The next morning, Jiarong finished cleaning the building, and as soon as he walked out of the door, he saw a green butterfly flying towards him.

And after flying in front of him, he kept flapping his wings, hovering in front of him, and no longer flying away.

Jiarong thought it was strange, did he look like a clump of flowers, or did he smell of nectar on his body?

She tried to hold out a hand.

The butterfly landed in the palm of her hand, and then, it turned into a small green note.

On it was written a line of flowing small letters: "Hurry up to the ninth trial ground." After Jiarong finished reading it, the small note instantly turned into light and shadow and disappeared.

"This hand messenger is so beautiful!" Jia Rong praised in his heart.

However, the scope of use of this type of communication technique is very limited, and the people who want to come to deliver the message are nearby. She looked up, and sure enough, she saw An Du Zimo standing under a tung tree in front of her.

However, when he saw her, he only nodded his head from a distance, then turned and left.

"Well, it's really resolute, I just said that I cooperated yesterday, and today I will find an opponent for myself. Jiarong muttered, and also raised his feet and walked in the direction of the trial ground.

There are rules for students that students are not allowed to fight arbitrarily, but they can practice in the proving ground, or challenge each other and duel.

The Proving Ground is not a square, but a spacious, empty hall.

Rui'er once introduced to Jiarong that the trial ground here is not free to use, and you need to pay a certain rent. However, it was An Du Zimo who called him here today, and he should have paid the rent.

Jiarong walked into the ninth trial ground.

Sure enough, I saw that An Du Zimo and Bo Yewang were already waiting there.

"Zimo, what is she doing? What about your agent?" I saw Bo Yewang wearing a short training uniform, with an open neckline, rolled sleeves, sweating on his face, steaming hot on his body, holding a bright big knife in his hand, looking like he had just fought with someone.

But why did a mage apprentice practice a broadsword? Jiarong felt strange. However, thinking of what An Du Zimo said yesterday, the people of the Boye family are all brave and good at fighting, probably referring to the fact that in addition to the spells, the martial arts skills are also good.

"She's my agent. An Du Zimo smiled and pointed at Jiarong.

Agent? When did he become his agent again? Jiarong was surprised, but did not speak.

Bo Yewang glanced at Jiarong sideways, and quickly turned back: "No, I don't beat women." ”

"Hirono, don't look down on women. Her test score is no worse than yours, and you haven't heard that Lin Peng Jinzhu still needs to lie in bed for a month? I'm thinking, if you can't even beat a girl, I'll suggest that you take your place during the academy competition......" An Du Zimo smiled pleasantly and spoke softly, but to Hakuno's ears, it was similar to a demon's roar.

"What did you say?" Bo Yewang interrupted An Du Zimo with a loud shout, "Who said I couldn't beat her, that, you, come here, let's have a game." ”

I don't remember that I just said that I wouldn't hit women.

What a simple person! Jiarong looked at Bo Yewang, who was more than half a head taller than himself, and couldn't help but sigh secretly. Poor Bo Yewang, before he even saw his sister, he was already governed by his future brother-in-law.

"How about we raise one more bet than before? You win, yesterday's events are written off, and I can write another poem for you." If you lose, give me a piece of the ruby you just got. An Du Zimo looked at Bo Yewang with a smile.

"What do I want you to do? I won't be fooled again. Hironowang shook his head, "If I win, you will give you a box of pearls from your family." ”

"Yes. What about you lost?" An Du Zimo glanced at Jiarong, then nodded in agreement.

"How is that possible?" Hirono slashed his sword and walked towards the end of the proving ground, "I lost, you can go to me and pick a gem with the best color." ”

"Deal. Let's start!" An Du Zimo looked like he was in control of the overall situation, which made Bo Yewang very unhappy.

He walked to the end and threw the knife to the side, "You do it first." "A posture of uncle, I let you.

"You go first, I don't have duel experience, so I don't know how to do it. Jiarong replied.

Unexpectedly, this honest remark made Bo Yewang angry, "Okay, then you can see it." ”

With a swing of his left hand, a fist-sized fireball flew forward, but not very fast.

Jiarong nodded, thinking that although this person was irritable and irritable, he still had a bottom line.

She followed Bo Yewang's movements, waved her left hand forward, and "exhaled" a fireball that flew straight towards the fireball flying in front of her.

With a "boom", sparks flew in the air, and the two fireballs collided together and burst into flames.

An Du Zimo, who was originally standing near the center line of the sidefield and watching, hurriedly jumped back to avoid the flying sparks.

Before he could relax, the people at both ends of the field had already shot again, and the fireball roared, this time the fireball was bigger, faster, and more brilliant sparks.

An Du Zimo jumped back again, narrowly avoiding the sparks.

He furrowed two eyebrows as he saw the connecting fireballs flying in and colliding not far in front of him.

It turned out that the two people in the competition were no longer satisfied with throwing only one fireball at a time, they both waved their left and right hands in turn, and the large and small fireballs kept flying towards each other, and then kept colliding in the air, sparks splashed everywhere, and flames burst into flames.

An Du Zimo smiled bitterly, these two guys were playing with fire and having fun, but he almost became a roast pig. He stretched out his hands, palms facing him, and then nudged outward, silently chanting "floating water curtain", and a pale blue water curtain appeared in front of him, blocking the sparks that flew from time to time.

With the "firewall", he can finally watch the competition calmly.

After watching carefully, he found that Jiarong's fireball seemed to be a little smaller than Bo Yewang's fireball every time, and the speed seemed to be a little slower, so now the position where the two balls collided gradually shifted to Jiarong's side.

It seems that in the application of the fire element, Bo Yewang is still a little stronger.

Bo Yewang should have also noticed this, so he looked triumphant, and his eyebrows were about to fly to his forehead. He grinned, laughed a few times, and continued to send fireballs with only his left hand, but withdrew his right hand.

It looks like it's going to make a big move. Zimo and Bo Ye Wang, who have been classmates since they came to the temple, are naturally familiar with his habits.

An Du Zimo turned his gaze to Jiarong.

Jiarong didn't seem to find that he was at a disadvantage at all, waving a fireball with his left hand and a fireball with his right hand, like a naughty boy playing with fire, his eyebrows fluttering, and his hands dancing.

On the other side, Bo Yewang's right hand drew a circle, and silently recited a long series of incantations in his mouth: "The unending wind that blows the earth all year round, turn it into a sharp blade, and sweep the road ahead!"

A strong wind suddenly rolled up in front of it, and it whistled forward, met a fireball in the air, and then whizzed away with the fireball.

The wind fuels the fire, and the fireball burns.

The wind was formless, colorless, and incorporeal, but because it carried more than a dozen fireballs, as well as the raging flames emitted by the fireballs, and countless sparks, it was like a fire dragon suddenly appeared in the air, with teeth and claws, menacing, with the momentum of devouring everything, rushing towards the opposite side!