I come from the world of punishment

Battle stage.

Ren Xiyun drew the sacrificial magic circle and began to chant something at high speed.

Card!

The gems he placed around the magic circle suddenly broke into pieces, and then melted into various colored liquids like ice cubes, flowing along the lines of the magic circle towards the center.

In the magic circle, a phantom of a monster with a mouth full of fangs and a wolf head appeared, and as the liquid flowed in, the phantom became more and more solid.

"This jackal can easily remove the door of a car, which is more than enough to deal with you." Everything was ready, just waiting for the magic to complete on its own, Ren Xiyun stood up with pride.

This jackal was obtained for him by someone from his family. The priest can try to sign a contract with the monster that has been summoned many times to establish a more stable summoning relationship.

Jackals can only be encountered in dungeons in the fantasy world, and do not occur naturally in the wild. After all, its body image is a fictional creature at first glance.

In his new life, the Jackal tore apart a large piece of existence unconsciously.

but……

No matter how strong it is, hasn't it been summoned yet?

Qing Lin has quick eyes and quick hands. After replacing the equipment of the fantasy world, he carries Qing Feng on his back. When his sword fingers are connected, the sword edge comes out of its shell.

He jumped up, grabbed the hilt of the sword, ignored the swaying round platform and jumped directly to Ren Xiyun's round platform, and drew the tip of the sword on the magic circle.

"Roar!" The phantom of the jackal roared unwillingly, stretching out its sharp claws to scratch him to pieces, but it quickly faded away and couldn't even cut off the hair at the corner of Qinglin's eyes.

Qinglin turned around and sheathed his sword, and turned around gracefully, "To be honest, I was shocked when I saw you starting to draw the magic circle in front of me. The priest is famous for his long swing before casting spells. Are you looking down on me? ?”

Faced with his questioning look, Ren Xiyun, who had finally managed to stand firm without being shaken off the platform, stared wide-eyed.

He pointed to the sword hilt behind Qinglin's shoulder in disbelief, "Aren't you a mage? Why are you still carrying such a melee weapon?!"

In his imagination, Qing Lin should have struggled to start building the magic circle, and then be torn apart by his summoned monster unprepared.

What's the deal with having a sword suddenly appear on your back? Have you watched too much Lord of the Rings?

Qinglin explained this calmly: "As a mage with a weak constitution, it is normal for me to bring a sword for self-defense, right?"

This is true. Compared with himself, his physique is indeed weak.

Only D+++. (up to three plus signs)

The general level of the public is D.

"Besides, the sword is my staff."

In Ren Xiyun's shocked eyes, Qing Lin just made a move, and the sword on his back flew up out of thin air, rushed up, and then suddenly flew down vertically and inserted it in front of Ren Xiyun's toes.

"Ah!" The speed of the sword was so fast that Ren Xiyun was so frightened that his back legs fell onto the table.

"You...you are not a mage at all!"

Someone, come and change Mr. Ren's pants.

"Whatever you say."

Qinglin's moves changed, and the sword inserted on the stage moved again, this time no longer merciful.

The sword's edge points directly at Ren Xiyun!

Ren Xiyun quickly got up. Behind him was the edge of the round platform.

But he didn't panic. (I was scared just now, so that doesn’t count!)

"You think I don't have any backup plans?"

He allowed himself to be stabbed in the chest by the sword, but the sword could not move any further.

Qinglin cast an indifferent look and felt that the seemingly ordinary gray cloth on Ren Xiyun's body was something special.

It's enchanted, and there are a few amulets stuffed into the guarantee...

"Your father really cares about you. He is afraid that you will be targeted by robbers and that you will be killed by monsters, so he has prepared such a good and inconspicuous set of equipment for you."

"Humph, are you envious?" Ren Xiyun really doesn't have any sense of self-consciousness. In his eyes, fighting with your father is something that you should be proud of. "Go back and ask your father to make one for you. It's a pity." This stuff isn’t cheap.”

What is precise stepping on thunder?

"Not to mention, I really can't ask my dad to make one for me..."

The words were very easy-going, but Qinglin's eyes suddenly changed as he stared at Ren Xiyun, very coldly.

Ren Xiyun was startled, feeling that the little strength on his chest suddenly disappeared. He lowered his head and found that Feijian was no longer there. He was about to turn around to look for it, but felt a chill on his neck.

"Oops, I was careless!"

The sword light flashed, and Ren Xiyun's head fell to the ground. Blood was scattered on the spot, dyeing half of the round platform red.

Immediately, the freshmen on the surrounding platform stopped and looked to this side in fear.

Although everyone has initially experienced the fantasy world, not everyone has been exposed to such exciting scenes.

Some freshmen who had poor adaptability felt their stomachs turning a little and wanted to vomit.

Ren Xiyun's consciousness was pulled back to the biological warehouse in time, but the memory before he was beheaded was still vivid in his mind.

"This guy is crazy! Does he kill without blinking an eye!?"

He never died! I don’t want to die either!

An emotion called fear began to grow in his heart.

"The rich young man was killed."

In the audience, both Yu Xi and Xin Meng saw this scene.

They all frowned.

Although the mage test allows people to attack each other, the elimination method is mainly to push the opponent off the round platform.

Injuries are inevitable, but to be killed so bloody...

But they just frowned. As a player in the fantasy world, this was already commonplace.

"The new student's spell-casting method seems to be that of a practitioner." As a mage teacher, Xin Meng is familiar with all the sub-classes of the mage class.

But there was still a bit of uncertainty in her words because there were so few practitioners.

"No way... How many generations of students at this level can you meet someone like this?"

"You can't be wrong." Xin Meng stared at the foggy threads on Qinglin's fingers and concluded, "This year's students are going to have a lot of headaches."

It’s not that practitioners are bad, it’s just that sometimes in this class... you have to overcome a tribulation, which is like a time bomb. If you encounter a tribulation of inner demons, it’s okay, just hold on, but if you encounter a tribulation of thunder, the university How can we not stay cool in such a crowded place like the city?

The teacher can only keep an eye on it. UU read www. uukanshu.net

This means working overtime, very tiring...

That's right, work overtime and focus.

I can only pray that this new student will not be assigned to her class.

The camera pans back to the arena next door.

Ye Feng's batch of tests has come to an end, and there are less than four people left in the jungle.

"These four are all good candidates." Instructor Yan Feng looked at the stalemate. Not only was he not in a hurry, he nodded with satisfaction.

"They are all carved in the same mold as you." Yan Lin was dragged by him to watch Voldemort together, feeling very bored.

He liked several of the eliminated freshmen.

He is an assassin from the poison sect and likes to use poison, but it's a pity that he was tricked to death by an old Yinbi from the blade sect like his brother.

This is why the two brothers always fall in love and kill each other.

Alas, it's so tiring to fight and kill, and it's so boring to lie down and squat, how can poison be fun?

Why can't I understand after being poisoned by him so many times? He keeps hitting me...

Look, this is another guy who has no idea why he was beaten.

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