Magic Eye Warlock

The expected magic did not appear. Zhao Hao suddenly twisted his face and crouched down with his head in his arms, as if he was enduring great pain.

Spell Backlash!

"Would you like to call 120 for you?" Yan Chong asked jokingly.

"Hi~hi~ Don't, don't do it first!" Zhao Hao sucked in two breaths and said quickly.

He didn't want to pass out because he was mistaken for practicing meditation. The classmate who passed out forcibly practicing meditation in gym class a few days ago has been secretly ridiculed by many people.

In just a few days, a chain of contempt among professionals has arisen. Many people are eager to practice meditation, but have no talent, so they have a vague feeling of envy, jealousy and hatred for talented classmates.

As for those classmates who, like them, had no talent but suffered from coma due to hard training, they did not admire or sympathize with them, but felt that the spies who betrayed the revolution had finally been retributed.

Zhao Hao was sure that if he was really sent to the hospital, there would be no shortage of guys in the class and even the entire grade who would gloat over his misfortune.

"Look, that fat man doesn't have the talent for meditation, but he often pretends to be able to practice!" Zhao Hao had already imagined how others would laugh at him at that time, even if he forcibly explained that he was sent to the hospital because of his spell casting backlash, But who would believe it?

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao suddenly felt that his headache had eased a lot, and couldn't help but be stunned: "I didn't faint! Haha, it seems that my talent is really good!"

"Are you alright?" When he finally recovered, he opened his eyes with tears in his eyes, and saw the other three looking at him curiously, especially Yang Wen, who seemed to be watching a guinea pig on the experimental bench. same look.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a small mistake!" Zhao Hao said nonchalantly, wiping his chubby face that was smeared with snot and tears with the sleeve of his school uniform.

Yang Wen was a little disappointed when she heard the words, she just wanted to take out her phone and take a picture.

Yan Chong witnessed Zhao Hao's spellcasting the whole way just now. There was no mistake in chanting, and there was no problem with gestures. In fact, spellcasting only required mental power to operate. Chanting incantations and gestures were only auxiliary, which belonged to a kind of self-suggestion. In the beginning, it was too illusory, and most people could only drive their own thoughts, so if you want to accurately operate the spiritual power according to the magic circle, you can't do without chanting and gestures.

After reaching the advanced level, chanting and gestures are more stable methods, which can reduce the probability of backlash.

However, Zhao Hao was still not skilled enough, and he was still a little flustered. In addition, the magic power reserve in his spiritual sea was too small, so he rashly cast spells before it was full, which eventually led to a backlash.

If he fills the spiritual sea with magic power, it's no problem to perform a D-level trick.

But he can only cast the spell once, unless his cultivation is further improved.

But now, he has lost the opportunity to pretend in a short period of time, and the magic backlash has left his current spiritual sea empty, without a drop of magic power.

But the backlash didn't make him pass out, so Yan Chong gave him a high look, thinking that this guy's willpower is not bad.

"This is what you recited just now!" At this time, Yang Wen also recited the incantation, making seals on his hands, more than twice as proficient as Zhao Xiaopang just now, and his flexible and slender fingers have a harmonious beauty.

About ten seconds later, as Yang Wen stretched out her hand, small translucent balls with a diameter of about one centimeter flew out of her hand and hit the ground four or five meters away, leaving behind. A crater.

Arcane Missiles!

A D-level trick without attributes has the power of a small-caliber bullet. Of course, the effective range is limited, only 20 to 30 meters, but for ordinary people, it can be said to be a big killer.

"You, you, you! Squad leader, haven't you been practising the breathing method for the past few days?" Zhao Hao said in a stunned manner, and Shen Rongxuan couldn't help but straighten his glasses, his face became serious.

"I'm double cultivation! After I got home and finished my homework, I practiced meditation before going to bed. I didn't expect it to be easy." Yang Wen said in a relaxed tone, but everyone could feel the uncontrollable pride in her plain words. .

Shen Rongxuan's mood is a little dignified. Originally, he was the fastest in the small group that practiced meditation in the second class. Now he can use his mental power to run the meditation pattern seven times in a row, although three times means that he has successfully advanced to the black iron rank. The magician can feel the elements of heaven and earth and learn magic, but he wants to lay a solid foundation, so he has set himself a small goal of ten consecutive times.

The foundation is the most important thing. He has always believed in the principle of sharpening knives without chopping wood, so he is not in a hurry to exchange magical skills. As for higher-level exercises, he still wants to wait for the basic meditation method to run continuously. It doesn't take him much time to exchange it after ten times.

However, he never thought that Zhao Hao, a guy with thick eyebrows and small eyes, would betray him, secretly practice magic skills, and the squad leader Yang Wen actually pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger.

Damn OCD!

He turned his head slightly and looked at Yan Chong, the guy who won him the first place should only be focusing on studying recently, it is impossible--

However, he saw that Yan Chong also recited the incantation, which was different from what Zhao Hao Yang Wen recited. After seven or eight seconds, he finished reciting, and nothing happened, but he didn't fight back like Zhao Hao.

Shen Rongxuan was still in doubt when he heard Yang Wen surprised: "No attribute magic, greasy technique?"

At this time, he followed Yang Wen's gaze towards the ground ahead, and was surprised to find that a pool of greasy objects had appeared on the ground.

Zhao Hao was also surprised. He walked over quickly, squatted down, and tapped the greasy substance with his index finger like a policeman. Then he put his index finger on his nose and sniffed, and then licked it again.

"Well, not oil." He concluded with a frown.

Of course it's not oil. Attributeless magic is a magic composed of four basic elements. The combination of the four basic elements is ever-changing, and each has its own effect.

Zhao Hao dug into his pocket, took out a silver lighter, and then set the greasy pool on the ground on fire.

"Zi~Zi~"

The flames rose immediately, and the greasy substance on the ground quickly burned into a piece, and a faint blue smoke came out.

"It really burns!" Zhao Hao said excitedly, he wished he could learn this magic as soon as possible, playing with fire was very attractive to him.

"Zhao Hao, you probably didn't wet the bed much when you were a child." Yang Wen couldn't help but complained when he looked at Zhao Hao who was enjoying himself.

"I have to remind you that this is a community basketball court. It is illegal to set fire! Be careful to burn the ground and ask you to compensate." Shen Rongxuan reminded.

"You students, why are you playing with fire here? Hurry up and put it out!" At this moment, the window of a building next to the basketball court opened, and an aunt roared.

Only then did Zhao Hao realize that something was wrong, and quickly prepared to use his foot to stamp out the flames on the ground.