Full-time Mage, I am Mo Fan and his sister

Chapter 220 Village Subterranean Cultivation (Old Versailles Priest)
The old priest's knowledge of the magic department was very vague, but his cultivation was unmistakable.

It's not his fault. Following the communication with the outside world, there are some magic textbooks in the village, but no matter which textbook there is definitely no introduction about super magicians.

Because a high-level magician is already the limit that ordinary people can achieve, even for those students from the most top universities, breaking through the high-level is also the ultimate goal they can look forward to.

Seniors can apply for graduation at any time, so that they will get the most valuable graduation certificate, but most people can't do it.

"I have the ability to control flames, and the fire tree gave me golden flames."

A flame ignited in the old priest's hand, with a faint golden edge. This is not a spiritual fire, but it is more domineering than a spiritual fire. It is the attached effect of the old priest's natural awakening.

In other words, the old priest is still a magician born with a fire-type spiritual seed.

"I still have the ability to heal, but I don't see it mentioned in those textbooks. Those who came to the village told me that it is called the healing magic."

The green light in the hands of the old priest was the healing magic that he showed when he was saving the mountain.

"I can still speak in your heart and perceive everyone's emotions. This seems to be a kind of magic called the soul system."

Suddenly a voice sounded in Moyingge's heart, it was the voice of the old priest, but the old priest in front of him didn't speak at all.

Moyingge is almost numb, a natural fire-type spirit-seed plus spiritual healing, what kind of fairy magic combination is this!
You are the real Chosen One, right? !
"There is the last department, what is the magic department?" Mo Yinge stared at the old priest with her beautiful eyes, not knowing what surprises or surprises he could bring to herself.

"It's a bit like the Psychic System, it can make my words spread far, far."

The old priest might feel that he couldn't express clearly, so he simply drew a purple star trail for Moyingge to see.

"It's phonological magic!"

Moyingge exclaimed in surprise, when she saw the color of Xingzi, she already knew what magic system it was.

It just so happens that I also have a phonology system, so I can ask for advice.

"Then what level are your four magic schools at?"

Moyingge still couldn't help asking, she must be a super magician with four departments, after all, not everyone is like her, high-level somehow awakened two departments at the same time, and it is impossible to be like her brother Mo Fan, Born to awaken two departments.

"It's about the same."

The old priest thought for a while, then pulled his beard and said slowly.

almost?Almost all of them are super-orders, the four series of super-orders? !Are you sure you're not joking? ! !

"Why, is it difficult?"

The old priest was a little confused, he was just slowly groping for cultivation by himself, wouldn't it be enough to have hands?
When I was a teenager, I automatically awakened the golden flame under the fire tree of the altar, and then practiced slowly. When I felt that my cultivation base was stuck, I rushed over in one go, then continued to practice, and then broke through... Seems like it’s not a big deal, right?
Oh, I heard that awakening magic needs some kind of awakening stone, but I don't need this thing in my village. During the annual festival, the blessing of the fire tree is easy to awaken the fire element.

Of course, he himself has never used any awakening stones.
For him, self-awareness is the most normal thing.

Moyingge was lying on the table, feeling weak and numb.

Really, although she kept silent, she was quite satisfied with her own strength, but after hearing the life experience of the old priest, she instantly felt that she was a scumbag.

There are no awakened people of the right age this year, so the ceremony is missing a link, but the old priest is not happy at all, which means that there is no successor.

……

After that, Moyingge settled down in the village.

Every day, the old priest dragged her out for a stroll, in the name of letting every villager know their saint.

At the same time, it was also for Moyingge to inspect her territory.

That's right, according to ancient teachings, these mountains are now hers, Mo Yinge's.

"I didn't expect that I would become a king of the mountain after walking around casually."

Mo Yinge was a little dumbfounded.

While consolidating her high-level cultivation of the wind system, she strives to fly into the sky one day earlier,
While popularizing the common sense of magic with the old priest, she simply has the experience of reviewing with that kid Mo Fan before, and she is also handy in teaching.

Of course, the old priest also explained his understanding of magic to her without reservation.

The old priest didn't know much about big theories, but decades of groping forward is also an unimaginably precious wealth. He can't say it, but he can directly show it to Moyingge.

The fire department is not needed for the time being, some old magic priests of the music department explain in their own words while showing, and Moyingge is also a genius with a very high talent for magic comprehension, such precepts and deeds are more suitable for her.

The wind star needs to complete the complete control of 340 three stars to release the high-level magic - the wind wing.

But obviously it's not a one-day job.

Moyingge sat cross-legged, with a long stick on her full and powerful long legs. She found that this magic weapon could not only provide unimaginable control power, but also gather the power of elements independently. Although it is mainly fire-type, it does not It means that it is useless to other elemental forces, but the effect will be much worse.

The magic weapon automatically recognizes its owner, and Mo Yinge also gained a lot in the process of exploring and controlling it.

In this way, Moyingge lived in the village one after another, as if they were integrated into one body.

It takes quite a long time to control Xingzi of the wind system, after all, she has not controlled Xingzi's magical weapon, Mo Yinge feels that it will even take a month to master almost all of them.

But the mid-level space system came much faster. After all, there are only 49 stars, so it's not easy to catch!

"Space Rhythm Compression!"

On the barren rocky beach, Moyingge looked at a big gray-black rock, and as she rolled out a silvery luster, she could see a large square space in the shape of a rhombus showing obvious fluctuations.

Volatility is a powerful compressive force.

Objects in the rhombus-shaped space will suddenly bear several times, ten times, dozens of times or even hundreds of times the original space pressure!
"Bang!!!"

The big stone was soon overwhelmed, and broke into a pool of irregular small stones in the silver space square of the rhombus.

Moyingge didn't stop, a silvery white light flashed in his eyes, the small stones were still broken, they couldn't bear the increasing pressure until they were crushed into a field of lime.

A gust of wind blew by, raising gray dust, Mo Yinge finally showed a satisfied smile.

Space compression is the first level in the middle-level magic of the space system, and its practicality is quite high. Magicians can adjust the intensity of space compression according to their needs.

If the strength is well grasped, the gravity can also be compressed, allowing the enemy to bear more than ten times the original gravity at once, making it difficult for them to move an inch.

Moyingge has not learned that state yet, but he has mastered pure space compression, and its power is strong enough.

She reckoned, basically, if Xiao Zhan will be locked by this diamond-shaped space, he will explode and die immediately!

Don't ask why she knows so clearly, of course she didn't search all over the mountains and plains for a monster to cooperate with her in the experiment.

Flame Lizard slumped aside, lazily basking in the sun, but the horror and fear in his eyes had not dissipated, he lowered his head and looked at Moyingge pitifully.

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