Chapter 1501: magic!

boom! With a bang in his head, Zhang Wanlin was shaken to some nerve paralysis, and the familiar feeling came again.
It's another crossing.
Where are you this time?
His fate is involuntary.
"Magic is divided into low-level, intermediate, high-level, ultimate, and forbidden spell."
The elementary class teacher of the Magic Academy is teaching, "Of course, there are rare grades of ancient times, which are no longer accessible to us."
"In terms of attributes, there are wind, fire, water, soil, etc., as well as compound magic above it.
For example, electric magic is a combination of wind and fire; ice magic is a combination of wind and water. "
"In addition, some types of magic require special identities to learn. For example, holy light magic, you need to be a priest of light and be baptized by the pope to learn."
The teacher suddenly noticed that in the middle of the class, everyone was listening with gusto, but one boy fell asleep in class.
What a courage! "Zhang Wanlin!"
She drank, then gathered a small fireball and hit it.
The fireball formed a small explosion on Zhang Wanlin's head. Due to the magical power, it did not cause any real damage, but it was very hot.
Zhang Wanlin woke up in shock, thinking it was on fire, but was seeing everyone looking at him.
How is this going?
He is a professional boxer who has maintained the championship for several years. The last championship battle can be described as a battle of life and death. For him in his thirties, against a young man in his early twenties, in addition to skilled skills, other All aspects are very difficult.
Even so, he won.
He lay on the stage without any regrets, and fell asleep. He didn't want to wake up to this place?
And the faces here are very strange, and they wear weird robes.
Wait—memory revived in his mind.
His body is called Zhang Wanlin. He is a freshman at the PEI Magic Academy. He is currently in the elementary class and he has only turned 18 this year.
In terms of family circumstances, he is not brilliant, but in order for him to go to school and become the best magician, he can go out and throw iron at home.
Magic is the only measure of ability in this world.
A person with strong magic can reach the top of the country. On the contrary, if a person with weak magic or no magic is equivalent to a disability, he is discriminated against.
It seems that I have passed through.
Zhang Wanlin sighed.
The teacher said impatiently from the podium: "Zhang Wanlin, why are you still in a daze? I ask you, how is the fireball technique you taught before?"
Fireball is the most elementary magic of fire magic, and it is a magic that almost every beginner will choose.
The principle is: use magic to gather the fire elements to form a fireball.
The concentration of the fireball depends on the individual's magic proficiency.
The higher the proficiency, the higher the flame concentration in the fireball, the greater the corresponding power, and vice versa, the smaller.
Generally speaking, it is not a genius, and few people can increase the concentration of fireball in a few months.
Now Zhang Wanlin is the weakest among them. Not to mention increasing the concentration of the fireball, it is very difficult to form.
"Good practice."
Zhang Wanlin said.
"Take a look at it."
The teacher demanded.
All the classmates watched, this is the magic they learned a week ago, and now the people with the worst background can condense a small fireball.
Following the memory, Zhang Wanlin stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and muttered a spell silently in his heart. Under the control of his spiritual power, the surrounding elements had subtle changes, showing a splendid red ribbon gathered in his palm, and then formed.
A small flame appears as if it is lit on a small candle.
The 30-odd students in the class were taken aback and roared with laughter.
"What's this? The fireball is still a flame.
It's so ridiculous! "
"That's right, after holding back the boss's energy, I wonder why, it turned out to be a flame."
"Zhang Wanlin, you have to take good care of this flame. I think it will be extinguished as soon as the wind blows."
...The ridicule is even worse than the rival Ma Fei. Before, because a hero saved the United States, the two even set up a competition.
I thought it was so powerful, but the result seems not to be feared.
Ma Fei laughed and said, "How can you fight me tomorrow with your strength?
Use your punching bag-like fists, haha..." The teacher was obviously a little angry, but she didn't allow anyone in her class to hold back, and said seriously: "Now, go to the playground and practice for me! When to practice well and when to come back. "
If it were passed, the student fireball he brought was just a flame, which would be shameful.
Zhang Wanlin walked out of the classroom under the mocking eyes of everyone and came to the playground.
A part of the playground was specially opened for practicing magic. In order to avoid affecting the outside world, a magic enchantment was set up.
Now the students are in class, only he is here alone.
"Ding, your magic skill, Fireball, was ridiculed, very angry, and it is evolving..." "Evolution progress 10%", "Evolution progress 20%", "Evolution progress 30%"... evolution?
Zhang Wanlin looked a little confused, what's going on?
Could this be his golden finger when he came to this world?
"Evolution progress 90%", "Evolution progress 100%", "Ding, congratulations, fireball has evolved successfully and has become a big fireball."
Zhang Wanlin can't wait to try the difference between this big fireball technique and the original fireball technique.
He picked up his hands and gathered magical energy. The fiery red silk ribbon was gathered between his hands, and a fireball came into being, constantly rolling, shiny and shiny.
On the fireball, you can also see a strip of flames, which is majestic and majestic.
getting bigger.
It has been more than three times larger than the general fireball technique, and it is still going on.
Zhang Wanlin only discovered a problem now, how to stop it?
The fireball was as large as two meters, and it looked like a small dazzling sun rising on the playground.
Zhang Wanlin is really panicked, how can I put this out?
He crossed over, the first time he used magic, he was still a little unfamiliar.
Take care of him, just throw it away! Zhang Wanlin gritted his teeth and suddenly threw the fireball out. The fireball rolled into flames and bombarded the target villain in front of him. Boom! Seven little people in a row were plunged into the flames and turned into coke.
Unexpectedly, it was so strong, and the coverage of the explosion reached more than 10 meters away.
Fortunately, I just threw it out in time, otherwise, who knows if it will burn outside the enchantment.
This evolution is too strong.
After losing a big fireball technique, Zhang Wanlin felt that his body was hollowed out, and he had no strength or magic, as if he was dying.
He sat on the ground, wiped a cold sweat, a magic is really exhausting.
"Ding, the fireball technique hates iron but not steel. It seriously despises you and is evolving independently.
"Evolution by 1%."
This time it was slower than before, and it only evolves by a percentage point in about an hour.
But judging from the big fireball technique, it is already very good.
Zhang Wanlin would never expect to be despised by a magic in his lifetime, but it didn't matter, as long as the magic became stronger.
He wondered if this magic could evolve, could more magic evolve too?
As long as he learns more, there must be more magic to evolve.
However, so far, he has only this elementary magic.
It seems that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and we still have to continue learning.
After taking a break until the end of get out of class, the best friend Yang Rui came to him: "The teacher asked you to practice fireball, why are you still lying here?
"I have practiced."
Zhang Wanlin said, pointing to the black ashes formed by the big fireball in front of him.
Yang Rui looked over and stayed in a daze.