After the Full-Level Boss Entered the Infinite Game By Mistake

Bai Lixin opened the intermediate magic book, the chanting of intermediate magic is more obscure, but as long as the logical relationship is analyzed, it is not too difficult to analyze.

Some people spend their entire lives unable to understand the meaning of intermediate magic. It is not that they have insufficient magic power, but that they cannot calculate the logic in it, just like many people will never be able to calculate solid geometry, vectors and calculus.

Bai Lixin did not rush to recite these incantations, but turned them over from beginning to end.

After that, he closed the book, bypassed Huihong's huge front hall, passed through a not very long corridor, and entered the back hall.

There are not many rooms in the apse. Although Di Jia told him what the apse has, there is no prompt in front of each room, and Bai Lixin can only open it tentatively one by one.

The first room is a reception room.

The room was huge, with only a few sofas and a coffee table in the empty room. Floor-to-ceiling windows are mounted on the wall, the curtains are open, and bright windows spill in.

The second room is a dining room.

The dining table is rectangular, but not as long as a palace dining table, about the size of a table for eight. There are neatly arranged foods on the table, mostly fruits and vegetables, and some roasted beef and mutton.

Bai Lixin put his hand on the meat and felt it, and the heat was bubbling upward, as if it had just been roasted and taken out.

Is this also the power of magic?

Bai Lixin is not hungry yet, just glanced at it and quit.

The third room is a study, with huge bookshelves embedded in two walls, and the bookshelves are filled with various books.

There is only this room, which looks fuller and more things.

In the middle of the two bookshelves against the wall, is a square table of red lacquered wood. Bai Lixin walked to the bookshelf, raised his head and began to browse.

Soon he found the book he needed, General Principles of Magical Languages.

After taking down the reference book, Bai Lixin walked to the desk, took out a feather and a piece of white paper, and began to write the calculation method of magic logic on the paper while flipping through the two books.

He wrote very fast, and in a short time, he wrote three pages full.

Later, when he was tired of writing, Bai Lixin simply learned and sold it now, using wind magic to control the quill to write, and practice the fineness of wind magic.

At first, when the pen landed on the paper, it was either too hard or the direction was skewed, and the writing was crooked.

It wasn't long before the quill came to life, pure white feathers gleaming like a graceful ballet dancer on tiptoe.

Blissin found the magic interesting.

If it is a higher-level magic, it must have a larger range to show how powerful it is.

Low-level magic is generally a water polo, bow and arrow, etc., and intermediate-level magic often covers a dozen squares or even dozens of squares.

range magic.

Gorgeous and dazzling, traded for precision.

The focus of the magic book has always been on how to make the power more powerful, but it ignores the most basic "aiming", that is, accuracy.

I don't know if the magician who created the magic forgot this or what.

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The sun was just right in the afternoon, the young man looked out the window with one hand on his chin, the sun came in from the outside, and shone on the handsome face of the young man.

The youth's forehead was dyed a warm pale golden color, and his whole body was bathed in sunlight, as holy as a pure white bird in the sky.

The young man seemed to be idle, his other hand waving freely in the air.

Eyes move, a quill on the table is dancing alone.

When Di Jia teleported to the study, he saw such a picture.

The young man's fingers were manipulating the quill to write, and he did not find Dija's existence. Di Jia raised his feet, the shoes fell on the soft and delicate fleece blanket, and the small friction finally caught the young man's attention.

As if a fixed picture scroll was broken immediately, the young man turned his head, but there was no surprise or fear in his eyes.

He seemed to have expected his arrival long ago, or rather, he had long been accustomed to his sudden appearance.

The two looked at each other like this, Bai Lixin was sitting in the light, and Di Jia was standing in the shadow.

They are in the same room, but under the cutting of sunlight, they seem to be under two distinct worlds.

For some reason, seeing the scene in front of him, Di Jia suddenly felt an inexplicable sour feeling in his heart.

At this moment, the young man's eyes dotted with golden light spots were filled with a smile. He opened his mouth and called softly, "Master."

At that moment, thousands of birds flew past, through the layers of white clouds, to the blue sky of dreams.

Di Jia was in a trance, and heard himself reply in a low voice: "Well, I am here."

He shook his head lightly, and then pulled back his consciousness from the fantasy. He walked to the desk with slightly messy footsteps, covering up the notes that he usually looked at Bailishin.

This is an evil sect. How could he be like a demon? The young man should not have performed any illusions on himself, right?

At first, it was just a random glance, but when I took another look, it was already amazing.

I thought that Bai Lixin was just manipulating the quill to doodle on it, but I didn't expect that he was really writing something on the paper.

He could vaguely see a slender wind curling the quill, as flexibly and precisely as he was writing.

Pen control ability is already top

, what is even more powerful is what the other party is writing.

He turned out to be dictating the chanting incantation of intermediate magic.

There were several sheets of paper randomly spread on the table, and Di Jia took one out of it and looked at it. The logical rules of magic were neatly written on it.

Diga: ""

This is simply too smart.

Suddenly I felt that my "Master" was a bit unworthy of the name.

Di Jia recalled wind magic, controlled the quill in his hand, and after taking control, inserted the quill into the ink bottle.

The moment this apprentice accepted it was just on a whim. He slept for a long time, and when he woke up, he suddenly felt that he wanted to accept an apprentice.

The first time I met, I just felt that the young man looked good, and every detail grew in his own point. Just when he was about to teach him some magic knowledge, the young man put his gaze in a place where he shouldn't.

You can do this to anyone you meet for the first time, it's too frustrating.

I don't know why, but at that moment, Di Jia suddenly felt an indescribable anger.

He looked at himself so generously and freely, without evading at all.

The other party was just a child, but he was like a more naive child. He took revenge and watched it with relish.

In the end, he simply handed the magic book directly to him and assigned him the task of the impossible task.

At that time, he just wanted to see the slightest remorse on the calm and free face of the young man, but he was still wrong.

The next day, he gave himself a big enough surprise.

And now, the surprise turned into frustration.

It is also a burden for the master that the apprentice is too smart, so what does it make him teach?

Di Jia said: "Have you learned the torrent technique?"

Say you didn't learn it, and then I'll teach you!

Bai Lixin: "Yes."

Dijia paused for two seconds: "What about the Thunderstorm Technique?"

This combination of two elements, you must not have learned!

Bai Lixin: "I also learned."

Di Jia's body froze slightly: "What about the small space technique?"

This is even more powerful. To establish an independent ecological space, he needs to integrate all seven elements into it. He must not have learned it.

Bai Lixin: "I've learned it all."

Diga: ""

Betray the teacher.

Bai Lixin looked at Di Jia hesitantly: "Uh, Master, do you want to teach me something?"

Dijia: "I just want to check your learning ability."

It's not that I'm trying to prove the value of "Master".

Bai Lixin's chin, smiling eyes looked up and down the tall body, and the words "see through but not say through" were written in his eyes.

Two seconds later, he stood up from the sofa and walked towards Dija with Sunshine on his back.

As he moved, the elegant hem of the priest's clothes swayed, like a circle of small flowers dancing.

Just a few steps away, Bailishin, who was still in the sun just now, completely melted into the darkness. He looked up at the tall man with the skull of a beast, and his fingertips seemed to fall on the other's icy knuckles. Said: "Master, I have a spell that I haven't learned yet."

The voice was soft and warm, like wisps of warm breeze passing through the gaps in the bones, making him itchy all over.

Diga: "What is it?"

Bai Lixin: "Synesthesia, I have never been able to learn it, Master, can you teach me?"

Diga: "Yes."

Good good, of course good!