With a light sound of "swish!", the ore cracked in half from it, and it hit the floor with a clang, making a heavy impact. The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror!

Wutong widened her eyes and looked at the two ores with tongue out!

The "magic performance" of the Dean is not just that. The fire line on his fingers "hissed" was extinguished by a water droplet that suddenly condensed. Then the water droplet gradually deformed on his fingertips and also turned into a slender water line!

The waterline was on his fingers, like a thin-clawed octopus' tentacle, bent and coiled flexibly, and even automatically woven into a complex bow, which dispersed in the blink of an eye, rolled up half of the ore on the ground like a living tentacle, and shook it around like a rope!

The waterline was long and short, and the ore was swung around like a meteor hammer. Then the waterline suddenly loosened and the ore fell to the ground again, but at this time the waterline suddenly condensed and turned into a thin piece of ice. With a "click", the ore of the plate was divided into two again, becoming two smaller individuals!

Under Wutong's stunned gaze, the ice melted again and condensed into a small water droplet on Zemur's fingertips. Then the face of the small water droplets gradually changed, forming a faint emerald green, and exuded a slight sour smell.

The old mage waved his hand and half of the ore jumped into his hand from the ground. The emerald green water droplets suddenly wrapped around his index finger. He held the ore in one hand and wrote words on the smooth section of the ore cut with the other.

The old mage threw the ore with a secret character written on it in his hand with a smile. Suddenly, with a blink of an eye, the emerald green water droplets suddenly let out a "woo~" roar, and a "pop" shot the hard ore into a round, small hole as big as a fingertip.

"Do you understand?" The old man handed over the ore he had ruined to Wutong.

Wutong looked around with the ore stupidly, but Old Man Zemu had already sat back on his chair, comfortably picked up a cup of black tea that was placed on the table at some point and took a sip, but frowned again, stirred it in the teacup with his fingers, and put it in his mouth and sucked it with a "pop".

The black tea in the cup was already boiling. The old man blew the hot fog, as if he thought the black tea was too hot, and he rubbed his two fingers as if he was sprinkling salt into the tea cup. The ice powder continued to fall into the cup, and soon fell to the most appropriate temperature. He began to enjoy the black tea while smiling at the sycamore that seemed to be in deep thought with the ore.

After a while, Wutong's dull eyes regained their vitality, and they also tried to condense flames, water droplets, and ice particles on their fingers. Although they were far less skillful than the old mage's, they looked a little bit. Moreover, Wutong even tried to condense five water droplets on his five fingers, trying hard to control them and rotate on their fingertips.

But unfortunately, perhaps because of insufficient control, the water droplets quickly dissipated three, leaving only two, and almost fell from his fingertips. Wutong had to settle for the second best and no longer pursued the effect shown by the old mage. Five water droplets covered his five fingers, and then suddenly condensed into five ice finger condoms!

The old mage's eyes lit up, but he didn't say anything. The old Mike next to him looked admiring, because Wutong's five ice fingers had stretched out about half an inch long ice, which made his fingers look like the claws of a wild beast!

The dean nodded with satisfaction. Just as he was about to speak, Wutong's short claws suddenly shattered, and then a water droplet condensed on his fingertips again. The old mage stopped his words for the time being and looked at what Wutong was going to do, but his eyes became more and more surprised, because, Wutong's fingertips condensed water droplets, flames, a small ball of rotating wind whirlpools, a jumping electric flower, and even a ball of invisible traces appeared on his little fingers, but a slight trembling sound appeared!

This made the dean and the youngest assistant shocked him. He exchanged a surprised look, but said nothing. At this time, the five Authentic forms on Wutong's hand suddenly lost control, and a violent explosion occurred, disappearing.

"very nice!"

Before Wutong was about to try again, the old mage interrupted Wutong who was interested: "But you obviously didn't think about why this happened. But don't worry, you have time to think slowly! Recalling what I said just now, and in addition, I have to assign you a homework and study your "Detailed Spells" carefully. When you come back to hand in the inauguration task, I will take the exam!"

The old man's words pulled Wutong back from his thoughts, opened his mouth, and was interrupted by the old man before he could speak: "Don't ask me! Think for yourself!" He almost choked Wutong to death.

After a pause, Dean Zemur nodded: "Well, I can give you some tips, 'Don't believe what you see, don't believe others; don't try to limit your own ideas, don't try to control your head; don't be afraid of doubt, don't be afraid to try; don't be satisfied, don't think you have done well enough... Use your imagination well. Know why I am just an old man who only knows a few useless spells, but can become the dean of the Vinern Academy, why I am a useless general wizard, but I am called the Arcane Defender, Master of Word Spirit], Great Prophet, Control of Arcane Control, Dream Shaper], Teacher of the Dead, Void Pursuer"

The old man seemed to be boasting, showing off his long list of titles proudly, but gave Wutong a deep question mark. However, this seemingly simple question made Wutong unable to understand it in a short period of time and was still in a mess, and he was driven out of the dean's office.

After standing outside the office door for several minutes, Wutong blinked her eyes, realized something, snorted, hurriedly left Vinante College, and hurriedly watched the dean and the assistant professor who were hiding in the office and smiling.

Old Mike couldn't help complaining: "Your Excellency Dean, you will teach him these things now. This poor child probably has to think so stupid recently. That's what only the teacher level can get, right?"

The old man Zemur shrugged irresponsibly: "I didn't expect him to really understand. I just gave him a direction to think about it. Haven't you noticed it? The talent this child has is really jealous. Maybe we should arrange for him to test the source of his blood after he comes back."

Old Mike was shocked: "What are you going to do? It is not a good thing to let him find the root of his bloodline so early, right?"

"What can I do? If I don't take the initiative first, the old guys in the Arcanix Academy will be ready to move. This little guy is really too troublesome and the noise is too big. Now several major families, royal families, and the Austral Parliament have begun to notice him. Falling into these forces too early will be detrimental to his growth."

His Excellency Zemur complained: "I don't believe you didn't notice just now. This little guy actually put one of the suits of Dawn Saints] on his body and swinging, and he probably didn't notice at all. Are he a magnet that has resonance and Ao Neng B dead on his body? How come these old antiques that have disappeared for thousands of years have come to him one by one? Calculate, how many of them are there? There are several troubles he has been in, and even I don't know much about it. If he doesn't let him grow up as soon as possible, maybe my only disciple I like in recent hundreds of years will die! "

Old Mike was speechless: "There is no need to deliberately arrange him to the wilderness of crying] to die, right? He still has the strong breath of the Seven Star of Night..."

The old man shrugged irresponsibly: "If he can't even resist this level, what's the relationship between a little early death or a little late death!?"

“...You are so cruel and ruthless!”

"Thank you for the compliment!"

"...Okay, you won!"

"Don't worry! This little guy's ability to 'diggle' and cause trouble made me feel jealous and surprised."

"Can I think you're deliberately framed this poor little guy?"

"I am educating him... the eagle cannot fly into the sky without breaking its wings!"

"Although that's the case, you don't have to push him off the cliff when he was still an egg, right?"

"Well..."

When Wutong returned to "Secret Shop" in a daze, no one else came back yet. Xiao Ba, who was under Lin Linling, had already prepared a large amount of food and supplies for him, all of which were prepared for the group of barbarians. Wutong originally planned to directly use his and Xiaoxiao's two super backpacks, plus the bottomless pit-like package trap.

However, considering that I was going to explore the goblin tribe this time and also going to the supposedly extremely dangerous Whispering wilderness, I had to stuff the super backpack and parcel traps with various possible supplies. I don’t know how long it will take to complete this task, so I have to prepare for a long-term war of resistance.

While his companions had not returned and there was still time, Wutong took out the "Detailed Spells" that Dean Zemuer ordered him to study again, and planned to seize the time to study some of the things that had just come to his mind.
Chapter completed!