Chapter Seventy-Two: The Medium of Van Lin

"Hello, little friend. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info" Zhao Qixian smiled kindly, and then turned to Nangong Yundao: "Say, if you came here today, it can't be that there is something wrong with your spirit medium." ā€

"How could it be. Nangong Yun smiled embarrassedly.

"How is it impossible, when you were young, you begged me to help you repair the spirit medium, I really don't understand, other people's spirit medium will not have any problems in your life without any major accidents, but when you come here, you need to repair it every once in a while. ā€

Hearing this, Nangong Yun couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"I said impossible, it's impossible, and besides, my psychic medium has been fused with my hand through alchemy, do you want to make me disabled?"

"Of course not. The man said blandly, "I'm just stating a fact." ā€

"Damn it. Nangong Yun cursed in a low voice, "Let's get down to business, I'm here today, I'm bringing my grandson to show you, and I'll solve the problem of his spiritual medium, you know, although my grandson cultivates magic power, but his magic power has mutated, and it can stimulate the Chinese spell seal at the same time, I think you should be able to find a suitable spiritual medium for him." ā€

"Oh? That's rare. Zhao Qixian seemed to have discovered some kind of treasure, and his eyes became eager when he looked at Fan Lin.

"I'll see. Zhao Qixian took a lot of fanlin, "This kid is a student of Hogwarts." ā€

"That's right, sir. Van Lin nodded and replied respectfully.

"Oh, then, your wand must have been bought from Ollivanders. Zhao Qixian nodded.

"Hmm...... Let me guess. Zhao Qixian stretched out his hand and touched Fan Lin's arm.

Fan Lin could clearly feel a force pouring into Fan Lin's body along Zhao Qixian's arm at this moment.

"Well, that's good. Zhao Qixian glanced at Fan Lin, "Very powerful mana reserves, at least for your current age, your mana reserves are more like the mana reserves of an ordinary little wizard of fifteen or sixteen." ā€

"Let me take a look. A wave of magic stabbed into Van Lin's internal organs.

"Great water talent. Zhao Qixian withdrew his palm.

"If I'm not mistaken, he's Qing'er's son, and his talent is exactly the same as that girl's. ā€

After listening to Zhao Qixian's words, Fan Lin and his grandmother looked a little gloomy, and they both knew very well where Fan Lin's talent came from.

And Zhao Qixian didn't notice this, although he had a good relationship with Fan Lin's grandmother, but he only knew that Lin Qing got married and had children in the UK.

"I suppose the wand you use should be a vine wood, 14 inches long, with a core made of dragon nerves, right?"

"Hug, sorry. Fan Lin shook his head, the state just now was very wrong.

"I think, sir......" Van Lin pulled his wand from his bosom as he spoke, "I used this one that you and Mr. Ollivander had made. ā€

"What?" Seeing the wand in front of him, Zhao Qixian's eyes were filled with surprise, and he took the unexpected work with trembling hands.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it to be able to see this wand again, I thought it would never be used again in my life. Zhao Qixian is quite excited now.

"But that's right, the mutated magic of your physique, thinking about it, is the only one that suits you best. ā€

As he spoke, Zhao Qixian held the end of the wand with his hand, apparently wanting to check the state of the wand.

But soon, Zhao Qixian was disappointed, and the wand did not respond, which made Zhao Qixian feel very incredible.

Seeing Zhao Qixian put his wand sideways and put it to his ear, Fan Lin couldn't help but feel very strange.

"I'm sorry, sir, what are you doing?" Fan Lin looked at Zhao Qixian uncertainly, the old gentleman's behavior was very strange, which reminded him of Deng Brido.

"Shhhh Soon, however, the bizarre behavior ended.

"Little friend, I want to ask if you have fought against any wizards whose strength is far greater than yours recently?"

"How do you know?" Van Lin looked at the old man in front of him in surprise.

"That's it. Zhao Qixian nodded and closed his eyes, "I hear your wand roaring in pain." ā€

"Roar?" Van Lin didn't quite understand, "You mean, the wand is roaring?"

"That's right, little friend!" Zhao Qixian's face showed a heartache. "The wand will choose his wizard, I think Ollivander also said to you, in our eyes, every wand is alive, I heard, it was a wand that was wounded to protect his master, leaving a crack in his body. It was very painful for him. ā€

"That ......" Fan Lin was a little flustered, he didn't expect to block the Fierce Fire Spell, his wand had paid so much for him.

"Can you fix him?"

"It's hard to ......" Zhao Qixian didn't know what he was thinking, and as soon as he gave Fan Lin's wand to his hand, the wand fell on his workbench.

"Now......" Zhao Qixian pressed a hand on Fan Lin's head, "We still have one more thing to do, we must first determine your suitable spirit medium, such as my spirit medium, which is the fire attribute Jinyang stone as the main body, adding the tail feathers of the phoenix and the bracelet made of white crystal." ā€

"Bracelets?"

"That's right, a psychic is not like a wand, it can be made into anything in any form. For example, your grandmother's silkworm ice silk gloves that are integrated with the skin. Zhao Qixian patiently explained, "But it seems that you can't see your grandma's spirit medium." ā€

"Okay, let me see what you're a good fit for. ā€

It was still that familiar feeling, and Fan Lin didn't dare to disturb it, for the spirit medium, Fan Lin was still looking forward to it, but it would be even more perfect if he could repair his wand.

"Well, water, it's tough, it's very inclusive, and it's cold. Zhao Qixian withdrew his hand, "It's really exactly the same, I think, Mithril, the mermaid's hard work, and the dragon's nerves, these three materials are the most suitable for you, although they are slightly different from your mother's, but the effect should be better." ā€

As he spoke, Zhao Qixian stretched out his hand and made a move, and three materials flew out of the wooden frame and landed on Zhao Qixian's workbench, of course, there are many necessary materials, but Fan Lin doesn't recognize them.

"I'm sorry, sir. Fan Lin hurriedly interrupted Zhao Qixian, who was about to fall into work, "Excuse me, what should I do with my wand?"

"Oh, don't worry, little friend. Zhao Qixian was not annoyed, "Of course I will fix it, it is my proud work, I think, I can make him more perfect and more suitable for you." ā€

After speaking, Zhao Qixian fell into work, and it can be seen that he loves these jobs very much.

What else Fan Lin wanted to say, he didn't know much about this, but he was stopped by Nangong Yun.

"Wait patiently, I think, you have to believe this old fellow, even though he is a bastard, but the things he makes are still great. ā€

Nangong Yun swept the clock in the corner with his eyes, and the originally static clock began to turn.

"Looks like we'll just have to wait two hours. ā€

"Two hours?" Van Lin only felt that his head was a little insufficient, could it be that it only took such a short time to make a Chinese-style wand?

But seeing that his grandmother closed her eyes and sat aside, Fan Lin had to wait quietly, looking at the fire behind the workbench, quietly distracted.