Barron took a few steps back in succession, muttering the trick in his mouth, and the fireball condensed in his hand suddenly became several times larger, the size of a head; The three or four small fireballs wrapped in it, the flame color from dark to light, turned outward in turn, like a blooming fire lotus. The veterans in the crowd were shocked: Is this a serial fire? A recruit can manipulate this? It's a rarity!

Seeing this, Shen Wan on the other side raised his eyebrows in surprise, flipped his left hand, and held a pair of sharp fire thorns in his hand. The fire thorn is a sharp weapon about half a foot long and the thickness of an arm, and the raging flames burning on it are like open mouths of blood, as if they want to swallow people whole.

Suddenly, the crowd began to turn their heads and ears. Yarman raised his eyebrows in surprise, and thought to himself: the princess could only cast some simple small spells when she trained a few days ago, and she had been practicing hard for a long time; Today, I can conjure up a fire thorn, which is really a lot better. You must know that summoning physical weapons made of fire is a skill that can only be used by intermediate magicians; And the weight of the fire thorn is not light, so it is rarely used by female magicians. Most sorceresses prefer to use a light and swift weapon, such as a dart. Looking at Shen Wan, who was surrounded by an invisible fighting spirit on the test table, he couldn't help but secretly admire: It's really a woman who doesn't let her eyebrows go!

The surrounding spectators also began to get nervous: the fire thorn was indeed the most powerful of the magic weapons. But An Qi is so small, if he can't control it in terms of strength, his physical strength will be consumed very quickly, and choosing it will only cause him to suffer hardship; The magic of Barron's chain of fires on the other side is that it can control multiple fireballs to launch in different directions, which seems to be not easy to deal with.

The two sides confronted each other silently, and no one overwhelmed anyone in terms of momentum, and no one restrained anyone; People looked at the two people on the field without blinking and held their breath.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in shouts and cheers:

"Barron! Come on! Made that little white face!! Oops...... Who are you to kick me! I'll tell you, master, I'm but..."Shen Wan heard this, her blue eyes narrowed, she snorted softly, and she grabbed the fire thorn in her hand and greeted it. As soon as Barron heard someone call him, he was distracted, and when he turned his head again, Shen Wan had already rushed to him.

He was startled and hurriedly retreated, the chain of fire in his hand responded to the situation, and the big fireball took the lead in rushing towards Shen Wan's façade. In the blink of an eye, she jumped high, her body as light as a swallow, and she turned over in the air, her clothes fluttering, like a blooming hibiscus.

Seeing this, Barron's hands fluttered rapidly in front of his chest, and the remaining fireballs suddenly reversed direction and attacked Shen Wan's head, waist, and legs. As soon as she landed, she quickly dodged her head, and almost at the same time, her soft waist folded into an incredible arc, and then a backflip quickly stabbed the fire horizontally, which was able to block the fireball rushing towards her legs, and only a few flames jumped up, immediately burning the corners of her robe to ashes. Everyone was stunned and looked at this scene in shock: how can a man be so flexible? Even ordinary women are unlikely to be able to do it. It's incredible......

The kinetic energy of the fireball is extremely large, and even the fire spike can barely resist. Shen Wan gritted her teeth, seeing that Barron was about to launch the next round of attack, her hands tightened, and the fire thorn burst into high flames around her body, enveloping the fireball inside, unable to move forward. She quickly withdrew the spurs, and rushed to the Barron's door without stopping. Barron glared in amazement, and saw the chain of fire rushing forward, falling straight into the circular bath, and disappearing with a few "sizzling" sounds. It was just a matter of a moment, and Barron came back to his senses, but saw that Shen Wan was no longer in place, and before he could react, he was tightly pressed against the fire thorn around his neck.

"You've lost." An Qi's crisp voice came with a wheezing voice. He pursed his lips vigorously, twisted his fist on his side, and said:

"I throw in the towel."

"Thirty-first, An Qi, win!"

As soon as Bender finished his announcement, there was a round of applause. This An Qi is small and is already at a disadvantage, but he took advantage of his size and finally won. This fight is really exciting! An Qi is not simple......

"What?! How can it be! So how could the little white face win? Barron, don't you see that this little white face looks delicate, so you deliberately release water! You're still not a man! Cork's chest heaved as he pointed at Barron and became angry.

Barron was already aggrieved enough to lose to someone who was so much smaller than himself, but now he was still provoked by this blindness, and the anger in his heart instantly couldn't be contained. A man in anger can be brave enough to forget the so-called right warning, just to find a punching bag and prove his ability.

He rushed over, lifted Cork with his right hand like a little chicken, and roared fiercely: "Lao Tzu is angry when he sees you as a waste, you lost miserably in the TM competition, have you forgotten about your bare ass, and the dog crawling and calling other people's grandfathers?" You've got a face! Phew, you turtle grandson, get out of here! ”

"You ......" Cork didn't expect Barron to dare to say such a humiliating thing that day, and his face was so red that he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Shen Wan was silent, and there was a hint of disdain in her eyes: she originally thought that this Keshao was just a little wasted and arrogant, but she didn't expect that he didn't even have a brain! Sent to the door to find a scolding like this, is there a second person in the world? Do you really think you're heaven? She snorted, jumped off the test bench, and was about to leave, when Bender's stern voice sounded behind her:

"Cork made a loud noise during the competition, seriously violated Article 9 of military discipline, and was punished for running around the barracks, and came back to report before dinner, otherwise he will be punished again!"

"Bender!!" Cork glared at Bender in disbelief and yelled aggrievedly. Before he could say anything, he was carried out by Bender's order. Everyone shook their heads and sighed, turned their eyes back, and continued to look at the next round of players in the competition field.

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Fire Clan Library.

Rows of wooden bookshelves lead down to the stone steps leading to the basement library. The dusty and dry and cold breath filled the air, and when I walked in it, my heart seemed to be guided by the gods, and it inexplicably precipitated. The rough stone walls are lit by small floating lamps, which are lit by fire, and the interior is exceptionally bright. Some of the books on the shelves are so old that they have yellowed and fallen off the pages, but they have not accumulated dust, which shows that people often borrow them. The surface of the book is made of a uniform fiery red cover, with a bright color and luster, rendered in all directions, and held in the hand like a red fiery cloud, light and beautiful. Behind the last row of bookshelves, there is an imperceptible dead end; At this time, a tall man in an interracial costume was sitting and reading a book. He bowed his head slightly, carefully reading the contents of each page of the ancient book, as if he did not want to miss a word.

Dark spell is an extremely evil and addictive spell. Before cultivating, it was necessary to use the blood of hundreds of ordinary people as a sacrifice...... When the time came, the clouds completely covered the moon and sprinkled blood on the altar engraved with the six-pointed star. The demon will hear the call and quietly descend and cast spells on the summoner. From then on, the summoner's blood will turn pure black on any of the aforementioned sacrificial days, as a sign of soul trading with demons...... When Beigong Han saw this, he was shocked, furrowed his brows tightly, and continued to read:

Those who practice dark spells will leave a black pentagram mark on the caster's body during the casting process.

Sure enough, as Hatcher said, the five are dark spells! Beigong Han hurriedly flipped back, but a golden light suddenly burst out from the book, he squinted, and looked at it after adapting to the light:

Dark spells are extremely vicious, stay away.

There is no way to deliver? Beigong Han frowned, turned back unwillingly, and found that every page was blank. How is this possible? It wouldn't be for the sake of aesthetics, would it? There must be words on it, either they only appear under certain circumstances, or the ancient book has existed for too long and the handwriting has disappeared. In the past few days, he has searched the entire library on the ground, and he thought that he finally had a head, is it another emptiness?

Sighing, Beigong thought to himself: He promised Aunt An to help take care of Wu'er, how could he be disappointed? But he went on this trip for a few months, and he didn't know anything about Di Guo. When the time comes, if he can't find a way to cure Wu'er, will he have to leave the Fire Clan? If he stays any longer, will he wait until the city is destroyed and the people die, and then become a lost dog? The two voices in his heart were fighting, and it was difficult to choose for a while.

After a long psychological struggle, he decided to go to the palace tomorrow and ask Antoine about the black spell in detail. If there is still no result, when the time is right to meet him, you can only hand over Wu'er to the Fire Clan for treatment, and go back to Di Kingdom first to hand over the treasure to his father, and then make plans according to the domestic situation.

"Rustle, rustle." The sound of very light footsteps came from the underground library, accompanied by a sweet and prickly voice:

"How well are people trained?"

"Huizun, I have basically reached the intermediate level, and I am ready for your dispatch at any time."

"Good ......"

Here, Beigong Han went through his plan in his mind, and as soon as he got up, he suddenly felt dizzy, Beigong Han frowned: When did his body become so fragile? He is still a martial artist. What he didn't know was that his hearing had damaged his mental strength, and he had been soaking in the stacks of books day and night for five or six days in a row, not moving, and anyone would weaken his physique. He propped up his right hand on the bookshelf, and his index finger touched a bulge, just as the dizziness in his brain came like a river and a sea, and his hand was forced, only to hear a soft sound of "click", and something was opened.

When the dizziness in his brain dissipated, he stepped forward and suddenly kicked a square object. When I looked down, I saw that a lattice appeared on the originally flat stone wall. Seeing this, Beigong Han raised his eyebrows: He chose this place because he saw that the last row was hidden and he didn't come often, but he didn't expect to find a secret grid!

Driven by curiosity, he reached out to touch it, but before he could touch it, a beam of white light lit up, and his hand was stinging like a fire, and he hurriedly retracted. The sudden reflection of the strong light made Beigong Han squint, and a burst of heat came from his waist.