It is indeed rare to have a talent for magic and not be accepted as a disciple by a magician.

It's like a piece of gold thrown on the ground and no one picks it up. -- Rare things are precious, and this truth is no exception in this world. There are very few people with magical talent, and magician is a very promising profession, and the combination of the two means that people with a little magical talent are all fragrant.

If the talent is slightly better, there must be a magician who is happy to see the hunt and accept him as a disciple.

Even if the talent is a little worse and it is a bit embarrassing to be a disciple, then it is always okay to accept it as a student or even a follower, right?

And the famous magicians are not all talented, sympathetic to each other, maybe people will find a person with similar talent to be a disciple, and people with good talent can't look down on it!

In short, it's just one sentence.

If you have talent, you don't have to worry about being buried!

Now, however, there seems to be a buried man here.

"How old are you to practice martial arts?" Fang Tian asked the third-level guy, this guy was very young, and it was estimated that he was just thirty years old. In a small place, that's pretty good. You must know that the leader of the Maple Forest Mercenary Regiment, Owen Da Tube, was only level three.

"Four years old. The guy said, there was a bit of bitterness in his words, this man was not stupid, and he seemed to have thought of something in an instant.

"At what age do you become a first-level martial artist?" Fang Tian asked again.

"Twelve years old. ”

"When did you meet the first magician?" Fang Tian asked again.

“...... Twelve years old. ”

"Before or after promotion?" Fang Tian didn't tire of it.

"After the promotion. The third-level fellow drooped his head.

Fang Tian spread his hands, expressing his helpless appearance, and almost said "This is really a sad story". However, considering that these words may have hit this third-level guy a bit hard, he just said to the underground people: "This is another thing I want to say. That is the cultivation of martial arts. It is true that the ability to perceive magic can increase slowly, but this increase is implicit. That is, the inside, and the outside......"

"The external appearance is because your body's qi and blood increase faster, so even if you can sense the elements before, after you are promoted to a first-level martial artist, you won't be able to sense it. This will continue until you move up level 3. ”

There was silence in the underground cabin.

It was an atmosphere that could be clearly felt, and many big men expressed their amazement and pity for this companion of the "Pearl Dust", if it weren't for Fang Tian here, it is estimated that many people would have stepped forward to express comfort in various ways of physical contact. And at this time, you can only send your gaze.

As for the third-level guy himself, he had an urge to grab the ground with his head, and his lips squirmed for a long time, and he didn't know what kind of feeling he had in his heart, so he asked Fang Tian: "Venerable, what about me...... Can I still practice magic?"

If the diary master in the secret realm is here, he will probably slap you to death when he hears your words. - You loser!

Fang Tian shook his head in his heart, thirty years in Hedong. Thirty years in Hexi, the world is changeable, and the vicissitudes of life. Who would have thought that the original "gray mouse". Today, he is actually the supreme power holder of the mainland.

"You don't really have to change your magic. You do have a talent for magic, but it's average, really average. In the middle, the ratio is insufficient. More than the bottom. On the contrary, your martial arts talent is different. If the talent of a martial artist can also be measured from one to seven, in my opinion, your talent is at least six. ”

Fang Tian said.

"Wow!"

Although the atmosphere was solemn at this time, and it was His Holiness in person, there were still people who couldn't help but let out exclamations when they heard this, and there was more than one person.

They were all stunned by the talent of their little friends. If Fang Tian is allowed to evaluate, it is that these people have a feeling of "being together for twelve years, and I don't know that Mulan is a girl" at this time.

What Fang Tian said before was indeed the truth.

If it was the era of the master of the diary, this guy would definitely be a good seedling for many powerful warriors to compete for, and his future would most likely exude considerable light. But now, such a good seedling, who can barely be called a "peerless", is actually mixed in a small caravan in obscurity.

This is indeed a pearl covered in dust.

But I don't know how many years have passed, how can he be the only martial artist on the continent? Not to mention that the talent is six, even if it is seven, I don't know how much!

Not to mention anything else, as far as Fang Tian has encountered so far, it is appropriate that the little red-haired Grote is extremely talented, but he is a special bloodline, and like Dongfang Sheng, he can be carried aside to say otherwise, and Nanjin, the leader of the three elders of Nanjin, is clearly also a martial artist with extremely high talent.

In the past, when Yanhuang City was established, among the guests from all over the world who came to congratulate him, there were also a few of them, all of whom were extremely qualified.

One or two are dusty, and if it's thousands......

It can only be said that the time is also the momentum.

For a while, Fang Tian remembered two sentences from his previous life, one was "Heaven and earth are all working together, and heroes are not free." The second is the sentence in Zhou Dunyi Ailian's words, "Since Li Tanglai, the world has loved peonies." ”

If you love this, you will not be the other, and you will ignore the other.

When the times are not there, no matter how peerless a genius is, he is no different from a mediocre person.

In the past and present life, through the ages, it can even be extended to a qiē time and space, and under the general trend, how many talents are buried!

The camera returns to the present.

The "approval" and "affirmation" from the mouth of the Venerable did not make these third-level martial artists feel proud, on the contrary, there was a bitter taste, this man pursed his lips and said: "Venerable, I won't tell you, I also like martial arts, but martial artists ......."

At this, he shook his head.

The words are not finished, but everyone in this underground hut understands, even the two little guys Xiaoxi and Xiaodong, they all know a rough idea.

No matter how good the warrior is, so what?

It can't be compared with magicians, it can't be compared in every way!

And to be honest, the characteristics of a mage with "long-range strike power" and a variety of spells are definitely incomparable to a martial artist who is dirty. Let's just walk in this desert. If there are no warriors, but there are no magicians, it will be difficult to move an inch!

And think about it here. At this time, many people also unconsciously looked at the two magicians, Nanfeng and Damu. At the same time, of course, he also looked at the top of the hut.

And under the slight change in the atmosphere, the terrible roar outside at this time once again reached everyone's ears. At this moment, a strong white light flashed, piercing the darkness in an instant, and then immediately after, there was a click-la explosion, and the whole heaven and earth. It seems that they are all in turmoil!

In the underground hut, many people's bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Kogashi Konishi is no exception.

Without it, the thunder that exploded in the air was too terrifying, as if it was exploding in everyone's ears, and it was even more powerful, as if it really wanted to smash everyone to pieces.

And after the body shook a little, soon, including the two magicians. The faces of all the caravans in the underground hut changed drastically.

"Thunder, thunder, rain!"

Tie Damu's face was like ashes, and he gritted his teeth and spit out these three words word by word.

The faces of the two magicians, Nanfeng and Da Mu, were also very ugly, but at this time, they looked at Fang Tian almost instinctively. It seems that sight can also be contagious. Immediately after, in the dark underground hut, dozens of lines of sight converged on Fang Tian at the same time.

"Hmm. Heavy rain, rare?" Fang Tian asked.

I had been walking through this desert for nearly a month. Fang Tian had never seen rain. But it's not surprising at all, let's just say it's in Redstone. Every year, there is a two-month rainy season in the Southern Regions, and if you stagger those two months, you basically don't see rain.

And as for the rain in the desert, it is even less surprising.

It's not that the desert is devoid of rain, but that the surface of the earth does not retain water. No matter how much water is poured on the sand, it will be difficult to stay for three or two days, not to mention for three or two minutes! If we really talk about water resources, the underground desert should be much more abundant than the water stored elsewhere.

"There is rain, but at this time, it does not fall once in a hundred years. Tie Damu's tone was dry, and there was an obvious loss of soul.

The infiltration of rain into this underground hut should not be a problem for the two magicians, of course it will be very difficult, and the goods outside should not be afraid of flooding, they are all heavily wrapped, so what are they worried about?

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and after the thunder and lightning, there was no time to brew at all, and directly, the next moment, the sky seemed to open an opening, and the heavy rain poured down.

A real dump!

Not raindrops, but a complete curtain of rain. And then the biggest problem is that this rain curtain, swept by the wind, does not go straight up and down, but tilts, tilts at a large angle, and there are even many such inclinations that are completely ninety degrees.

It was also in this situation that the sand above the hut where everyone was, including the goods that had sunk before on the side, was washed away by the heavy rain and moved slowly to the side......

The two magicians of Nanfeng Damu, who sensed this first, as well as Tie Damu and the others, all turned white at once.

Walking in the desert has been more than once, for them, the wind has been experienced, the rain has been experienced, and the wind and rain have been experienced. But on this most terrifying storm night, encountering the same terrible thunderstorm is something that even imagination can not imagine.

This kind of thing has only happened in the legends of the local people and their elders!

It is said to be a "feast of the devil". To put it bluntly, no matter who encounters this situation, there is no return, and there is absolutely no hope of escape!

The situation above everyone's heads was clear to Fang Tian.

If he hadn't been there, it would have been estimated that in about half a magic hour at most, the hut where everyone was staying would have been washed out of the top by the rain, and the goods would have been washed away faster, and once exposed, it would mean that the protection of the earth would have been lost, and the sand would have been blown away from the speedy sandstorm.

The two magicians were already very difficult to withstand the exit above and the rain around them, even underground, and they would never have the ability to free up their minds to take care of the affairs above. - Actually, they just want to manage, and they don't have the ability to do that.

"Teacher, will we be okay?" At this time, Xiao Xi, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head and said weakly to Fang Tian.

She also followed Xiaodong and called the teacher.

And with her questioning, all the other people in the entire underground hut almost stopped beating in an instant, as if waiting for the judgment of fate. Actually, it's not the same, but it's true. In this case, if they still have any hope, it can only fall on this unfathomable Venerable.

If His Holiness were not there, they would have been able to close their eyes and pray......

It's a situation that's completely beyond their ability to deal with, fighting or something, it's just a joke.

Fang Tian didn't have the appetite to hang everyone, let alone make a fuss or anything, he just lowered his head, smiled gently at Xiao Xi and Xiao Dong, who looked at Xiao Xi at the same time, and then said, "The teacher is here, it's okay." ”

Then, Fang Tian turned to everyone again: "Since this is already the case, then let's just go up." To be honest, it's quite depressing to stay underground. ”

After saying this, Fang Tian's figure flashed, and he also disappeared into the hut.

In the underground hut, everyone in the caravan looked at each other.

As the leader, Tie Damu showed his courage as a leader at this time, but he didn't say anything, and with a slight movement of his body, he walked out of the top of the hut and came outside.

Then all the underground huts, one by one, came out.

Xiaodong and Xiaoxi were brought out by two magicians, one with one.

When they got out of the hut and came back to the ground, everyone except for the two little ones, including the two magicians, was stunned, and they all looked around in shock and disbelief.

The storm continues.

The wild sand is still there.

The thunderstorm continues.

This dark night is still the time when the devil is raging. Nothing has changed at that.

It's just that around them, this land with a radius of 100 meters, is like a place forgotten by the devil, like a place blessed by the gods, and more like, here, someone has performed a magic called "stillness".

No wind, no sand, no rain.

A piece of tranquility.

It is only a range of 100 meters, and the contrast between inside and outside is inevitably too strong, so that at this time, everyone is like a dream.

I can't believe it, and I can't believe it.

And after waiting for a long time, after everyone finally came back to their senses, everyone looked at the figure that was also in the middle of them with an extremely solemn pilgrimage-like attitude and gaze.

Then Tie Damu knelt down on one knee, performed the most solemn and sacred salute for a martial artist, and said to Fang Tian: "Thank you, Venerable!"

This gift is one for gratitude, and the other for awe.

I am grateful that he has saved the lives of many people, and I am in awe of his means at this time, as holy as God.

And immediately after, all the warriors and men in the caravan knelt down on one knee: "Thank you, Your Excellency!"

The two magicians, Nanfeng and Damu, bowed deeply, and the same words were in their mouths: "Thank you, Venerable!"

Xiaodong Xiaoxi was intimidated by this atmosphere, and his mouth snorted for a while, and then he also said, "Thank you, teacher!" Xiaodong said first, followed by Xiaoxi. (To be continued......)