Day after day, in addition to studying in the lecture hall, he also pondered and studied in the dormitory, and these days, Mu Fan still maintained such a tense state.

After many days of study, Mu Fan figured out the skills, and with the method of the skills, it was a little easier to see those lines and lines, not as difficult as before, but gradually began to understand.

There was a hint of joy and laughter on his face, because he was confident that he would need a little more time to find out the complete pattern map, and then he would know what patterns were hidden.

I was happy for a while, pressed down on my happy mood, calmed down, and worked hard to attack the lines calmly, no matter how I said it, this is also the beginning of just touching the threshold, and I can't be happy too early.

In the process of reading, of course, not all of them can be groped out, and some are difficult to understand the lines, so you can see them at a glance.

Under the concentration of research, I understood more and more lines, and then a large amount of information was instilled, and then combined, and the lines I didn't understand were roughly touched.

The ins and outs of the pattern map on the pattern book are also clear at a glance, and after feeling through the lines, I closed my eyes slightly, and guessed the pattern of something in my heart.

At that moment, a confused image suddenly popped up in his mind, and at this time, under the sweep of the weak spirit, he found that the image was the same as he guessed.

At the moment when it first appeared, Mu Fan's hand quickly picked up the ink pen, the tip of the pen fell, and it was dotted on the blank paper, dancing softly, making a smooth sound, and the strokes were very vivid.

The painting is fluent, without the slightest stuck, one stroke by one, I don't know how many strokes have been drawn, when the last stroke falls, take a closer look, you will find that the handwriting of the dragon without the tail is actually an image of a leopard's head.

When the leopard's head was drawn, after a few seconds, the lines on the page began to gradually move, and finally turned into a few lines of text and shone brightly.

This is a complete mantra, but the sentences are very short, and you can absorb and memorize it at a glance.

Just as he was about to recite the scriptures, a half-virtual and half-real butterfly pattern suddenly floated out of the paper and flew quietly towards the podium.

All the students were immersed in the lines on the study, perhaps too engrossed to notice the half-virtual and half-real butterfly patterns flying by, and on the podium, the white-bearded old man slept soundly as usual.

"Bell"

Crashing into the wall panel of the podium, making a movement, all the students were startled at once, raised their small foreheads, and stared at the wall panel, all stunned for a moment, with dumbfounded expressions.

After a while, his gaze slowly moved away, and finally landed on the delicate curvaceous body next to Mu Fan, looking at this girl with a stunned gaze, who else except Mu Yan'er?

The white-bearded old man, who was originally cross-legged and sleeping with a sweet dream, was suddenly woken up and said in a daze: "What's the situation?"

Seeing that there was no response from everyone, the white-bearded old man thought that something had happened, and got up to look at everyone, only to find that all eyes were focused on the left corner of the last row.

Following their line of sight, looking at Mu Yan'er holding an ink pen like an understatement, the white-bearded old man looked a little strange, and then looked at the wall panel, there was a butterfly mark of the size of Mo Yue's palm, and there was a trace of cracks around it, only to know that it was the pattern that was evoked.

Judging from the degree of damage to this wall, it can be seen that the pattern also has a little power, and the white-bearded old man was a little surprised, after teaching for so many years, it was the first time he saw that the student could practice the second-level pattern in less than half a month.

The white-bearded old man touched the wallboard, and the ash powder stuck to his hands, then blew his breath, cleared it, laughed, and praised: "Good, good, there is a great student"

was praised by the white-bearded old man, but Mu Yan'er was not at all colorless, her face was flat, as if it was not difficult to learn this tattoo book.

The white-bearded old man nodded secretly, practiced the second-level pattern, and could still remain calm and calm, without any sense of pleasing at all, but he appreciated Mu Yan'er's attitude a little more.

The white-bearded old man paused in surprise, and then casually swept the tattoo books of the students below, and the aura flashed slightly, and his brain turned slightly, as if he had found something, and his voice came out with a bitter taste.

"Mu Yan'er, what's the matter with that tattoo book of yours?"

Mu Yan'er said shallowly: "It's a second-level pattern book, don't you know how to read it?"

"I know, but I don't know how you got it?" asked in a confused tone.

"Hehe, of course I took it from you."

Hearing this, thinking of the fourth-level spirit book that Jin Chenzi gave him, his face frowned, his heart became a little restless, and he asked again, "You took it from me?"

"Yes, have you forgotten that you often have a habit of falling asleep on the podium?"

The white-bearded old man tried: "While I was asleep, I secretly took it, didn't you?"

"Sleep so soundly, take it out of the drawer on the podium, you won't even notice it," Mu Yan'er said.

The white-bearded old man glanced at Yan'er, then opened the drawer, opened the pattern book randomly, counted it, and sure enough, there was one missing.

Finding that there was indeed a second-level tattoo book missing, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, and his old face showed a bright smile.

"Haha, every student doesn't dare to come up and steal the tattoo book, you are the first, not as naughty as you" The white-bearded old man smiled bitterly.

"What is stealing, is it taking, you know? and the second-level tattoo book is nothing."

"Hehe, okay, what are you talking about, but it's really unexpected that you can practice to become a second-level tattoo."

Slender Jade pointed at Mu Fan, smiled sweetly, and said, "Hehe, it's not just me."

Hearing this, the white-bearded old man's pupils became slightly solemn, his brows were tightly locked, and a small wave was set off in his heart, and this expression was even more surprised.

This... Is this going to happen again?"

"I'll know after a while, I guess it will be done soon"

All the students were in a commotion, and they didn't have the heart to focus on studying, after all, in front of them, first Mu Yan'er's second-level pattern, and then Mu Fan was going to have another wave, which made everyone unable to calm down.

After waiting for a few minutes, the short mantra fell completely, and the moment the mantra was recited, the leopard's head pattern was drawn on the white paper, and suddenly a little wriggling opened, and then left the white paper and slowly floated.

On the table, a phantom leopard's head pattern was formed, rushing towards the front row of students.

Looking at the phantom of the leopard's head, I knew in my heart that this was a first-level pattern, because I had experienced it once before, and the students who rushed to the object this time didn't have too much fear, just closed their eyes slightly.

It slammed into the body of a student without making a sound, and after that, the student slowly opened his eyes, saw that his body was not damaged and felt that everything was normal in his body, and then nodded to everyone.

This time, everyone was stunned, and the white-bearded old man was also stunned, they didn't go through his guidance, they really figured it out by themselves, there were only sixteen students in the entire lecture hall, since there were two.

After a while, the white-bearded old man came back to his senses, with a smile on his face, and threw two thumbs up at each of them, looking at the drumming gesture, Mu Fan returned the salute with a faint smile.

At that moment, the whole church, almost incessantly...