The Villain Only Wants To Live a Buddhist Life

"who is it?"

Witte was so keen that he bypassed the altar almost subconsciously and hid behind the statue of the goddess.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of footsteps became denser.

The people who came here were not the only ones!

Witte suddenly felt an inexplicable loss: So this is not where I am alone?

That kind of feeling, it's like a toy that was finally obtained but was licked by someone else, and it was still licked by several people!

Hiss~

He didn't dare to act rashly, he could only listen to the voice to make up for the other party's movement.

At least five or six people came into this hall. Their voices were very low. They didn't know what they were talking about, but in the end they seemed to put something in front of the **** statue and chanted a mantra like a carol. Arts.

The atmosphere gradually became tense.

Thanks to Witte's willpower, if it was replaced by Robert, he would have been screaming in fright.

As the chanting of the mantra reaches a certain stage, the white light on the idol's body is like flowing, and the light becomes more and more prosperous.

Witte tried to raise his head, and found that some of the minor flaws in the statue were being carefully repaired!

"Aren't these just a group of tinkers to repair the idol?"

This idea passed in a flash, and Werther himself didn't believe it.

When the chanting of the mantra was over, the atmosphere eased a little, and the voice of the group of "tinkers" was also released a lot.

Witt could faintly hear what they were saying:

"Burn them to death!"

"For the goddess!"

"We will succeed!"

"This is a holy war!"

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The bright moon disappears, and the day is approaching.

The light of dawn shines on the earth, like the right way.

Dakla opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, and something sliding down the crack in the door caught his attention.

He looked down and couldn't help but the corners of his mouth twitched.

But after having the experience last night, he quickly stretched the corners of his mouth and repeatedly read a few words "List of Masters" before bending down to pick up the flower cards on the ground.

Emotional silk is tens of thousands of miles, pure white mandala is a soft love flower, whoever sees this flower will get rid of evil.

Dak put a trace of magic power into the flower card, and the little Ibrahimovic who appeared on the card gave him the best morning greeting.

Today is still a refreshing day.

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At the moment when Warcraft has not yet started, there is only one dueling class on Friday.

That being said, the dueling class was specially placed on Friday morning to make the dueling class drag as long as it wanted...

Today's class is still attended by the four colleges.

The place of class is at the No. 2 Battle Hall.

Before eight o'clock, almost all the first-year students have come to the battle hall, most of them are eager to try, full of expectations for the first duel match in their lives.

Although this so-called elite mode is just a castrated version of a real duel, no one cares about it!

As long as they can play, as long as they can yell "My Round", first-year students have been happy for a long time.

Of course there are also unhappy people.

After all, not everyone can complete the production of [Magic Beast] within a week.

In yesterday's magical class, many people were deducted for not completing the production.

Without Witte’s generous help, Robert would be one of them.

Since class time had not arrived yet, Duck found a bench for resting.

It didn't take long for Diana to squeeze over with Rose.

"Duck, who do you think will win today's game?" Diana asked cheerfully.

Duck smiled: "It's just a game in the classroom."

"Ha!" Diana stretched out her hand and patted her leg, and her whole body bounced. "Anyway, my big white bear is already hungry and thirsty!"

Rose quickly grabbed Diana's sleeves, and whispered: "Come back, didn't you say you want to look more girls last night?"

Diana: (,,???,,).

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"Jingle Bell!"

The class bell rang in anticipation of everyone.

The students stopped chatting, they all consciously lined up in the middle of the venue.

Professor Jones was about half a minute late before pulling a lot of things into the stadium.

"The weather is good today. Let's run a lap to warm up."

Professor Jones is as brave as ever, and he is merciless when posting tasks.

The students who were full of anticipation just now were all overwhelmed.

"I thought I didn't have to run today..."

Although the students were full of complaints, they continued to run because of the professor's power.

Robert knew that this bonus point was of no avail, and didn't exert any effort.

He controlled his speed and stood shoulder to shoulder with Witte, and after all he couldn't help asking: "By the way, Witte, where did you go last night? At nine o'clock, I originally wanted you to come for a round."

Witte opened his mouth and said after a while: "Robert, I don't have the physical strength of yours, can I wait until after running?"

Robert: "Okay."

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After the two laps, except for a few students, the first-year students of the four colleges all lost their energy.

Robert originally wanted to continue to inquire, but Professor Jones said loudly: "There is still strength over there, come and help."

In desperation, Robert had to walk over with a few students with good physical strength to help Professor Jones arrange the venue.

It is already about ten minutes after the venue layout is completed.

The students also regained their spirits and gathered in the center of the venue.

After a while, Professor Jones took out a metal ball with three holes like a bowling ball and walked over with one hand.

She looked at the students in the four colleges and asked casually: "Does anyone know what I have in my hand?"

The little magisters glanced at each other, and immediately more than half of them raised their hands!

This time, even Witte and Robert raised their hands!

Professor Jones randomly picked a student.

The student said excitedly: "It's the magic ball, professor!"

Professor Jones said with satisfaction: "Yes, it is the magic ball, the core of the magic duel."

Then she inserted her thumb, index finger and **** into the three holes of the magic ball, and continued: "The so-called magic ball is also called a duel ball or a life ball. As long as the magic is input like this, it can be created. A 360° life barrier with no dead ends. Swati talks about the classification of life barriers."

"Okay, Professor,"

Sara Swati immediately went out, her wheat-colored skin is still outstanding today.

"The life enchantment of the magic ball is generally divided into five levels, and the strength of the enchantment corresponding to each level is different. The magic value of the first-level life enchantment is 1000 points, and the magic value of the second-level life enchantment is 2000. Point, the magic value of the third-level life enchantment is 4000 points, the magic value of the fourth-level life enchantment is 8000 points, and the magic value of the fifth-level life enchantment is 16000 points! In a magical duel, only the opponent can be magically guided The life barrier of the ball is completely broken, or the opponent surrenders and the magic card is exhausted, it is considered a victory."

"Swati adds five points."

Professor Jones injected magic power into the magic ball, and a spherical enchantment composed of multiple hexahedrons was expanded.

She gently pushed forward, and the all-metal magic ball floated forward slowly.

The magic ball turned around the students' heads, and then returned to Professor Jones's hands.

She said: “In a formal duel, how to manipulate the magic ball to avoid the opponent’s attack is also a must-learn technique. Of course, we don’t have so many requirements for today’s duel, and what we use is just retired practice magic. Guide the ball. The magic value of the life enchantment is tentatively set at 500."

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