"You, you, can you make a third-level magic scroll?" Benedict showed a shocked expression as he registered, the difference between a third-level magic scroll and a first- and second-level magic scroll is that one has a group of injuries and one does not. Just such a small difference has created a gap in value, heaven and earth.

Seeing his friend's shocked expression, Mo Xuan couldn't help but show a hint of a smile, a very subtle smile, after all, no one would have a bad feeling about other people's compliments.

"Oh, the third-level magic scroll, so what, it's not a magic apprentice yet, a low-level magic apprentice. A frivolous, nasty voice came from the stairs.

Rubman Eric is a gentleman, the scum of magicians, and the son of Corbert Eric, the vice president of the Benguela Magic Guild, Chebman only has a hobby of oppressing civilians in addition to eating, drinking, and gambling, so everyone in the city of Sapphira doesn't like him, but if Chebman doesn't leave, everyone can't do anything about him.

The swaying figure walked down the stairs with two equally drunken followers, standing in front of Mo Xuan with the smell of wine.

Smelling the wine, Mo Xuan frowned, he didn't like this person, but he didn't want to cause trouble either, so Mo Xuan just kept urging Benedict to go through the formalities.

It stands to reason that if the other party doesn't pay attention, most people will feel bored and turn around and walk away, although they are usually dissatisfied with Chebman, but Mo Xuan and Benedict are both magic apprentices and can be regarded as people with small status, and Chebman will walk away.

But Chebman drank today, he thought that his father was the vice president of the Magic Guild, so he should be superior, and he was already very dissatisfied with Mo Xuan's behavior of ignoring him, so he used the wine to play, stretched out his hand to stop Mo Xuan who was about to walk away, and the two followers wearing apprentice robes surrounded Mo Xuan in the middle as soon as they strode forward.

"Mo Xuan's formalities are complete. Benedict, who was going through the formalities, shouted loudly, lest he not be heard.

Sure enough, Benedict's shouting made the people in the magic tower look this way, but to Benedict's disappointment, no one intervened in the matter, and they all knew that it was Chebman, the son of Vice President Corbert, who caused the trouble. Vice President Colbert is already a Grand Mage, the second in the entire Magic Guild, only below the Magister Guild Daniel.

Mo Xuan, a junior apprentice whose mental power can't leave his body and can only draw magic scrolls for a living, the gap is too big that no one wants to face the hostility of a great magician for the sake of an apprentice, so although many people have seen it, no one cares.

It's just that these people who see it, their eyes are round, their ears are wide open, and they are very concerned about the next situation, people are social animals, and it is a talent to love to watch the excitement, and they already understand the situation here, in their opinion, since they can't stop it, then watch the excitement! This is also the capital of boasting, and they don't remember at all that when they were bullied by Chebman, this was also the case.

"Let's fight, let's make trouble, hurry up. The onlookers kept shouting in their hearts.

From his own point of view, Mo Xuan is not willing to provoke Chebman, a gentleman is very difficult to deal with, they are completely incapable of how to do a good job, but they are a grandmaster-level master of how to make trouble, especially with a capable father as a backing.

Mo Xuan's silent attitude made Chebman more and more arrogant, he thought that Mo Xuan was afraid of him, and he wanted to humiliate this yellow-skinned apprentice.

"Boy, as an apology, you just have to hand me the magic scroll in your hand, and then this matter is over. Chebman didn't stimulate Mo Xuan too much, because Mo Xuan was still holding a third-level magic scroll in his hand, and the third-level scroll could release third-level magic, which was already magic that only magicians could use, and it was not something that an apprentice like him could compete with.

As long as he deceives the third-level magic scroll in Mo Xuan's hand, then Mo Xuan, who is not threatening, is not up to him to decide whether it is round or flat, looking at Mo Xuan's somewhat thin body under the shroud of magic robes, Chebman began to think about silver.

"Chebman, this is a registered magic scroll!" Benedict's fat body kept shaking, Chebman's methods were too shameless, he didn't want to believe that Chebman would let Moxuan go, so he reminded Chebman that the scroll in Moxuan's hand had been registered. At this moment, Benedict regretted very much in his heart, if he was a magician, then such a thing would not have happened.

But Chebman didn't care, it was just a magic scroll, and he could completely suppress it as soon as he asked his father, so Chebman's swaying body blocked in front of Mo Xuan, and he had no intention of getting out of the way.

Mo Xuan was very aware of Chebman's low-level means, and this magic scroll had already spent all his savings, so there was no reason to let it go at all.

No longer hesitated, and walked out of the encirclement of the three with one step, leaving the three who had fallen to the ground.

"What just happened?" Chebman's drowsy brain began to wake up as he fell to the ground, feeling the cold breath of the ground and the smell of dust as he breathed. He didn't understand how such a thing could happen, he only saw Mo Xuan take a step out, and the three of them fell to the ground, when a huge force came from Mo Xuan's body, as if he had been hit by a rhinoceros, without the slightest resistance.

"Who is it, who is against me. Stretching out his hand to prop himself up, Chebman looked around, he didn't believe that Mo Xuan could put all three of them down, someone must be secretly helping him, staring at bloodshot eyes, only to see the struggling followers who fell to the ground and the crowd around them who kept looking here.

"Oops, I thought Chebman was amazing, but I didn't expect them to be squeezed by Mo Xuan and all of them lay down, which is too weak. ”

"It's just, it's usually, but I just put my nose to the sky, but I didn't expect it to be worse than our body bones. ”

"That's for sure, this guy either goes to the Jiyuan every day, or drinks, can he not be weak? Look at the dark circles on his eyes, he looks like he is overly drunk, and he is afraid that he is not far from death. ”

When Chebman was looking around him, the people who were still silent just now had already begun to talk about it, and these words made Chebman very annoyed, he knew that he was making a fool of himself, and someone would definitely say him, but he didn't expect these people to say so ugly. Bloodshot eyes glared at the crowd around him, and a wave of shame and anger began to spread.

"Shhh

"Don't be afraid, what's so scary about this!" another voice was full of disdain.

"Don't forget, his dad is still the vice president!" another voice, but after this sentence was spoken, the surrounding voices gradually disappeared.

But instead of thanking the owner of the voice, Chebman looked at the crowd with even more exasperation, but the dim light and the great amount of chatter completely obscured the speaker.

Giving up looking for the speaker, Chebman looked at his two henchmen: "Get up, get out of here." Kicking one by one on the two henchmen who were still struggling to stand up, the severe pain made the two henchmen instantly sober up.

"Where's Mo Xuan, find it for me. After standing up, Chebman found that Mo Xuan had disappeared, and he was furious, scaring the two henchmen who did not know what had happened.

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