Another World’s Versatile Crafting Master Chapter 206: Because I want to lie

The guild hall is full of people. Everyone's eyes fell on the huge crystal ball. The battle between apprentice and mentor. Just passing this huge crystal ball. Clearly displayed in front of everyone.

The battle has entered. The attacks of the young apprentices are getting fierce from time to time. The elemental shield on Medellin is becoming extremely dim. The exhaustion time of several key spells is still far away. Among the flying wind blades. Everyone's hearts are hanging.

The excitement of this battle. It's far beyond everyone's imagination.

When Medellin activates the Wizard’s Eye. When reflecting the entire arena into a crystal ball. Almost everyone agrees. This will be a practical teaching.

In their imagination. Medellin may use a few control magic. Let the young apprentice understand the power of control. It may also open elemental shields. Any young apprentice bombarded indiscriminately. Until he ran out of magic power. I told him how to distribute his magic power reasonably...

No one thought about it anyway. The battle could be so fierce.

The sparks of battle in the crystal ball are everywhere. Everyone was stunned in there. There was no sound in the entire guild hall. Whether it is a great wizard who has been famous for decades. Or a magic apprentice who has just come into contact with mysterious knowledge. At this moment, all were frightened and there was no sound.

The battle between these two men is really terrifying...

Medellin deserves to be a figure standing on the summit of the Great Sorcerer. Although the power is suppressed at level 15. But the spellcasting skills he showed were truly telling everyone. He is indeed the most powerful one among the great wizards. Nearly perfect magic control. Close to the limit of casting time. The magic released by him. It's as exquisite as a work of art. In that kind of almost desperate disadvantage. He can even spare time to fight back. Many times. Everyone even felt that his casting skills had subverted their common sense.

Everyone was even a little grateful. Fortunately, Medellin suppressed his power at level 15. Fortunately, he fell into an almost desperate disadvantage from the beginning. If this is not the case. Maybe I will never see such a wonderful battle in my life.

People like Medellin who stand on the summit of the Great Sorcerer. In many cases, power alone is enough to destroy everything. So much so that he rarely exhausted all his strength in battle. Not to mention having all the skills like now. Desperately struggling with that breath of opportunity in desperation.

For the hundreds of magicians in the guild hall. This is simply a magic show of Meilun Meihuan.

Such opportunities. But not always.

Just seeing Medellín doing his best. It's enough to make them hooked.

Not to mention...

Forcing Medellin to do his best. Still a young apprentice under twenty.

This young apprentice brought them. It is a real shock.

Compared to Medellin’s exquisite spellcasting skills like an artwork. What this young apprentice showed was another style. Accurate and efficient. It's like a precision-running machine. His control of magic has reached a terrifying level. It's as if it is not a magical power that is ethereal. It's like the most flexible finger. Complete and precise control. No trace of excess, no trace of waste.

What makes a group of magicians scalp numb the most is. This young apprentice seems to have an instinctive sensitivity to Time Ranwen Novel Network. A battle has been going on till now. At least the two sides each released dozens of magic. The gorgeous magic runes alone are enough to dazzle. But this young apprentice clearly remembered the order of every magic. More accurately grasped their respective exhaustion time.

"This is terrible..." Hundreds of magicians in the guild hall. This idea came to them all in their minds.

Just now. Medellin finally survived the spell exhaustion time of the elemental shield. When planning to counterattack with this elemental shield. The young apprentice suddenly released magic feedback.

At that moment. Almost everyone saw it. Medellin's open mouth.

That was a sign that a spell was about to be chanted.

But what kind of spell he is going to chant. But no one knows. Because this spell hasn't come out yet. Has been killed by the young apprentice.

That feeling is simply desperate... the trick is not complicated. Among the hundreds of magicians present. Anyone with a little eye can see it. It is nothing more than calculating Medellin’s elemental shield failure time. In the moment of exhaustion, Ranwen Novel Network released magic feedback. Because only under the protection of elemental shield. Medellin can cast spells with confidence. It can also give the opponent a chance for magic feedback.

But things in the world. It's always easier said than done.

Calculate the exhaustion time of elemental shields. How easy is it?

Not only to remember when an elemental shield was put on in Medellin. Also remember how many magics you have released in Ranwen Novel Network during this period of time. How much weakening of the elemental shield. In addition. The magic consumption of Medellin must also be considered. And the pressure that I put on him. This even involves extremely subtle factors such as psychological speculation.

The most important thing for a magician to fight is to concentrate. It's just the chanting of incredibly complex spells. It is enough to consume all the minds of most magicians. Able to think in a fierce battle. And worked out an ingenious tactic for himself. All magical geniuses are difficult to see at a glance. As for being like this young apprentice. When facing my mentor. It can also perform extremely complex calculations. Don't say I have seen it. I have never heard of it. This is simply not a capability that humans should possess.

The guild hall was quiet and scary. You can hear even a needle falling on it.

Everyone's eyes are on the crystal ball. Stared at the young apprentice who was singing a spell.

He didn't chant the spell too quickly. It looked a little unhurried. But the sharp-eyed old magicians could tell at a glance. The degree to which this young apprentice chanted a spell. It is actually silk that is no worse than Medellin!

"Damn..." Several elderly magicians. They all whispered quietly.

This is really hell...

Medellin no matter how much it suppresses power. No matter how it is only level fifteen. The spellcasting habit that has been integrated into the bloodline will not change. For a magician of his level. The habit of casting spells has become an instinct. Even if he suppressed his power to the first level. How much time should be compressed for a spell or how much time should be compressed. Will not change because of the level.

From the eyes of everyone in the lobby. Medellin's compression of the chanting time-ranwen novel network. It has reached the limit that human beings can reach. They even feel it. Even if it is a legendary mage. I am afraid it is hard to do better than Medellin.

But now. Right under their noses. But there is a young apprentice who is less than twenty years old. It did something that only Medellin could do.

No one can believe that this young apprentice is less than twenty years old.

So much so that everyone started to guess. This guy who looks like an apprentice. What is the origin...

For a while. The whispering voices in the guild hall one after another.

"I remember. This kid seems to be from Garros!" Someone among the crowd said.

Exit this sentence. Suddenly, there was a wave of opposition. An old wizard with a gray beard looked excited: "Nonsense. Garros Magic Guild kind of party. How could it be possible to teach such a powerful genius?"

"Yes. It's impossible!" The colleagues next to him gave him a glance. All nodded in unison.

This is just kidding. A magic genius who can put Medellin into desperation. It's actually from Garros? Who doesn't know that Fang is magical and wild. In a few decades, there was a great wizard in Grean. The most ridiculous thing is. Heard that Fang's most powerful magic power. It was not a magic guild. But a dozen or so messy magic families...

Such a genius from Garros? It's better to say that Medellin is a woman and simply...

"If this kid really came from Garros. I'll eat this crystal ball!" The gray-bearded old wizard pointed at the crystal ball in front of him excitedly.

"..." The magician who told the truth was suddenly dumb. Such a big crystal ball. I really want to let this old man eat it. Why don't you kill them?

Furthermore...

Although it is said that this kid is from Garros. But even he has no bottom in his heart. Who doesn't know the country side of Garros. A wizard is enough for them to celebrate for half a year. What's more, a great wizard who is less than twenty years old? Maybe he had admitted the wrong person... the only magician who told the truth. I also doubted myself.

And everyone was talking about it. When guessing Lin Li's origin. The battle has come to an end.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A series of three rings of flame exploded beside Medellin. The shaky elemental shield finally left only a thin layer.

"Boy. You have a seed!" These three rings of flames have been buried a long time ago. Exploded at the most critical moment. Immediately, Medellin was driven to desperation. Only a thin layer of elemental shield remained on his body. Maybe only a wind blade can cut it open. And the time of spell exhaustion is only half past. Want to hold out another elemental shield. It's almost like letting a rooster lay eggs.

Medellin has lived a long time. This is the first time I have been so embarrassed. This is too frustrated. He was beaten by a boy who was less than twenty years old and had no power to fight back. Seeing to be torn apart the elemental shield. He was directly sentenced to death. But I can't do anything about it. I can only watch the opponent blasting magically one by one...

"It's **** overturned in the gutter!" Medellin is really regretful now. Thousands should not be absolutely. I shouldn't underestimate this kid. Thought he was still the strength of a month ago. But I didn't expect such a short time to run Wenwen Novel.com. This kid has already broken through the fifteenth level from thirteenth level. Become a real great wizard.

But this kid is also a talent. A small advantage was continuously expanded by him. In the end, he actually pushed himself to a desperate situation.

"Look. I said it earlier. Whoever teaches it is not necessarily..." By the chance of passing Medellin. Lin Li whispered in his ear.

Medellin heard it. He almost vomited blood without being angry.

Unfortunately, vomiting blood returns to vomiting blood. He still couldn't do anything. Just when the two passed by. Lin Li a burning hand has fallen on Medellin's back. The raging flames rose fiercely. An elemental shield burned a huge gap in an instant.

"It's over..." Feeling the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne, asks the devil, the world, the nineth heaven, is the strongest abandonment. The Shao Da Zhou imperial family moves the universe and the night kills the gods, God seals the throne to seek the devil, proud of the world, the strongest of the nine times The scorching heat from your hands. Medellin's heart sank suddenly: "I have been famous for decades. Today is going to be destroyed by this kid..."

Think of the twelve wizard eyes above my head. Medellin really has a dead heart.

At this moment. The entire magic guild fell silent.

Whether it's Odvan or Dalyan. Or the hundreds of magicians in the guild hall. Everyone stared at the crystal ball nervously. Watching Lin Li a hand of flame fell. Watching Medellin's elemental shield break open. At this moment. Even Time Ranwen Novel Network seems to have stagnated...

Then they saw...

The flames in that young apprentice's hand. It went out suddenly.

The magic runes flying in the arena dissipated instantly. Everything seemed to be back to when a group of four had just entered.

The magic guild was stunned up and down. No one thought it would be such a result in the end. This, this... what kind of situation is this?

"Oops. That kid ran out of magic power!" I didn't know who shouted in the guild hall.

It's indeed exhausted...

Until this time. This group of magicians in the guild hall suddenly remembered. In the battle just now. That young apprentice released at least dozens of magic. At least half of them are wizard-level.

For a while. Everyone's faces appeared suddenly and suddenly.

No wonder I always feel wrong. It turned out to be so.

The reason why this kid looks so fierce. It's all because he has been overdrawing magic power. What is the concept of dozens of magic? This means astronomical magic. Even those great wizards who have been famous for a long time. Not necessarily able to withstand such consumption. What's more, a young man under the age of twenty?

Recall the whole battle carefully. This is indeed the case. Since occupying a small advantage. That young apprentice has been bombarding with magic. A lot of instant magic. Add a short spell chant. While pressing Medellin out of breath. He is also constantly overdrawing his own magic power. This almost gambling style of fighting. Finally at the last moment he tasted the evil results. Just within reach of victory. His magic power is completely exhausted...

"It's a shame..." sighs came from the crowd from time to time. Even these unrelated magicians. I feel sorry for the young apprentice.

It's really only a little bit. That hand of flame burns even one more second. It is enough to completely defeat Medellin. It's a pity this second. It has become a target that can never be reached. Medellin is an eighteenth-level great wizard. Overcome his chance. How many times can a magician meet in his life?

In the president's room. Dalyan was secretly relieved.

Not bad. Although this Garros hillbilly is strong. But it is not yet powerful enough to be arrogant. At least in terms of magic. He still couldn't compete with the real great wizard. This more or less comforted Dalyan. And secretly write it down in my heart. Not enough magic power is the opponent's biggest flaw.

And Odevin just smiled: "It seems that Medellin is lucky..."

"President Odwin. I'm afraid it's not just luck."

"Oh?" Odevin glanced at Dalyan. There was some doubt in his eyes: "Dalyan. Do you have a different opinion?"

"Yes. Chairman Oldwin." Dalyan nodded. Then he pointed to Lin Li in the crystal ball and continued: "If I am not mistaken. I am afraid that all of this has been in the hands of Mr. Medellin. He has judged the opponent's magic limit early on. That’s why I’ve been defending. The purpose is to exhaust this young man’s magic. And let him understand the importance of a reasonable distribution of magic."

"It seems that you still don't understand..." Aldevin smiled. No more words: "Forget it. Dalyan. If there is nothing wrong. You can go back first. I want to sit alone."

"Yes." Dalyan glanced at the scene in the crystal ball again. Only then respectfully left the president's room. Walk along the corridor towards the institute. He was in a good mood along the way. A bottle of psionic potion is about to arrive. Once again felt the strength of that Garros boy. The opponent ran out of magic at the last moment. Let Darian completely relieved. As long as it is not the real Great Sorcerer. There is still a chance to deal with it.

As Dalyan walked into the institute. This battle is far beyond imagination. The curtain was completely closed. The picture on the crystal ball gradually blurred. Finally restored to the previous appearance.

And this time. Medellin is soaring.

The old guy said a spell with a green face. Close the twelve wizard eyes above. Wait until I look back. The look is fierce, as if to eat people: "Damn. You dare to say that your magic is exhausted?"

"Why..." Lin Li still looked unhurriedly: "Why can't I use my magic power..."

"Don't come here with Lao Tzu. Others don't know you. Lao Tzu doesn't know you yet?" Lin Li looked half-dead. Medellin couldn't help but want to kick it over: "Damn it. Monsters like you should be pulled into the slaughterhouse. You run out of magic. You run out of fart. Last time you dealt with the three-eyed blood wolf in the Nightmare Mountains. Why don’t you run out of magic power. Why don’t you run out of magic power in Shadow Valley. *You run out of magic power when you start with Laozi. Is there such a coincidence?"

"This..." Lin Li scratched his head. Shamelessly replied: "People always have bad luck. I have bad luck this time. Can't you consume magic power too quickly?"

"..." Medellin almost spit out blood. Mana consumption is also divided into luck or not. Is this your theory?

"Forget it. I won't talk nonsense with you." Medellin said. If better than the ability to tell lies with eyes open. I can't keep up with this kid by shooting a horse. It's not that I can't say it. The point is that he is not as thick as he is. This kid is totally shameless. Just open your mouth. Regardless of rationality at all.

"You honestly speak yourself. Why let me!"

"When did I let you..."

"Damn. Do you dare to admit it?" Medellin went into flames. People like him who are already at the peak of his career. In fact, the outcome has long been bearish. Winning is certainly worth the joy. It's no big deal to lose. Even if it loses in front of the entire guild. It was just an embarrassment. What to do after the embarrassment.

What really made him angry is. I actually rely on the opponent to release water intentionally. Only to win this seemingly severely disparity in strength battle. Thought of this. Medellin was annoyed to vomit blood. This kid is slapped naked. It's not good when to run out of magic power. It happened to be exhausted when the hand of flame was about to fall. This is not telling yourself plainly: "Old guy. Don't be too happy. Lao Tzu, this is for you."

Damn it. This is simply unbearable and unbearable!

Moreover. Others don't know his details. Don’t you know?

Since this kid came to Orana. He has always served as his trial teacher. From the very beginning, the Shadow Demon. The three-eyed blood wolf after arriving. I have paid attention to these two battles. From beginning to end. It didn't appear that this kid had any problems with magic.

In those two battles. This kid behaved like a perpetual motion machine with unlimited magic power. One by one magic opened his mouth. I have never seen him worry about magic. At any time. All give people a sense of magic. Even Medellin has some doubts. Is this kid carrying the potion to restore magic power?

Today’s battle is exciting. But I really want to talk about the intensity. But it is far worse than it was on the Nightmare Mountains. When the three met three-eyed blood wolves. You know that there are hundreds of three-eyed blood wolves. A man who can kill all ten magically is soft. What's more, there is a lofty king of wolves ~ IndoMTL.com~ who has not exhausted his magic power in that situation. How could it run out just now?

"Okay, okay..." Lin Li saw that Medellin was really hot. Don't dare to continue talking nonsense. Just nodded. Somewhat vaguely responded: "I do have a little magic power..."

As for how much this point is. Lin Li didn't explain it. For him anyway. One point and many points. In fact, they all mean infinite.

Although I guessed the truth a long time ago. But at this time I heard Lin Li admit it himself. Medellin was still pale in anger. The roar from his mouth. Almost the entire magic guild’s roof was lifted up: "Damn. You tell me honestly. Why do you want to release the water. Do you think I am not worthy of being your opponent?"

Medellin’s words are already a bit serious. Lin Li did not dare to neglect. Quickly shook his head and denied: "No, no, no. Don't get me wrong. The reason why I kept my hand at the last moment. It has nothing to do with you."

"Why is that?"

Lin Li looked at the twelve wizard eyes above his head: "Because I want to lie."