Void Transformation

Seeing the old man Mai looks excited, he raised his hand and put his only shelter to the torch. Some inexplicable thoughts occurred in his heart. For a while, he forgot to speak again, but stood far away from Jing. Look ahead.

"It's on fire, it's on fire!!"

A voice came from outside the courtyard, and the owner of this voice was the three children watching. Although they didn’t know what happened in the courtyard at this moment, they saw the fire in the courtyard, and they took it for granted that the fire was It has something to do with the black-robed man in his own eyes.

The shout outside the door made the quiet little wind rippling, as if breaking away from the emotions just now, he immediately stretched out his hand to pull the old man in Mai, and said quickly: "You are too impulsive, be careful..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Xiaofeng's words and actions stopped abruptly. He frowned and looked at the old man in Mai who was waving the staff in front of him. After a long time, a smile appeared on his face.

"Don't worry my friend, look! I succeeded, this is really a wonderful start!" At this moment, the old black man spoke again, and the ecstasy in his tone was undisguised. At this moment, he was waving his hand. The frequency of the rod has been lowered, it is obvious that the singing of the spell has been completed, and it is the moment of activation.

"boom!!"

With the last word of the old black man falling, the thatched hut that had already ignited soaring into the sky suddenly made a loud noise, but at The next moment, a miracle happened. I saw the raging fire on the thatched hut, as if it had been forcibly deprived by something, and suddenly separated from the thatched hut, all condensed in the volley in front of the house.

"go!"

At this moment, the old black man spoke impressively, and at the same time the staff in his hand was pushed down a little bit, and the huge fireball condensed from the sky suddenly made a loud noise. And at The next moment, the huge fireball that was originally condensed was instantly transformed into forty-nine small fireballs that continuously rotated, smashing toward the thatched hut that was already out of danger in a gust of wind and rain.

"Boom boom boom!!"

Successive explosions sounded in front of the two of them, and every time a fireball fell, there would be a bursting sound, and at the same time a piece of white smoke would be emitted. As the forty-nine fireballs fell within three seconds, the two of them were completely covered by a white mist, and at this moment, the old black gasped violently.

"It takes more energy to release magic here, I... almost can't control this damn fifth-level fire magic."

The old black man's voice settled, and his hand tremblingly retracted the staff from his waist. At this time, he realized that he was playing too much, and he was also grateful that he had just made a wise decision. That is to release a relatively low-level magic in his mind as an attempt, otherwise at the moment when the flame descends, he will definitely not be able to control the success.

Bai Yan slowly dissipated, but Xiaofeng who saw all of this was filled with mixed feelings. He had never been serious about leveling on his way, and even now he is still a guy with less than level 10. That is because he feels It's useless to practice in the Eastern Continent in this situation.

However, seeing the power of this "high rank magic" today, Xiaofeng was a little helpless. If he had been serious on the first day of leveling, perhaps some of the previous dilemmas would not need to be solved by himself.

But what he didn't know was that even if he tried hard to level up from the first day, he still couldn't reach the level of an old black man today, because in addition to being a high-level NPC in the Western Continent, the old black man has a scary identity. An identity completely inconsistent with his current character.

At this moment, all the white smoke has dissipated, and seeing the small wind in front of the landscape clearly, an inexplicable joy rises again in my heart, because the thatched hut that still existed at the moment was actually razed to the ground by that magic. There was black ashes, nothing else. While Xiao Feng was stunned, the old black man said something that surprised him:

"My friend, thank you for allowing me to see the light again. Since you are also a magician, then I think my notes will be the best gift."

After all, the old black man slowly took out a thick black note in his arms and handed it to Xiaofeng, his face full of expressions as it should be. Xiaofeng was taken aback when he saw this, but then did not hide anything in front of the old black man. He immediately took the notes and said thank you. This action made the old black man smile again:

"Very good my friend, you are not a hypocritical person. Old Jack appreciates you."

But at this moment, the courtyard gate behind the two of them suddenly made a loud noise. Between the two of them, they turned around, but saw that the gate had been completely separated from the door frame at this moment, and it immediately turned into two rotating frisbees towards their side. Flew over.

"not good!"

Xiaofeng's heart moved, and he immediately cried out that he and the old black people belonged to the "natural blood" among the population of the Eastern Continent. Because there is magic power in the body, there is no Internal Energy, so neither of them knows how to martial arts. At this moment, facing this "flying door" attack, if you are hit head-on, you can imagine the consequences.

"Bang!" Just as "Flying Gate" was about to hit the old black man who couldn't dodge at this moment, Xiao Feng stepped forward and blocked him. However, Xiao Feng did not deny himself to others, but in his eagerness. In the meantime, Xiaofeng felt that there was still a trace of fire element on the ground, and immediately used his own trick to "resist the ring of fire".

This was originally a technique used to repel the enemy, but at this moment it was released in a clever way by Xiaofeng, condensed on the arm to emit, although the effect was only for a moment, but the effect of the hegemonic body in this moment is similar. For absolute defense.

"Oh my goodness, my friend, you can work hard!"

As a magician without magic, no matter how fast his eyesight is, the old black man will only have the same embarrassment as Xiaofeng, that is, the speed of his body cannot keep up with the speed of his brain. In addition, he had just finished casting the overdraft, and he was already in a state of resilience at the moment. If he was hit by that "flying door", he would probably not die or be injured.

"so far so good.."

At the same time Xiao Feng opened his mouth, the crisis in front of him had already fallen. The moment the fly door touched his arm, Xiao Feng activated his magic, and when the fly door came, how much force it used to hit the flame barrier, it was affected. The force of recoil. If it weren't for this door to be made of iron, I am afraid it would have been completely shattered by this recoil force.

"Who came from?"

The old black man suddenly said a sentence in Chinese. Although the pronunciation was not very accurate, Xiaofeng finally saw that his mouth and voice matched successfully. Xiaofeng also knew that the door would not fly towards him for no reason. There would be such an unexpected situation, and someone must have done it deliberately.

At this moment, six figures suddenly appeared on the stone wall, and these six people all jumped from the outside to the inside. At this moment, they all fell to the ground in the same posture. The old black man frowned slightly. But then a small breeze's voice rang in his mind:

"Rest assured, these people will not hurt us."

Of course, Xiaofeng was afraid that these people were the killers sent by Jia Dafu. At this moment, I saw these people wearing uniform costumes, but they were not masked, and they did not carry weapons. They did not look like an assassin. As the mayor of Qingshan, as long as these people are not Jia Dafu's killers, he has a place to turn.

At this moment, there was a vigorous and powerful voice from afar. It was people who came first before they arrived. The words he spoke were just the answer to the old black man’s previous question, but only seven words:

"Qingshan Xuezong, famous Fang Dumo."

After all, at the end of Xiaofeng's line of sight, a figure in a mysterious cloth came slowly, but his footsteps were like walking in a leisurely courtyard, but his speed was extremely fast. It seemed that between three or two steps, the person had already reached the gate. However, the first sentence of the visitor after getting started is not to ask the whole story, but to make a conclusion. It is precisely:

"Arson in the daytime, everyone will take it down!"

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