Versatile Mage: The core of the Ark, childhood sweetheart Ding Yumian

Chapter 133: The magician does not die with bare hands!

Fang Zhou watched Mo Fan leave the outer city wall and glanced at the Saint Asharuya of the Parthenon from afar, but had no intention of getting to know her.

"Oh, woman, you will only affect the speed at which I release magic!"

"Yumian." Then he turned around and called Ding Yumian.

It is impossible to go back, otherwise I will definitely be forced to participate in the nomination competition.

Now everyone knows that he is a high-level magician, and in more than one department. This strength on paper alone is far beyond those so-called seed players who are still struggling to win nomination votes.

It is impossible for Fang Zhou to directly say that he is not interested in the competition among world academies and then just clap his hands and not go. If he does that, he will be drowned in the spit of others. If he really says that, he will never be able to go back to Mingzhu Academy!
If he loses the World University Competition, he will definitely be dragged out and whipped; of course, even if he wins the championship, he will still be dragged out and severely tortured.

So Ark plans to use the disaster in the ancient capital to create a perfect excuse for himself not to appear.

Martial law has been imposed in the ancient capital. Although it is impossible to limit people's entry and exit, traffic has been controlled. At least aviation has been suspended and the only way out is by car.

If Fang Ark wants to leave, of course he can leave. The Magic Association is not so cruel as to forcibly recruit magicians.

As long as he goes out for a walk and then "accidentally" gets injured, he naturally can't rush back. If he can't go back in time, he will be surrounded by the undead. If he is surrounded by the undead, he will have to participate in the disaster of the ancient capital and show up to make some contributions. Finally, he will get injured again. In that case, no one will blame him!
“Absolutely perfect!!”

Fang Zhou was even amazed by his own intelligence.

Who is the handsome and smart man in the mobile phone video?
That’s right, it’s his Ark, haha!

"Xiao Zhou, your mouth is crooked from smiling."

Ding Yumian held the phone in his hand and looked at Fang Zhou, whose mouth was almost stretched to the back of his head, and couldn't help but speak.

"It's okay, I just remembered something worth being happy about." Fang Zhou coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment.

Ding Yumian looked suspicious. She knew Fang Zhou too well. When she saw his smile, she guessed what the stupid Xiao Zhou was thinking.

"Then remember to come back early and be careful." Ding Yumian said meaningfully.

The communication between the two was naturally encrypted. In fact, everything had been discussed before Fang Ark left.

"Well, it won't take much time. You should take care of yourself too." Fang Zhou said softly.

After hanging up the phone reluctantly, Fang Zhou left the ancient capital from another direction alone and carried out his plan step by step.
On the way back, he encountered the undead and was injured, and then was forced to return to the ancient capital to recuperate.

But in fact, he was fine at all. He pretended to be injured and sneaked out at night to kill people.

"It's been a long time since I have earned gold coins so happily. At my current level, no one below the super level can match me. Life is really lonely and like the snow. It's just that my cultivation level has increased a bit too fast, and it's a little difficult to break through the super level. Maybe I should find a holy place of lightning, or try to induce thunder to temper my body in a thunderstorm?" Fang Zhou thought he could give it a try. There shouldn't be any danger, right?
Anyway, he made a fortune from the undead these few days. After saving enough money, he immediately exchanged it for a witch's cloak. Now, he finally had his first real magic defense equipment.

Then things got out of control, and he didn't want to go back to the city until he had used up the magic power of three high-level, fully-cultivated magic systems.

Even if his magic energy is used up, it doesn't matter. The mental magic allows him to deal with other people, and the intermediate and fully-trained summoning magic can also fight against ordinary undead. If all else fails, he can just hit them with his hands.

As the saying goes, a magician never dies with bare hands!
It is reasonable for me, a magician with exhausted magic power, to wear violent armor, a witch's cloak, hold an ice heart in my left hand, a famous sword in my right hand, a yellow shield in front of my chest, and a sun abyss behind me, right?
My Lord, it’s time to eat poop!!

One punch kills a little undead, and each hit makes them silent.

From this, Fang Zhou also understood a truth, that is, the higher the level of cultivation, the more gold coins one can obtain, but the more gold coins one obtains, the faster one spends them, and the fewer gold coins are left in one's hand. The more one gets, the less one gains!
"The speed at which this guy makes money is simply not as fast as the speed at which he spends it!" Fang Zhou couldn't help but complain.

In the past few days, he went around and tried his best to kill the undead without attracting the attention of the Undead Lord, and obtained nearly 20,000 gold coins.

This is still taking into account Taiyi's passive ability to increase gold coins.

Sometimes it's not that there is not enough magic power, but that the number of undead has reached a certain level, and even high-level magic can't withstand it. There are also some undead lords wandering nearby, and he doesn't want to expose his strength for the time being. At this time, the ancient capital is on high alert, and it's not like the last time when no one cared.

If he really wanted to fully unleash the Five Thunder Drums to fight the Undead Lord head-on, he would probably be invited over for tea by old man Han Ji after the fight.

It would be fine if he stayed away from the ancient capital, but then he wouldn't be able to maintain his frail image during the day. Using psychic magic to give a little hint would be fine, but if he really tried to manipulate others to do things, it would be easy to be exposed.

"Come on, come on, draw a card, draw a card, first a card from Zhuang Zhou, only 2888, you can't buy deception, you can't buy being fooled, no cheating!"

"Old Man Jiang only wants 6888. The Ancient Mage is really powerful. Let's get another one. We'll need it sooner or later."

"Hou Yi is also 6888, but I really want to exchange it for Lord Sikong, but it's a pity that I can't afford it."

Fang Zhou's mouth twitched. He spent 12,000 gold coins to buy a witch cloak and two experience cards. With the remaining money, he could at most buy a experience card, or a super cheap hero?
After thinking about it, he decided to save the money first and not spend it in a hurry.

These seven thousand gold coins could not bring him any qualitative improvement. To be honest, if he really had to choose, he would rather get another trial card from Old Man Jiang.

Because after using the trial card, it really brings you a different experience, and you have a deeper understanding of the corresponding magic system, which is equivalent to giving you a wave of experience points. Maybe if you burn one or two more cards, his light system will be the first magic system to break through the super level!
It's not impossible
“Wow, my dear brother, why are you still in the ancient capital?” Mo Fan let out a shrill scream.

That night, Mo Fan, who had just returned from Weiju Village with great difficulty, was having nothing to do with himself after dinner with his friends from Bo City. They felt that going to KTV was too vulgar, so they went to the outer city wall to fight the undead for fun.

As a result, he bumped into the Ark that was about to leave the city and was stunned.

(End of this chapter)