Half an hour later, the fifteenth floor of the Wizard's Tower.

The usually deserted wizard tower has become extremely lively today, and dozens of people are surrounding the stone monument of the black tower, which is a little crowded for a while.

Mo Ya stood in front of the Black Tower Stone Monument, feeling the gaze around him, and deliberately made a proud appearance.

A majestic voice rang out from the Black Tower Stele.

"Tested Complete, Mental Power: 30.0."

There was a brief silence all around.

"Fren, are you sure he's only been cultivating for half a year?"

A wizard looked suspiciously at the expressionless Fren and asked in disbelief.

"I'm not so bored as to lie..."

"If you don't believe me, you can stay here for two more days, and the facts will prove everything!"

Before Furren could finish speaking, Moyan's arrogant voice rang out unusually inopportunely.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on Mo Ya, and most of the wizards flashed a look of displeasure in their eyes, and several wizards who were more anxious were ready to open their mouths to scold Mo Ya.

In any case, when the wizards were talking, as a senior apprentice, he suddenly interjected in such an arrogant tone, and also interrupted the words of Fren, who was his own teacher, even some wizards with a milder temper suddenly had a much worse image of Moya at this moment.

But there are still a very small number of wizards who can't help but flash with joy in their eyes when they see Moya's appearance.

"You're a disciple of Fren, aren't you? Didn't Flon teach you......"

"Ahem, Abner, why are you so angry, isn't it normal for young people to be a little arrogant?"

Just as a wizard was about to scold Moya, a middle-aged wizard with black hair who looked quite old standing behind suddenly spoke, and stepped forward with a smile on his face.

"Your name is Moya, isn't it? It's good, it's nice to see such a wonderful young man as you, I'm Woolendy, it's nice to meet you. ”

Woolendy said with a smile on his face, stretching out his hand, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light.

Mo Ya had a look of smugness on his face, as if he was very useful for Woolendy's praise, and directly shook the other party's hand happily.

"Hello Lord Woolendy, I can assure you that your vision will never go wrong!"

"Haha, do you mean that you will become a better wizard than the great wizard?"

Seeing Moya's reaction, Woolendy laughed and asked jokingly.

"That's right, I'm confident enough."

Mo Ya said with a very confident smile.

When the wizards on the side saw Mo Ya's appearance, most of them frowned, and even some wizards who had maintained a play-watching attitude before flashed a trace of unhappiness in their eyes at this time.

"Moya, that's enough!"

As if he couldn't stand it anymore, Fren scolded with a sinking face.

"There's nothing for you to do here, go back and cultivate."

"Tsk."

Moya snorted when she heard Fren's scolding, a flash of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes, but she still lowered her head.

"Got it, Mr. Fren."

After saying that, Moya seemed to be quite unhappy and walked straight to the entrance of the stairs under Fren's somewhat gloomy expression.

When Wu Lundy on the side saw this scene, a touch of playfulness appeared on his face, but he quickly retracted it, and made a look of envy, and said in a rather sour tone:

"Alas, I really envy you, Fren, even if you receive three disciples with extraordinary qualifications, even the second genius with mythical qualifications in history has become your disciple."

Fren glanced at Woolendy, didn't say much, but looked at everyone, and said in a slightly apologetic tone:

"I'm sorry to let you see the joke, Mo Ya has just been a wizard apprentice for less than half a year, and his temperament is still a little frizzy."

"It's okay, anyway, we're just going to see what a mythical genius looks like, besides, it's normal for a genius to have a bit of a temperament."

Another wizard stepped out of the crowd, smiling and helping Flon in the round.

"Since I've seen it, then I'll go first, anyway, it's the same with you in the verification process."

"I'll go first, too."

"Fren, it's better to discipline your disciple more when you have time, you are too tolerant of your own disciple."

"Let's go, I still have experiments to do."

After seeing Moya's test results and the scene just now, dozens of wizards immediately left.

Originally, many of them actually planned to stay here with the others for two more days to see the follow-up test results, but Mo Ya's behavior caused the displeasure of quite a few wizards, making them lose the interest of staying further.

If it were in the outside world, they would probably directly teach this outrageous descendant, but the current one is obviously not suitable.

After all, Mo Ya is a disciple of Fu Ren no matter how he says, and those of them who were invited and took the initiative to ask for Fu Ren to come over and take a look, if it was because one of them couldn't help but do something to Mo Ya, it would be a little unreasonable.

What's more, Fren himself is still a transcendent wizard, and other wizards will never do anything to a disciple of an transcendent wizard because of a momentary unhappiness.

Besides, if something really went wrong, provoking the argument that the second mythical genius in the wizarding world actually died at the hands of so-and-so wizard, it would only make both sides uncomfortable.

Therefore, for these wizards who are not used to Moya's words and deeds, it is better to leave early, so as not to be uncomfortable here.

After leaving some of the people, the atmosphere suddenly became a lot colder, and some wizards who originally wanted to come to cheer for Flen also showed slightly embarrassed expressions at this moment.

Originally, they wanted to come to congratulate Fren sincerely, but they didn't expect to see a scene of disagreement between master and apprentice, which made the situation directly become delicate.

"Ahem, it's rare for everyone to come here, so let's take the opportunity to discuss the topic of witchcraft."

A wizard who had a good relationship with Flon took the initiative to ease the atmosphere.

"Also, it's hard to get together like this, by the way, Clarence, have you made any progress in your research on the 'invisible fire'? Wouldn't it still be the same as your temper? ”

Immediately, some wizards agreed to the proposal, and at the same time looked at the other wizard in the crowd with a playful expression.

"Drink, it took me thirty minutes to deal with that simple thing, but Osvid, you guy, aren't you still tossing your heterochromatic lights that can only bombard children?"

"What do you bastard say! Lao Tzu's research is 10,000 times more advanced than your stuff with wasted drinks! ”

"Huh? Are you saying that the pile of light, which has nothing but good looks, is more useful than my flames? What are you kidding, the broken copper and iron that Malcoln tosses are better than the ones yours can only be used for playing with lights! ”

"Clarence, who did you say was tormenting the broken copper!"

"What, are you not convinced? Go out and have a fight! ”

"Go, go! Fren, tell me where there's a vacant lot nearby! ”

Fren looked at the scene that was in a mess in an instant, and the muscles in his face twitched slightly.

If you talk to someone who doesn't understand that this is a group of wizards having an academic discussion, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

After all, the scene in front of me is an academic discussion, but it is more like a group of shameless ruffians fighting each other.

But this situation has almost become an inevitable phenomenon at wizards' gatherings.

This is why wizards rarely participate in such group gatherings, after all, two wizards can still quarrel over different ideas, and if dozens of wizards with their own ideas come together......

Basically, there is only one case left:

In the first sentence, each of them talks about what they have been working on recently.

In the second sentence, it is useless to ridicule the other party's research.

In the third sentence, the content here will become very complicated, and the specific words are more related to personal cultivation and grammar and literary literacy. "To: "Did you take an unknown pillar to your incomplete brain when you were born?" "Both.

Fourth sentence...... Sorry, there's no fourth sentence, and after three sentences, this group of wizards will directly pick up the witchcraft model and paste it on the other side's face.

Don't get me wrong, wizards don't use witchcraft, after all, it's easy to get into trouble, they really use witchcraft models to smash people!

After all, this way you don't have to worry about killing people, and you can also effectively breathe out a bad breath, in the words of the wizards themselves, this is called using their own 'knowledge' to wake up the bastard on the other side!

Although in this step, the 'solidity' of the knowledge becomes the most important thing.