The mutation of the entire Metaverse did not affect these ordinary magic apprentices, Leng Yin looked at the exquisite invitation, there was a hint of discoloration, he glanced at the Lizong next to him, and couldn't help but sigh.

Beams of morning light pass through the translucent glass windows, creating a flowing band of light in the space and gently hanging down on the floor of the classroom. A beautiful figure wrote something on the dark blackboard, which should be a formula for mana production: mental power X magic coefficient ^ (soul dimension) = mana value

That beautiful shadow turned around, probably only about 20 years old for ordinary people, with a bumpy figure, a beautiful face, wearing a white hip-wrapping skirt, and long hair like a waterfall draped around the waist, almost bringing the most beautiful years of a woman to the extreme.

Of course, such a stunner is not something that ordinary students can touch, but for such a genius mage who comes to Yanyang Academy of Magic for an internship, no one dares and does not want to wander and sleep at all, especially the majority of male compatriots.

However, the above one does not apply to apostasy at all.

He fell asleep, and he slept very deadly, and he didn't hide it, and everyone else couldn't stop nodding when they slept in class, and he just slept on his stomach with a copy of "Elementary Magic Theory" as a pillow.

The teacher's eyebrows were twisted into a Sichuan character, and there was a flame in his eyes, and she couldn't stand it anymore.

"What are you doing?" she threw the chalk in her hand at the still sleeping Lizong.

However, as if the whole classroom had fallen into winter, the cold, the endless cold!

Lizong slowly raised his head, and there was a piece of chalk hanging in front of him, which was wrapped with a trace of cyan wind element.

"Shhh "Many people gasped, this is [Wind Stagnation] - Condensation, one of the most difficult wind magic to comprehend, and the most delicate spell, but this Lizong actually used it directly, is it really so silky?

Even though the chalk is not fast and weighs a lot, the use of Wind Stagnation is still very complicated.

What shocked him even more was the teacher on the podium, but the use of [Wind Stagnation] could only make her feel that this student had a good understanding at best, and what shocked him the most was the pair of dark and deep eyes, which seemed to contain a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, dead souls and dead souls, and those vicious witch church bishops before did not have such a heavy anger, why did this student who was still in the ivory tower have such a strong anger.

Today, he is still immersed in the aftermath of nightmares, the tide of the abyss, endless darkness, snowy nights, and flames.

The cold yin beside him saw that things were not good, and patted the shoulder of the afraid Lizong, this pat, Lizong instantly sobered up, this is the school, if it weren't for the large amount of memories pouring into Zhihai, he would have thought that he had been reborn again. He quickly controlled the endless killing intent he exuded, and in an instant, the hearts of the entire classroom relaxed.

"Lizong, do you know that this is a compulsory course!" The beautiful teacher took a deep breath, then raised her eyebrows, knocked on the blackboard, and said angrily, "Always sleep, can you complete the mage certification?" Okay, now I ask you, what did I just say?"

Lizong looked at the lonely line of formulas on the empty blackboard and said, "Soul silk produces magic power under the control of spiritual power......

"That's not right!"

"The inert magic generated produces active magic under the combined action of spiritual power and soul silk vibration power......"

"No, you have one last chance. “

Lizong shrugged his shoulders and continued: "Active mana flow orderly flow, control flow, activate elemental particles in the air—"

"No—yes—" The beautiful teacher sighed and continued, "Yicheng, you come!"

"Good teacher. The boy named Yicheng fought in response, he worked hard for everything, and he was good enough to talk to the teacher, so the teacher liked to let him answer the questions, after all, the teacher himself was comfortable listening. You can't say whether this kind of person is right or wrong, but if you do something harmful to others and yourself, it's a different matter.

"Teacher, according to the demon production formula, if it is a demon spirit mage with 80 spiritual power and 7 magic coefficient, then the magic production is 27440 points, by the way, if you use [Flowing Fire], there will be ......"

"Okay, that's it, and the rest doesn't need to be said. The beautiful teacher smiled, this is the student she teaches.

Li Zong shook his head, what is it, this simplified demon production formula is a joke in the eyes of senior mages, not to mention the bonuses of various spiritual power magic tools, this formula is not applicable to demon spirit mages with three-dimensional spirit personality at all, because the vibration of three-dimensional "spirit satin" cannot be as flexible as one-dimensional "spirit silk", so the amount of magic production is not so high at all!

According to rough estimates, the amount of mana produced by this mage is only about 25,000 at best, and of course, if it is converted into a spell attack, it will be several times more. In the previous life, the spiritual power of 73 before the death of the sect, the magic coefficient of 6.8, and the final amount of magic production was only ...... More than 21,300, but the strongest original secret method [Wind Sweeping Sky Fire] has 120,000 damage, due to the attack strength of hundreds of thousands, the general elemental tester can't measure it at all, so the departure has always been estimated according to the formula and the secondary cannon of the goblin civilization.

However, these students apparently do not know.

"Lizong, don't you still feel that you don't understand. The boy named Yicheng asked with "concern", but his face was full of playful smiles.

The beautiful teacher kept nodding, that's right, self-motivated and concerned about her classmates, perhaps, they all forgot the chalk hanging in the air just now.

"I don't understand. As soon as he left the sect, the boy was excited, yes, he could behave again.

Just as Yi Cheng wanted to explain again, he only heard Lizong say with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that you are not good, but that you are not right." ”

Quiet, very quiet, his tablemate coldly tugged at Lizong's clothes and gave him a look. Lizong just gave him a confident smile back.

"Oh, yes, tell me what is right. ”

He spread his hands indifferently, and then talked about the difference between high-level spells and demons.

At this time, the students began to whisper among themselves.

"He knows. ”

"Don't worry, it's, and the mentor will teach him a good lesson. ”

"Does it work, I don't need it now. ”

"Hehe, I don't take the test when the magician is certified. ”

Of course, the departure was still quietly finished. After listening to this, the beautiful teacher nodded deeply and motioned for Lizong to sit down.

"Okay, what this classmate said is very right, the demon production of high-level mages is different from that of low-level mages, everyone should read as much as he does......"

However, the entire classroom still cast a jealous or envious or angry gaze, no need to guess to know, that angry gaze must be Yi Cheng's, after all, Lizong stole his limelight.

But it doesn't matter if he leaves the sect, this kind of petty anger is like a little spark to him, it's not worth mentioning, now, he just has lingering palpitations about the dream just now, he looked at the bright sun outside the window, his eyes were slightly confused.

That snowy night, that girl, that puddle of blood.