Chapter 116: subversion

"..." There are many people who have been fighting against each other, but they are so thorough, but he saw them for the first time. Think about the three of them singing and ridiculing, and how tacit they are. At this moment, he didn't hesitate at all.
"Get out of here." When encountering such shameless things, Lin Li really had no way to take them. In depression, he could only wave anxiously.
"Let ’s get out of here, get out of here ..." The voice of "Get out of the way" came, and the two were relieved at the same time. God bless, this life was finally saved ...
This guy who looks like a seventh-level magician is simply a pervert. Look at Madias lying on the ground. They can't help but ask, is he a guy? Do not say that the strength is too strong, and he will be ruthless at every turn. In the eyes of the two, this kind of person is undoubtedly the most terrible, because you do n’t know when you will provoke him, and why you will kill him. you……
No one wants to get his limbs broken, and no one wants to lie on the ground as a shrimp.
Facing such a monster, can you run away or hurry up ...
Lin Li said "Get out of the way", the two of them said nothing and ran away.
"Wait ..." But when he ran halfway, the voice of the plague came from behind him.
At this moment, both of them were really frightened.
"Why ... what happened?" The two turned back, with a look of suspicion.
Is it ... that abnormality changed his mind again?
Think about Matthias, the two are already scared and pale, this guy is so perverted, if he changes his mind, shouldn't he be like Matthias?
"Take people away." Lin Li said something after they stopped them.
"Oh ..." After hearing this sentence, the hearts of the two of them were suspended, and then they fell down fiercely, and a sigh of coolness emerged by accident. {第一 看书} The kind of fear of the rest of the life after the disaster makes them feel cold and wet on the vest, as if they have just been soaked in cold water ...
After Lin Li did all this, he bent down again and carefully lifted Ou Ling. Then he turned around and urged the stunned Mason: "Brother Mason, come and help me, this guy is too heavy ..."
"Oh!" With so much attention from him, Masson reacted violently, but when he supported Ou Ling, the look on Masson's face was still a little weird.
The two sides of the battle left one after the other, leaving only a group of stunned onlookers.
Everyone looked dull. In the eyes of Wang Xiangli and others, there was already a little fear.
They always thought that this trial. The winner is none other than Gryffindor, but after this battle, their confidence was shaken involuntarily, to see what strength the guy who claims to be a seventh-level magician ...
Can a Gryffindor do a flash fire? Let alone Gryffindor. Even the mentors responsible for the trial, I am afraid no one can do such an amazing thing.
Almost everyone was praying and finally qualifying. But don't meet these three guys, if you have to meet them ... curse that pervert, what kind of natural disaster ...
This guy is simply a of plague. If anyone meets him, it will be worse than the plague!
The curse of a group of onlookers, Lin Li knew nothing about it. After he helped Ou Ling into the house, he went back to his room alone.
The fracture is indeed a bit troublesome, and a bottle of recovery medicine may not completely cure it. If you want to heal completely. May need to add some materials to work ...
Watching Lin Li enter the room, Ma Sen was still muttering to himself: "Fuck. I am also a 9th-level magician, why isn't he so powerful?"
"Idiot!" Ou Ling's uninjured arm just happened to rest on his shoulder, and Masson murmured to himself, since he heard it plainly. For a moment, Ou Ling really didn't know what to do. What would it be better to say him. {First reading book}
The strength that the guy just showed can not be achieved by a seventh-level magician?
Needless to say, those two strangely burning fireballs, anyway, have already subverted the common sense of magic, even if Ou Ling wants to speak, he can't say why.
Just the last four arcane missiles will be enough for Ou Ling to reexamine this strange teammate.
Arcane missiles are real second-level magic. Below the level of the wizard, there is no instantaneous possibility, which means that this guy who claims to be a seventh-level magician actually has at least ten levels of strength.
And this is at least ...
As for the real strength of this guy, even Ou Ling had to admit that he couldn't see through it at all. He could only barely guess based on the previous battle. It may be the twelfth peak, or it may have just entered the thirteenth level. Anyway ... ... will never be a seventh-level magician like he claims ...
Ma Sen just helped him to lie down on the bed, but was inexplicably scolded. He just pressed down the ground fire, and suddenly came up again: "Mom, don't think you are hurt, I dare not hit you ..."
"try it yourself."
"Damn, you won ..." Mason stared at Ou Ling fiercely for a long time, and finally had to admit: "I really dare not slap a disabled ..."
"Say you're an idiot, you still don't believe it ..." There was a rare smile on Ou Ling's ever-changing coffin face: "Don't you see that my wound is almost ready?"
"Ah?" Mason's eyes were involuntary, and he fell on Ou Ling's broken arm.
Then he saw that Ou Ling raised his hand very casually. Although there was still some pain in the look, the broken arm had been reconnected. This is absolutely beyond doubt.
"This ... how is this possible?" Masson's eyes were as wide as a bull's eye.
The scene in front of him seemed like a trick to him.
When he helped Ou Ling upstairs just now, he could see clearly, no matter the painful look on his face, or the strange angle of the twisted arm. These things could not be fake anyway. Mason even dared to bet with his head Ou Ling's right hand was indeed broken.
It was only a few minutes before and after that, how could it be so fast?
There was something weird about Masson's look. He wanted to ask Ou Ling, is your kid from Slim?
"That's why I said, you are an idiot."
"Oh shit……"
"If you weren't an idiot, how could you still see Ferre as a seventh-level wizard?"
Masson was surprised: "Isn't it?"
"Nonsense ..." Since the injury, Ou Ling seems to have changed a lot. Not only does he have more expressions on his face, but he also seems to have more talk than usual. He is rare when he hears such an idiot. No one scolded, but rolled his eyes helplessly: "Have you ever seen a level seven wizard who can turn a twelfth level wizard into a disability?"
"Twelve Magisters!" Masson was startled, looking strangely strange: "You mean, that Madias ..."
"Otherwise you thought ..."
"Madias is a twelfth level wizard, isn't Ferre ..." Masson felt that he was going crazy, and he always thought that the strength of his nineth-level magician was in this trial. Already regarded as a leader, but I did not expect that today is only the first day, and I saw a 12th level wizard, and this 12th level wizard was easily disabled by his teammates ...
"It should be thirteen."
"..." He almost collapsed when he heard this level of terror.
Damn ... Is there any truth in this? Everyone is also a magician. Why is there such a big gap? Speaking of ... this guy seems to be younger than himself ...
It wasn't just Masson that nearly collapsed.
Compared to him, Ou Ling was not much better.
It was just his natural character that made him appear calmer.
It is no exaggeration to say that Ou Ling is a real genius.
He was even called the best talented magician in three hundred years at the Lord Guild of Magic.
When he became a formal magician at the age of twelve ~ EbookFREE.me ~ even shocked the Supreme Council, and even the Supreme Council sent a great wizard to congratulate the Magic Society of Lotterdam and congratulate them on having A true magic genius.
In the following ten years, Ou Ling never had a slackness, unparalleled talent, and hard work, which made Ou Ling break through the realm of wizards when he was 21 years old.
Ou Ling always thought that, in addition to defeating his Gryffindor, he was the first magic genius of the Kingdom of France ...
But today, this magic genius has been hit one after another.
First defeated by Mathias, then witnessed Ferre's performance ...
The previous Madias could barely make sense, after all, he was three years older than himself, and the strength of the two was only a slight difference. The last reason he lost was only a small mistake.
But Frey's perverted performance completely subverted his previous ideas.
Thirteen-level wizards at the age of twenty ... Is there anyone more terrible in this world?