Versatile Mage

Wei Rong looked at Zheng Jiahui, who was even a challenger on the battlefield. Don't mention how much he is not pleasing to the eye.

If you want to say the waste that really exists in this fire house, then it is not this Zheng Jiahui.

"Get started, let's get started." Wei Rong said with some impatience.

Mo Fan stood in front of Zheng Jiahui and saw that the whole person was about to shrink into a group. He couldn't help but sigh and said to him: "What are you afraid of, is it just a performance, or what is the shadow in your heart, born? Just afraid of fighting."

"No... No, I am not afraid of fighting, I am just..." Zheng Jiahui said with some support.

"Forget it, if your middle-level magic can't be displayed, then use the first step. Don't tell me that you can't even connect the seven stars, use the fist to defeat me. This play also does. It’s too fake.” Mo Fan said to Zheng Jiahui.

"We are really doing this well, the students will look down on me." Zheng Jiahui said hesitantly.

Mo Fan heard this sentence but smiled. He said to Zheng Jiahui: "You are now wide-eyed and look around. Anyone, including the teacher, can afford you. Even those girls who know how to respect people are also in their eyes. Your sympathy, I don't know if there is anyone in your entire fire house who has a crush on you, but if you see ridicule or sympathy in her eyes, or if you are expressionless, you feel that your situation is not bad enough. Are you really too high to look at yourself, and think that you have only a little dignity in this fire house, in fact, you are a joke in the eyes of these people."

Zheng Jiahui looked at Mo Fan. He thought that Mo Fan was helping himself. After hearing such words, his heart was even cooler.

He tried to cast the star track, but after a while his star track broke!

There was a sneer around, and Zheng Jiahui was somewhat restless. When the magic was once again, even the fourth star was connected.

"Your cultivation is not low, but you can't even use a magic. I think you shouldn't be a teacher. Do something better than this." Mo Fan said to Zheng Jiahui.

Zheng Jiahui’s face changed when he heard this. His eyes stared at Mo Fan, and some angry said: “What do you know!”

"Oh, you are very eager to be a law?" Mo Fan laughed. My own words obviously touched the heart of this guy.

If you want to be a mage, you can't paint a weak star.

In the training field, the speed of the star track and the star map of this guy is very fast, and the strength is not weak. However, when there is someone, the tension is even so that the most basic star track can not be completed.

Autistic, gallbladder, Mo Fan can even see that the guy's body is inferiorized and made a black cloth to cover his body, so that he is not without sense of existence, but the most eye-catching in people's eyes. A smile!

A middle-level wizard can be so sad to this point.

However, this is only the case at the main campus of the Pearl University. The middle-level wizard is only the lowest embarrassment.

"I have time, you are slowly arranging." Mo Fan does not matter, just stand there patiently.

Zheng Jiahui re-drawn the star track, and he also wanted to overcome this crowd fear to release the magic completely...

However, the familiar star trails and star maps that have been practiced at the moment have become blanks in their own minds. The laughter of everyone around them, everyone with special color gaze seems to be in his depiction star. The process of the track adds a layer of burden.

"Is this guy a monkey-like comparison? It’s really impossible to even have a first-level magic. How can such a person still have a face on it? If it is my case, I will quickly find a place where Feng Shui is better. I will bury myself. "Zhao Ji directly shouted.

"Get down, hurry down, don't waste our time."

"Don't be like him, he is just nervous, let's give him some more time," said a soft-sounding girl.

The temper is so hot that it has already become a big noise in the noise. More people are sitting in their own positions and watching this Zheng Jiahui secretly feel funny, but they will not take this in order to reflect their self-cultivation. A sneer is easy to show.

"Zheng Jiahui, you really can't finish a basic fire, then you can hurry down." Wei Rong said coldly. He felt that the student stood on the top for a second and let him lose face. Most importantly, he can't let Mofan's treacherous plan succeed.

The ridicule and contempt of the classmates, Zheng Jiahui may have been used to reluctantly accepting it, but Wei Rong’s teacher opened him even more flustered. Teacher Wei’s words had a subconscious obedience. He bit his lip and turned around. Going over to go to Taiwan.

Mo Fan saw the situation is not good, rushed to grab him: "What are you doing?"

"I still give you the Nebula magic weapon, I still can't do it." Zheng Jiahui said with a lost face.

"You are a weak person, it is selfish. You have to figure out that you are now tied with me. You obey the inferior devil in your own bones. You are free, but it hurts me. If This challenge is only about yourself. Whatever you want, the interests of who can't be destroyed, but now you leave, let me face more than two hundred challengers!!" Anyone who caught Zheng Jiahui said with a serious look.

Mo Fan’s plan is very simple. Let Zheng Jiahui be the last one to challenge himself and lose to him.

Mo Fan became the last one, so no one can challenge him.

After becoming the last one, the last one who challenged 50 people in the week to challenge directly, can successfully avoid the wheel, but also promote the ranking!

This plan is very simple, it is not difficult to implement, so that Mo Fan did not think that Zheng Jiahui actually reached this level, even a first-level magic can not be used.

The test stipulates that if one magic is not used, the other party cannot lose even if it waives its right to admit defeat!

"I... I don't want to, I have tried my best. I really tried my best. Sorry, Mo Fan, I know that you actually want to help me, but I am really hopeless." Zheng Jiahui’s voice was a little trembled. Like a little girl, she wants to cry.

Mo Fan can be seen as a person's weakness.

He looked at Wei Rong, who had a smile on his face, and looked at Zheng Jiahui who had obeyed the inferiority.

He can feel that the director of the Department of Wei Rong is interested in this. As a referee, he should not say such things to the players at all. He is aware of his plans and deliberately wants to drive away Zheng Jiahui who is absolutely obedient.

"You stand for me!" Mo Fan felt a bit of anger in his heart.

"I..." Zheng Jiahui turned his head. In fact, others have already taken the stage.

"You are mad at me! Sell me here... very good, very good, you really have seen the world's most wasteful waste."

"The mess you dropped, I have to fight with these two hundred people."

"Okay, then you will see your eyes wide. If Mofan is being beaten from this stage today, my mother will admit that I am the same waste in your waste, give this chimpanzee The director apologized, and the one who had been smashed by the whole department bowed his head and admits it!"

Mo Fan was really angry and angry. Not only was he angry at his current situation, but Zheng Jiahui was so weak that he felt angry as long as he was going back.

The hateful people are definitely not those who ridicule the weak, but Zheng Jiahui, who is already ingrained in humble, obedient, and autistic, wants to squeeze out a little bit of waste!

......

After Mofan spit out the angry words, he returned to the game.

He swears at the director of the department, Wei Rong, who is awesome:

"Give me the next challenger!"