball spell is easier to control because it relies on its own magic power." ”

Feng Zirui savored it carefully, nodded, and agreed with Yang Yi's explanation.

Seeing that Wang Zixing had completely mastered the Fireball Technique and the Flame Missile, Yang Yi pulled the topic back again: "Zixing, now let's talk about your world carefully, everything about magic!" ”

After learning two attack magic, Wang Zixing was so happy that he didn't even rush back, and was happy to popularize magic knowledge to his teacher.

After thinking for a while, Wang Zixing began to talk about the origin of magic.

Yang Yi did not have any impatience and listened carefully.

This lecture was an hour, and Feng Zirui had already left, and he was really impatient to listen to these old calendars.

Yang Yi listened with great interest, and when Wang Zixing stopped, he was still immersed in it, and carefully reminisced.

After a long time, Yang Yi came back to his senses, looked at Wang Zixing and smiled slightly, and sighed: "It turns out that the true meaning of magic is creation!" ”