Versatile Mage: Are you going to let me play in the National Championship?

Chapter 112 Grandparents

With a snap, an old man stood up and raised his hand to slap the wooden table. He looked at the old man in a shirt in the distance and said calmly: "Dean Xu, are you sure you want to do this?"

The atmosphere in the entire office suddenly became tense, and several school leaders around him also turned their attention to Dean Xu.

"The school and the military have investigated Song Yaoguang's matter clearly. Although Song Yaoguang himself is responsible, his main responsibility is still the students themselves. After all, they are all high-level mages and have marked the exact dangerous area, but The students still go, who is to blame?"

Dean Xu stood up and replied unwillingly.

In his opinion, Song Yaoguang did have problems, but the root cause was still the student himself. If Song Yaoguang was handed over to the two clans just because of this, lynching would not be impossible given the family power of the two clans.

Dean Xu's words made the angry elders from the Tang family and the Xu family immediately speechless.

"Okay, since Dean Xu is determined to keep this mentor, we can't guarantee what will happen next."

The old man from the Tang family stood up, snorted coldly, waved his sleeves and left together with the old man from the Xu family.

Looking at this scene, Dean Xu's face darkened.

"Dean, what should we do now? The Tang family's assassination methods are very surprising. There have been many rumors that anyone who offended the Tang family either died suddenly or died in an accident. Even the tribunal will investigate the murderer. Not even."

A middle-aged man next to him said with a solemn expression.

The Tang family has been a big family in the Demon City for hundreds of years, and its inheritance of assassinations is even longer. Even the officials of the Imperial City have close ties with it.

Hearing this, Dean Xu sighed slowly, and instead of answering the middle-aged man's words, he asked again: "How is Mr. Song doing now?"

"Feng Yan is still taking care of him. It is said that the situation is a bit complicated and he may have to be sent to Europe for treatment."

The middle-aged man said.

"Forget it, leaving may be the best outcome. The current demon capital is indeed too dangerous for Song Yaoguang."

Dean Xu said calmly.

Naturally, he was reluctant to let go of such a talented student, but Song Yaoguang's failure this time could only expel him from the Demon City Academy.

If he doesn't do this, the pressure from both families will make him suffer in the Demon City Academy.

Leaving is indeed the best option.

"You go ahead and make arrangements. Remember to keep it confidential. As for the Tang family's problem,"

Dean Xu paused, as if he thought of something, and then said: "It depends on fate."

"Yes, Dean!"

"Teacher Feng, can I go meet Teacher Song?"

Under the Demon Capital Tower, Jiang Chu requested.

"Song Yaoguang's situation is not yet stable right now, so it may not be possible."

Feng Yan waved his hand. Over the past few days, many people had made this request to him, but he had no choice but to refuse.

After all, Song Yaoguang is indeed not very stable right now.

"Okay, Teacher Feng, if it's okay, can you let me know?" Jiang Chu's eyes were full of worry.

"Do not worry."

On the third underground floor of Yaodu Tower, in the laboratory.

"Reached?"

A mentor named Feng Zhoulong asked.

Feng Yan walked over slowly and nodded.

"Here we are, waiting outside the door."

After hearing this, Feng Zhoulong was startled and said with some surprise: "My dear, for this student, Lao Yan, you have really tried your best."

Hearing this, Feng Yan gave a bitter smile, moved his eyes to Song Yaoguang, who was lying behind him, and said, "Be a teacher for one day."

Feng Yan had already noticed Song Yaoguang when he entered the university as a freshman. After many years of contact, maybe it was because he cherished his talent?

But Feng Yan already regarded him as his own son.

"Are you sure? The evil energy on his body is very strong. If it cannot be completely sealed, I am afraid that he will lose his sanity and become a killing machine."

Feng Yan said worriedly.

After hearing this, Feng Zhoulong smiled calmly and said: "Don't worry. As a family, our ancestors' sealing skills are the most civilized in the world. Since you have invited the elders, it shouldn't be a problem to suppress the evil spirits on them."

Hearing this, Feng Yan nodded and walked out of the laboratory.

As soon as he went out, a white-haired old man holding a cane caught Feng Yan's eyes.

Feeling the aura on his body, Feng Yan, as a super-level mage, couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

"Shaman Hunter King, I've admired you for a long time!"

Feng Yan raised his hand to say hello. The white-haired old man wearing a mask in front of him was an extremely mysterious person in his ancestral family. His cultivation was even more unfathomable. He was regarded as an elder by his ancestral family, and his status was even equal to that of the clan leader. If he hadn't solved a scientific research problem in his ancestor's family, Feng Yan would naturally not be qualified to meet a person of this level.

The old man nodded and looked towards the iron gate.

Only then did Feng Yan, who was slightly distracted, react and quickly opened the door.

The two of them arrived at Song Yaoguang's location with the green light.

Feng Zhoulong was very polite when he saw this elder. Although he and Feng Yan were both over 50 years old, they naturally did not dare to regard themselves as elders in front of this man.

The shaman waved his hand, indicating that the two of them did not need to be polite, and then turned his eyes to Song Yaoguang's body.

Seeing the black energy appearing slightly on his body, the shaman tilted his head slightly, seeming a little surprised.

"The breath of the dark plane"

The shaman stood there and did nothing. Feng Yan behind him couldn't help but asked: "Shaman Hunter King, is there any way to cure him?"

"His physical condition is complex. The ancestral seal can indeed suppress it, but it cannot cure it. Now his cultivation level has exceeded the super level and is even improving at a slow speed. As expected, his last high-level The level will also break through the super level, and then he will completely become a monster."

The shaman was surprised. It was obviously the first time he had seen this situation. A comatose person could continue to improve his strength. Where did his energy come from?

"What about after the seal?"

Feng Yan asked.

"After the seal, his cultivation level will stop improving. Before a solution is found, his realm will not improve no matter how he practices. If he wants to improve his cultivation level, he can only lift the seal. But what will happen after the lifting is, I think you are the same. Very clear.”

The price is the inability to improve one's cultivation, which is undoubtedly fatal for a mage.

Although Song Yaoguang is still young now, will he still be at this level ten years from now? What about twenty years from now?

Feng Yan was a little hard to make a choice, but his eyes became tougher. He said without any hesitation: "Shaman Hunter King, you are busy. Improving your cultivation is not what you should consider now. If you can't even connect with the most basic My humanity is gone, I think, no matter how high my cultivation level is, what’s the use?”

Feng Yan was not qualified to help Song Yaoguang make a choice, but now he was the only one who could help him make a choice. Who could be more heartbroken than him when his students' cultivation level could not be improved?

Hearing this, the white-haired old man nodded and said: "That's it, then I will cast the spell. After completion, his shadow system and space system will be fixed at the super level one. As for his thunder system, it may still be a little less mature. "

Hearing this, Feng Yan was already a little surprised. How long has it been since the Battle of Guofu?

The young man in front of him is not even over 25 years old, but he has already reached the level of two super levels. How shocking is this?

I'm afraid it will be difficult to find an opponent in my young life.

Even if his cultivation is stuck for another ten years, wouldn't a super mage in his thirties still be a genius? But now he is only in his 20s.

After a brief period of confusion, Feng Yan took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, Shaman Hunter King."

Feng Zhoulong was also surprised when he heard what he just said. This kid has actually broken through to the super level. Are old bones like them still alive?

When the shaman was about to cast the spell, the two old men left wisely. After all, the ancestral spell was mysterious and not for outsiders to watch.

If Feng Yan hadn't happened to have a personal relationship, Song Yaoguang's life might have been in danger. After all, sealing skills are divided into levels. I'm afraid only the elders of the ancestral family have the strength to deal with Song Yaoguang's thorny problem. .

The shaman slowly untied Song Yaoguang's upper body clothes.

Looking at the fair skin, the shaman slightly raised his wrinkled arm, and a black star suddenly appeared in his palm.

Xingzi slowly grew a barb and gently pierced the skin of the shaman's index finger.

A drop of blood emerged from the skin, and the shaman dripped the bright red blood into Song Yaoguang's chest.

He muttered a spell at the corner of his mouth, and the bright red blood instantly sank into Song Yaoguang's body.

Song Yaoguang's body trembled slightly, and the memory in his mind seemed to slow down.

Everything in the spiritual world was also disappearing at an extremely fast speed. Song Yaoguang, who was immersed in dreams, also woke up at this moment.

Song Yaoguang opened his eyes suddenly and saw a white-haired old man wearing a mask, standing in front of him talking ecstatically.

Song Yaoguang thought it was something weird again, his eyes narrowed and he raised his hand to use his mind power to repel the old man.

But suddenly, a burst of cold breath hit his face. The strong sense of oppression made Song Yaoguang suffocated. His body was pressed against the bed and he could not move. It was not that the old man used any magic, but the mental gap that made it difficult for Song Yaoguang to resist. .

It felt like the old man in front of him was terrifyingly strong. His mental pressure alone was enough to prevent Song Yaoguang from even having the slightest intention of resisting.

How can it be! ?

You must know that he has broken through the six realms of mental power. Even a monarch-level demon cannot put such pressure on him.

Could it be the Forbidden Curse Mage?

Song Yaoguang's pupils shrank and he stared at the old man's mask. He allowed the old man to cast spells on his body, but Song Yaoguang was unable to resist.

Soon as the spell in the old man's mouth ended, a ferocious ghost head tattoo suddenly appeared on Song Yaoguang's upper body, looking lifelike.

The black energy in his body was suddenly suppressed, and no trace of it was revealed.

At this moment, Song Yaoguang looked no different from a normal person, and the inexplicable murderous intention in his body quickly subsided.

As the pressure in his mind disappeared, the confused Song Yaoguang suddenly stood up from the bed.

But Song Yaoguang could feel that the old man had no murderous intention towards him, so Song Yaoguang just remained vigilant and did not do anything extraordinary.

"Okay, come in."

The old man said calmly, and the two people outside also rushed in quickly.

Feng Yan looked at Song Yaoguang who had woken up on the bed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Song."

Although Feng Yan was anxious, he still said calmly.

"Teacher Feng Yan, this."

Song Yaoguang felt happy when he saw Feng Yan, but he also had many doubts.

Looking at the ghost head tattoo on Song Yaoguang's body, Feng Yan seemed to understand that the seal had been completed.

Then Feng Yan turned around and said: "Thank you Shaman Hunter King for saving me. Feng has nothing to repay."

Feng Yan looked at the white-haired old man behind him, cupped his fists and thanked him.

"It doesn't matter. Since you have contributed to our ancestral family, this is my duty. From now on, you and our ancestral family will not owe each other anything."

After saying that, the old shaman disappeared directly from where he was.

Song Yaoguang was already surprised when he heard Feng Yan calling the old man just now Shaman Hunter King.

Song Yaoguang's heart warmed at the thought of a favor from his ancestral family, but he didn't expect his mentor to use it to save himself.

"Teacher Feng, I'm sorry that I really caused you trouble this time."

Song Yaoguang got off the bed and smiled bitterly.

"Hahaha, as long as everything is fine, it will be fine, as long as everything is fine, it will be fine."

Feng Yan was excited and stepped forward to pat Song Yaoguang's shoulder, but he did not dare to use too much force.

"This is Feng Zhoulong, my colleague. He has found out your condition these days and made specific plans."

Feng Yan also briefly introduced Feng Zhoulong next to him.

"Thank you, Senior Feng!"

Song Yaoguang nodded, obviously grateful from the bottom of his heart.

"Haha, you do have a good mentor. This guy Feng Yan has never cared so much about you even when he was doing scientific research here."

Hearing this, Song Yaoguang smiled awkwardly.

"But your talent is much higher than that of Mo Fan. You have reached the super level so quickly."

Speaking of this, Feng Zhoulong was also secretly surprised.

Hearing this, Song Yaoguang naturally knew why. At that time, he vaguely remembered that he had slaughtered nearly a thousand demons in the Qinling Mountains, and with the remnant soul that was close to the monarch level and the soul of the demon, the gathering of energy Only then did Song Yaoguang successfully break through to the super level.

But this is also what troubles Song Yaoguang. There seems to be a small amount of material integrated into Song Yaoguang's soul.

Even though the consciousness of the monster's soul had been completely killed by Song Yaoguang, he still lost control?

This kind of loss of control seemed to come from the body itself, without any consciousness of others, as if he was a killer born to kill. This feeling fascinated Song Yaoguang at the time, and he continued to kill and cultivate. Ascension, his rationality as a human being became blurred, and it was only now that Song Yaoguang finally woke up.

"Hahaha, that's it. You need to rest and adjust for a few days. We will talk about the follow-up matters later."

Feng Yan said.

Hearing this, Song Yaoguang quickly waved his hands and said, "Teacher Feng, I know there are still many questions that I need to answer, and time is running out."

Hearing this, Feng Yan froze. Looking at this smart student, he sighed helplessly.

(End of this chapter)