Before the day dawned, Yanfall woke up from meditation, to be precise, Yanfall was awakened by freezing.

When he woke up, Yanfall was shocked to find that his arms and legs had been covered with a thick layer of snow at some point.

Because he was in meditation, Flamefall didn't even notice when it was snowing.

Feeling that the blood in his limbs had been completely frozen, Yanfall sat there a little embarrassed, constantly trying to move his limbs.

"What should I do......"

After shaking for a long time, he found that his limbs were still stiff, and Yanfall could only shake his head helplessly, because it had been snowing non-stop, and the temperature around him had not risen, and Yanfall, who was unable to move, had no way to accumulate heat at all.

Since he couldn't move, out of boredom, Yan Yan could only divert his attention and began to investigate his cultivation results.

After not sleeping all night, Yan Fall was surprised to find that he did not feel sleepy in the slightest, but felt refreshed and in good spirits than every day.

Thinking about it, Yanfall's eyes lit up, and he said to himself, "Didn't my father give me a book on magic spells? If you can chant fire magic spells, even the most low-level magic should gradually warm up your body." ”

Determined, Firefall closed his eyes and began to try to recall the contents of the spell.

When he opened his eyes again, Yan Fall showed a confident smile, and the next moment, Yan Yan began to chant with a stern expression: "O god of the fire element sleeping in the void space, please condense the power of the fire element and reveal it in front of my eyes! ”

After chanting the incantation, without making any sound, Flamefall turned his head to look around, still not finding the shadow of the slightest fireball, and was a little frustrated for a while.

Yan Long's words came to mind: "To chant magic spells, you need to pay attention to three points, the first is to turn your spiritual power into magic power, the second is to successfully communicate with the fire element in the air, and the third is that you must not have any distractions!"

Yanfall's face turned red, and he hadn't even converted his spiritual power into magic power, so how could he release it if he wanted to release his magic?

Taking a deep breath, Flamefall began to turn his spiritual power into magical power.

Wisps of spiritual power converged like silk threads, and in front of Yan Fall, these spiritual powers were like naughty dolls, extremely difficult to control.

With a soft sound, Yan Yan sighed, this was already the third time he had failed.

"Next time, I must succeed!"

Yanfall gritted his teeth, concentrated with all his strength, and began to manipulate the spiritual power like silk threads.

When the silk threads converged to a certain distance, they began to be unstable and agitated, and Yan Fall, who had already experienced three failures, was extremely cautious, controlling the silk threads to slowly merge.

Beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, and Yanfall still controlled it as if he had never heard of it.

Finally, all the silk threads fused together and turned into a clear stream that surged towards Yan Fall's lower abdomen, and a warm feeling came, and Yan Fall suddenly felt that there seemed to be something more in his body.

His mind sank into the dantian, and Yan Fall found that a transparent energy was entrenched in the dantian, occupying a small part of the position, and the purple flame was like an overlord, occupying most of Yan Yuan's dantian.

Seeing this scene, Yan Yan couldn't help but laugh and withdrew his mind, not knowing that it was a magical flame, as if the magic was very afraid.

"Tsk, now, you should be able to release the fireball technique, right?"

Flamefall muttered, and began to chant a second time.

The difficulty of a magician is that he must be able to use two things in the process of releasing magic.

Drawing a square with the left hand and a circle with the right hand is a difficult thing that few people can achieve perfectly, but the magician must do this, on the one hand, he must pay attention to mobilizing the spiritual power to sense each other with the elements in the air, and on the other hand, he must integrate the magic power in his body with the elements, and release the magic power in another way with the spell.

Even the slightest deviation between the two would make the release of magic completely fail, and Flamefall's current realm is very low, so even if there is a deviation between the two and the magic is not released, there will be no negative effect.

But once the strength reaches a certain level, when releasing powerful magic, the slightest deviation is very likely to be counterattacked by magic, and it will not be as simple as being injured at that time.

These Flamefall all understand, so Flamefall is ready to make the connection between the two exactly the same when his magic level is still relatively low!

The spiritual power and the fire element in the air began to induce, to Yanfall's surprise, he originally thought it would take a lot of effort, but somehow, the fire element in the air automatically and quickly gathered towards Yanfall after sensing Yanfall's spiritual power, and Yanfall found that he only needed one thought to be able to mobilize the fire element in the air.

"O god of fire sleeping in the void space, please condense the power of the fire elemental and reveal it before my eyes! ”

After the incantation was chanted, Yanfall felt a huge suction force coming from an inexplicable place, and the little transformed magic power in his body was instantly emptied, and his spiritual power was also pulled by a suction force.

Boom......

With a soft sound, a palm-sized orange-red fireball appeared in front of Yanfall, and under the reflection of the snow, the fireball looked extremely gorgeous.

Yanfall's eyes were full of excitement, after all, Yanfall was only a ten-year-old child, and being able to release the fireball technique meant that Yanfall had truly stepped into the ranks of magicians!

……

Yan Long woke up very early today, and when it started to snow, Yan Long woke up, and he wanted to wake up Yan Fall, but he was afraid that Yan Fall was entering meditation for the first time, and once he was interrupted by himself at some critical moment, it would be a joke.

Yanfall sat on the edge of the bed, sipping a sip of wine, and looked in the direction of Yanfall outside the window from time to time.

After taking a sip of wine, Yanlong habitually looked out the window, this look didn't matter, after seeing the orange-red fireball, Yanlong choked on a mouthful of wine, and then coughed violently, and when he looked up again, he saw that in Yanlong's two nostrils, the wine slowly flowed out, but this qiē Yanlong couldn't care about it.

Looking at the orange fireball, Yan Long slapped his forehead: "I'll lean on ......"

The warm flames gradually relieved Yanfall's limbs, and when he felt that his limbs could already move, Yanfall waved his palm and crushed the fireball very casually, this scene was seen by Yanlong again, and Yanlong was speechless at this time.

From meditating to releasing fireballs, as far as Yanlong knew, the fastest magician took a month, and now Yanfall has only been one night from the beginning of meditation to the release of fireballs!

One night, Yan Long didn't dare to think about it, what stunned Yan Long the most was that Yan Fall actually pinched it casually, and the fireball exploded into nothingness, with Yan Fall's strength, he naturally couldn't use brute force to crush the fireball containing the furious fire element, so it means that Yan Fall has mastered the fireball technique and reached Cheng Dù who can be retracted and released freely!

The fireball technique is free, which is something that ordinary third-order fire high-level magicians can't do......

With his mouth open, Yanlong took out Linya's statue and murmured, "Linya, if you are here, you will be very happy to see our son so good, right?"

……

Flamefall found that as long as he didn't release the fireball, the fireball would continue to consume Flamefall's spiritual power.

With a sigh, Yan Cheng found that his spiritual power was still too weak.

I don't know if Yanfall's sigh was heard by some first-level and second-level magicians, he would be angry and a mouthful of blood would spurt out.

Standing up, his limbs were still a little stiff, but it was fine, Yan Cheng looked at the axe in the corner, stepped forward, and held the axe in his hand, the familiar feeling made Yan Cheng smile happily.

The sound of chopping wood sounded from the courtyard, and looking at Yan Yuan's thin back, Yan Long's eyes gradually turned red.