Chapter 30: Tearing

"Xiao Chen, you are simply incalculable, and you are completely crazy. Do you think this is the place, the small country you came to? Do you think you are the son of a little nobleman who can be superior to others? Tell you, it is useless, it is useless at all. This is Tianxing Academy, not a place where you, a small magic apprentice, can be arrogant. Hurry up and go to Fengji Office to confess your guilt. You still have a little hope, otherwise, no one in the whole continent will save you." Fei Lan roared, completely giving up the elegance of the noble and threatened fiercely.

Xiao Chen stretched out his little finger, scratched his ears, and curled his lips: "You're so noisy."

boom!

Shocked, shocked, confused... are the mood of all the students present.

They had already seen Xiao Chen's fierce side, and beat Rukat to death with a disagreement, but they did not expect that he would be so lawless.

Even when mentor Fei Lan appears, he dares to mock him. Moreover, every move of this person is so domineering and arrogant that he is boundless. The four words that are lightly written can make people angry.

Jeter trembled and patted Xiao Chen on the shoulder, lowered his voice and said anxiously: "You, do you know who you are talking to? Teacher Fei Lan is a Samsung Maverick, don't go crazy."

He knew that Xiao Chen had made a breakthrough and became a formal mage, but he would not think that Xiao Chen could beat Fei Lan, a veteran three-star mage.

"I am so challenged by a garbage, and I will not take down this person and trampled hard. What face do I have to stand here? What face do I have to stay in Tianxing Academy? What face do I have to face! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Under the eyes of many students.

Fei Lan was trembling, her eyes staring at Xiao Chen tightly.

The heart was roaring and hysterical, and the resentment like a sea and a prison burst out. Flashes of magic power fluctuations, and the violent wind element was wandering around Fei Lan's body.

"We'll go away, Mentor Fei Lan is going to get angry."

Students flew out of the classroom in a hurry, but did not leave, and were watching the development of the situation.

Xiao Chen put down the book, restrained his frivolous attitude, stared at Fei Lan, and his tone was still light: "If I were you, it would be better to think clearly before taking action, and don't follow Lukater's footsteps."

What? Following Rukater's footsteps?

What does this mean? I want to beat me like Rukat into a ball of rotten meat and dying.

Haha, hahahaha~~

Fei Lan laughed wildly, but his eyes seemed to be frozen in thousands of miles, extremely cold, and said gloomy: "Just with this sentence, you will never have the chance to speak again in the future. No one in the whole continent can save you. Who do you think you are, a life-and-death thing, I will let you understand the difference between a magic apprentice and a three-star mage, and let you know that an ant is an ant and will never change."

The spell that had been prepared was quickly flowing out of his mouth.

As a Samsung magician who has been advanced for many years, Fei Lan's strength is far from comparable to that of Rukater.

Almost instantly.

A wind blade was condensed by him. He smiled coldly at Xiao Chensen who could not move and pointed his staff sharply: "It's too late for you to kneel down and beg for mercy now. Feng Blade, go."

call out!

A misty green light passed by like a phantom.

Killing Xiang Xiao Chen's arm, Fei Lan was not going to kill Xiao Chen. He wanted to completely destroy him, let him wail in humiliation and despair, and let everyone know the consequences of offending him.

A sneer appeared on Xiao Chen's face. A wind element was flowing around him. When the wind blade was about to cut to him, it was driven by the wind flowing around him and slid over, flew up to the wall behind him, crackling and cracking a crack.

"What." Fei Lan's eyes froze and she blurted out in almost unbelievable ways.

He didn't see clearly how Xiao Chen was avoiding it. Could it be that he was wrong?

at this time.

Xiao Chen also moved. He stood up and raised his footsteps, walking towards Fei Lan step by step. He did not walk fast, but everyone seemed to feel an invisible pressure permeating.

"Wind Blade." Fei Lan condensed the Wind Blade again.

The green light shot towards Xiao Chen, just like the last time. In everyone's eyes, the wind blade once again slid across Xiao Chen strangely, as if he had oil all over his body.

"Wind Blade, Wind Blade!" Fei Lan roared wildly without giving up.

The continuous wind blades tear the air apart.

However, the wind blades could not even be worn out by Xiao Chen's robe. Under the attacks of one wind blades one by one, Xiao Chen happily stepped up the distance with Fei Lan step by step.

"Impossible, it's impossible." Cold sweat began to appear on Fei Lan's forehead.

This transcendent and incredible situation finally made him uneasy and could no longer face the conflict with the mentality of trampling on an ant.

Xiao Chen raised his head and pulled the corner of his mouth strangely.

Fei Lan felt that his dignity was trampled on again, and he yelled wildly: "This time, see if you die, the Fierce Wind Cross Slash!"

Bunches of tyrannical wind elements are gathering.

Fei Lan casts the most lethal magic he can comprehend.

A cross-glazed light that was one meter long appeared in the air.

The huge romantic style made the whole classroom fly. Xiao Chen's hair also swayed in the wind.

All the onlookers yelled when they saw the power of this magic.

"So amazing, this is one-star high-level magic, the Fierce Wind Cross Slash."

"Xiao Chen is dead, he is dead."

"What a pity. I now find that Xiao Chen is actually quite handsome. Unfortunately, he is about to die under the commander Fei Lan." A female student looked at him regretfully.

"Go to die." Fei Lan roared, his robe was thrust, and the huge cross-green light roared sharply, killing Xiao Chen who was close to him.

"You think that the small cross-slash of wind can hurt me."

Xiao Chen also stood still and roared. A tornado vortex suddenly surged across his body, two meters thick, and a huge wind vortex enveloped his body.

In the gray circling wind, the figure standing there seemed to be a god of wind.

Supported with both hands, incredibly domineering and powerful.

"Impossible! What is that? Wind Wool, why is it so powerful?"

"So thick and so big, what kind of strength is this? I am also a wind-type mage. I have never seen such a powerful wind vortex. My father is an intermediate mage and cannot condense such a powerful wind vortex."

"This... this is because my eyes are blind and hallucinations are there?" a student murmured.

"Who can tell me that everything that happened is true or false?" Another student pinched himself.

"Crazy, crazy, I can't understand what happened today."

When everyone was shocked, crazy, and extremely shocked, Xiao Chen had already faced the huge cross with both hands fiercely.

"Little Wind Slash, tear it apart for me."

He yelled, and a strong blue light burst out from his hands. He reached into the center of the cross and ripped it out violently.

Peng!

The violent wind burst outwards, and countless tables and chairs were cut by scattered wind blades.

A huge gap was made in the center of the classroom.

The wind vortex gradually stopped and everyone watched.

Xiao Chen stood firmly on the spot, and the amazing cross slash just now... was torn apart by his hands.

Everyone was so scared that they almost sat on the ground.

Fei Lan's face was even pale, like a dead person.
Chapter completed!