Returning from the 900th floor

Chapter 118 He’s really not a magician

In fact, Mo Ran underestimated Wang Min's self-discipline.

He didn't play until he was hungry.

Perhaps remembering that there was still progress to be made, Wang Wei only played for a little over three hours.

During this process, magicians from all over the city came to the association to watch the miracle.

Even the city lord couldn't help being curious and rushed over to check after hearing the news.

Bedaokan, the head guard who was accompanying him as a guard, was surprised to see Mo Ran and the others.

He never expected that the people who made such a big fuss were actually the few warriors who had registered to join the army at the City Lord's Mansion not long ago.

Seeing this scene, Bedaokan quickly approached Mo Ran to understand the situation.

Magicians are different from ordinary warriors!

It is an elite unit and needs to be reported to the coalition commander for unified planning and placement. It cannot be casually sent to the battlefield as a leading soldier.

If a few of them are distinguished magicians, the process of joining the army will not be so simple.

The result was obvious. Mo Ran made it clear that these people were not magicians.

Bedaokan looked at Wang Wen who came down from the stone pillar feeling refreshed and cheerful, with a suspicious look on his face. He always felt that these guys were fooling him.

It is difficult to communicate with Mo Ran who is indifferent.

He simply used his status as the city lord's bodyguard to force his way through the crowd surrounding the stone pillar and came to Wang Min's side.

At this moment, Wang Wen seemed to have returned to his previous life.

How many men, women and children were surrounding him, talking and asking questions.

Beidaokan worked hard to get closer to Wang Min, interrupted the others, and asked eagerly: "Mr. A, we are acquainted by fate. I don't want to be rude in the city lord's mansion. Why don't you, as a magician, do the same?" What are you telling me?"

Wang Min was stunned: "Magician? I'm not."

Beidaokan pointed at the stone pillar and said, "Now that you are here, please stop teasing me, right? As we all know, this stone pillar was specially designed by the Magicians Association for magicians to cultivate their spiritual power. Your actions today have attracted magic from all over the city." Teacher’s attention, there is no need to be too humble!”

"I'm really not a magician." Wang Min laughed, thought for a while, looked around the crowd for a while, and suddenly rushed into the crowd.

This group of people has him as the core.

Wherever he rushed, they would disperse automatically, and no one would stand in the way like they did with Bedaokan.

Just let the people on both sides smile kindly and ask questions such as "How do you feel physically?" "How is your mental strength?" "How do you persist for so long?"

Wang Wen couldn't care less about answering these questions at the moment.

Rushing into the crowd and heading straight for a certain dull beauty.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her to Bedaokan and said, "She can testify that I am really not a magician, just an ordinary person!"

The female magician who was temporarily captured almost exploded.

Facing Bedaokan who looked at him with solemn expression and questioning eyes, he felt like crying.

Of course she recognized the famous head guard next to the city lord.

But if she is asked to testify, what kind of testimony should she give?

"I don't know! I don't know anything!" the female magician said with a cry.

"Didn't you say before that this stone pillar was specially set up for magicians, and you advised ordinary people like me to put away my boring curiosity and not try it randomly?" Wang Wei recalled carefully, repeating what the other party had said as completely as possible.

Bedaokan's expression condensed, and he stared at the female magician solemnly to confirm: "Can you clearly see his magic level? Is he really not a magician? I first declare that he has registered to join the army. If he is a magician, that means There is a magician who voluntarily goes to the front line. This matter needs to be reported to the coalition commander for his personal decision. Can you be responsible for what you say?"

Hearing that the situation was so serious that even the coalition forces had moved out, the female magician was so frightened that she almost cried on the spot. She shook her head and waved her hands back like a newly minted chick and said in horror: "I don't know, I really don't know anything." I know!!"

"This..." Bei Daokan looked at Wang Wen in embarrassment: "I'm not afraid to tell you that the morale of the coalition forces on the front line is very low now. If there are magicians who volunteer to join the army on the front line, although it is very dangerous, it will definitely have a great impact on morale. promote."

Wang Min asked with a strange look on his face: "I heard from you that the situation is already so serious. All the people should have been mobilized long ago. Are there still people who are unwilling to go to the front line? Is there really such a ruling class that can transfer people there with just one order?" Why are you so embarrassed?"

Bedaokan looked at the city lord who was observing silently outside the crowd, shook his head and sighed: "I don't know about that. I only know that if we really rely on orders to force the magicians to the front line, I'm afraid the morale will be even lower."

"..." Wang Wen was speechless.

In his opinion, how could there be anyone the ruling class could not deal with?

There shouldn’t be too many operational methods here, right?

If he were the ruler of the world outside the tower, it would be guaranteed that not a single magician could escape, and every guy who went to the front line must be "voluntary" and squealing.

Are the brains of people in this place all boiled with hydrogen oxide?

But Wang Wen didn't say much.

When you go to a country, do as the Romans do. There are always some places where people's customs are simple and people's hearts return to ancient times.

All he could think about now was. .

How can we get this big rock away!

This thing is so exciting! !

The "cultivation" he had just done in those few hours simply made him want to stop. If it weren't for his strong self-discipline that made him realize that there were still big things to do, he would have almost become addicted to it and couldn't get out.

For Wang Wen, cultivation is just like exercise. People's laziness will naturally keep telling themselves that "enough is enough." But if you want to make progress and be effective, you must always remind yourself that "it's not enough."

When practicing with this stone, you don’t need to remind yourself at all, you just need to hold it tightly. The word "exhilarating" is not enough to describe it.

He looked around again, and then again ignored all the inquiries around him, separated from the crowd, walked to Marchance, and asked the trembling old man: "Lao Ma, how exactly are these stone pillars made? Can I learn it? ?”

After hearing this, Marchance's expression was a little complicated. He shook his head and said bitterly: "The Absorbing Stone is a masterpiece that the top magician in the mainland devoted his efforts to. Unless he teaches it himself, outsiders have no way of knowing it."

Mo Ran and others squeezed into the crowd and walked to Wang Wen, looking at him curiously.

In the past three hours, everyone had been eating, drinking, and recuperating while waiting, and even took a nap. They were all very energetic at the moment.

At least better than many magicians watching.

Without looking at the haggard look with bloodshot eyes, it seemed that it was not Wang Wen but them who had their mental energy sucked away for three hours.

Mo Ran poked Wang Wen's arm and asked quietly: "What do you mean? Are you attracted to this big rock?"

Wang Min blinked at him, smiled mysteriously, and said, "I'm blind."

Mo Ran waved his hand impatiently: "Do you know what's going on with you? You've been moaning all the way! I'll drag you in and talk about it all day long when I fight and break through!"

Wang Min smiled at him with a mysterious face: "It's not poison making."

Mo Ran was impatient: "Oh, isn't it the skill stone? It's not... You??"

He suddenly stopped, looked at Wang Wei with a horrified expression, and asked in confusion: "No, you mean...?!?! Oh my god??! Oh my god, my god, my god, my god, my god, my god?" ???????”

Mo Ran's whole face was twisted into a knot, and the word jealousy almost filled every pore.