Most of the dangerous people are magicians, and there are very few warriors. Generally, there is only one team, which also highlights the Feng Shengmo of the Northern Continent.

Yang Zheng was wearing ordinary clothes and only had the bone dagger on his waist. He didn't attract attention when he entered the bounty union.

The reward tasks are marked on the wall of the hall on the north side. The words written with special magic liquid are not only divided into colors according to the level. They are also durable. The white characters indicate simple tasks and fewer bounties. The tasks are blue, red, and purple. It is becoming more and more difficult, and the bounty is becoming more and more abundant.

White can usually be done in the city, such as looking for lost rings or buying some ordinary items.

The blue ones began to have difficulty, escorting the caravan and looking for some difficult things, such as crystal cores of various elements, but these still did not challenge Yang Zheng, so he skipped and didn't look.

When we arrived at the red task column, the difficulty of the task could no longer be achieved by personal ability. Basically, the formed bounty hunter team is looking for teammates from other professions: seeking warriors to explore the ogre cave together, seeking senior priests to dig the tomb of the undead spirits together, seeking a team of senior alchemists to go to the Black Wind Mountain Ground Spirit Cave together, hire a senior bounty team to cross the Green Blood Swamp, etc.

Yang Zheng has no goals for the time being.

The eyes swept to the purple taskbar.

With a look, there were very few tasks marked in the purple column, only three or two tasks were sparse.

Among them is the Ashes Desert. This level of mission is no longer about the ability to complete the land by manpower alone. It requires the right time, place and strength, and the most important thing is luck.

All those who can complete such tasks are famous heroes all over the world.

Just go deep into the Ashes Desert, except for the Byron Warriors who traveled through the Desert, there is no record of the descendants being able to walk out of the Ashes Desert. Of course, it is not that there is no, the mysterious Black Magic Tower Arbitrator and Yang Zheng have traveled through the Ashes Desert, but they all hid this fact for some reasons.

There is also a orange color on the purple.

That represents the ultimate difficult task, but now it is empty, and it is obvious that this level of task only exists in imagination.

He stayed in the Bounty Union for a whole morning. He tried to take a task to find the earth element crystal core. This was a mission issued by a senior alchemist named Triman of the Magic Alchemist, but Yang Zheng was immediately told that any bounty hunter who took the task must first register a hunter code. In addition to the registration fee for three silver coins, he must have at least one professional title, junior warrior, junior alchemist, everything is good.

Yang Zheng thought about it and asked about where the Magic Alchemist Union was going, where was the place where the magic professional title was evaluated.

The Magic Alchemist Union is not far from the Bounty Union, and it is just a street away. The White Magic Tower is very conspicuous. It is one of the landmark buildings in the city. Yang Zheng easily asked to find the Magic Alchemist Union. As soon as he entered, two waiters in primary robes stopped him. After asking about his intentions, he was taken to a gray horizon building west of the union.

There were many people standing in the crowd, standing in different areas.

On the left is the identification of the primary mage. In the middle is the identification of the intermediate mage, on the far right is the identification of the advanced mage. Tolando's magic union can only identify these three levels. In addition to the great magician above, the level of the holy magician can only be identified in the capitals of major countries.

Yang Zheng could only start with the lowest level appraisal, and he came to the appraisal area of ​​the left-headed primary mage.

There were teenage girls around him, and even some children under the age of ten. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes and had very good backgrounds, either nobles or merchants. This is because magicians are a very expensive profession. It is difficult for civilians to achieve success in the field of magic without financial support. Once they grow up, they can make money but lose the best time to learn magic. These people without magic are called "muggles" by the mages. As soon as Yang Zheng entered the primary mage identification area, they immediately caused a small commotion, and bursts of chuckles came from the crowd. The young girls were more or less disdainful, and someone faintly mocked "Another Muggle came"!

Because Yang Zheng looks at least twenty-five years old, he is still here to identify the junior mage. It can only be said that his qualifications are really poor. Moreover, wearing mahjong, he is obviously a civilian, and not a Muggle, so what if he is not a Muggle.

Faced with the mocking and contemptuous eyes of these children, Yang Zheng didn't feel anything. He stood quietly in the team.

The identification of a junior mage is a very simple thing. As long as you can use more than three low-level magic, it can be done, such as lighting, small fireball, water production, etc. The identification of a junior mage is also accompanied by the identification of a junior alchemist. This is a bit more difficult. The junior alchemist needs to identify a whole material technique and need to complete several quite troublesome experiments.

Therefore, most teenagers who identify primary mages only complete mage identification, and those who can complete two identifications at the same time are already geniuses.

Many people gave up the troublesome alchemist identification, so the team was not moving slowly. It was Yang Zheng's turn after about half an hour.

At this time, Yang Zheng was hit from behind. A very fat young master squeezed him away and came to the appraisal mage and shouted, "Get out of Muggles, get out of the appraisal, and give me an appraisal first."

Seven or eight dandy boys were accompanied by the Fat Young Master, wearing uniforms and members of the Turando Magic School.

Yang Zheng frowned slightly, and looked at the appraiser who was pleased by the fat young master and a group of teenagers behind him. However, he is now self-cultivated and has no personality as sharp as before, and it is meaningless to care about these children, so he simply doesn't say anything.

The fat man trembled with a fat hand and completed a small fireball. He was about to use a lighting technique, but he didn't expect that he didn't come out after a long time, and he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

"Master Phil, don't worry, take your time." The appraisal mage held Phil's fat hand. At this time, the puff was lit, and a ball of light appeared from the palm of the fat hand. The appraisal mage laughed: "Look. Isn't this done?"

Phil shook his fat face and started to laugh.

However, Yang Zheng could clearly see that the light ball was clearly used by the appraiser, but this was cheating openly. He felt funny in his heart and said nothing.

Fatty Phil completed the identification of the junior magician, and seemed to know his own strength and did not ask for the identification of primary alchemy. Yang Zheng was about to step forward. He was pushed away by a young master who came with Phil and said viciously: "Stinky Muggle, get out of here, haven't you seen the young master yet?"

Yang Zheng's face finally sank.

His current mind is naturally calm and introverted, but he doesn't just let a few little kids ride on his head.

Seeing the young master squeezed into the appraisal mage, he was trying hard to hold his face red from the palm of his hand

A small flame.

Yang Zheng grinned and touched it from his pocket. He picked a piece of rice grain size from a small red ball, twisted his fingers and gently flicked it, and the identification area was filled with people. Where could he notice this subtle action? The small red dot, the size of rice grain, bounced directly onto the small flame.

boom

The fire light came up like a fire dragon.

Wow, a series of screams came out. The fire just flashed in a flash. The circle of young masters around the appraisal table turned into black pig heads. He was covering his face and jumping, his hair was still burning.

The appraisal mage also affected the fish. Fortunately, he was quick-witted and only burned a piece of his clothes. Seeing the miserable situation of several young masters, he quickly put a water gathering technique, and several large basins of cold water went down to extinguish the fire on the heads of several young masters.

The movement here has long attracted the attention of the entire appraisal hall.

Several priests rushed over and relieved the injuries of several young masters with the healing light, and then took them down to bandage them.

This kind of injury is very common for mages, and it is normal for magic to lose control. People just think it is a small accident, and with the mentality of watching the fun, they did not expect that it would be a small lesson given by someone who is interested.

Without a few miscellaneous fish, Yang Zheng quickly passed the appraisal. Not only did he complete the appraisal of the junior mage, but also passed the appraisal of the junior alchemist, and obtained the white mugwort badge and the white clover badge.

Change into the internship robe given by the union. Hang the white mugwort badge and the white clover badge on the chest, and cover the hair with the cap. Yang Zheng looked no different from the ordinary mages on the road at this moment. The feeling of mixing into the crowd made Yang Zheng very much like it.

Now he is used to restrain his sharpness and hides in the ordinary crowd. Only then can he truly breathe freely without being noticed.

He gave up identifying the intermediate mage. With the identity of a magician, he could enter other areas of the magic union. He was walking around. The magic union was so big that even Yang Zheng was a little dizzy. At this time, another door appeared in front of him, and a noisy sound came. Yang Zheng was about to find someone to ask for directions, but trotted into the door. His eyes suddenly became clear. There was a seven- or eight-acre square, green grass, white tiled walls, and white marble sculpture standing in the center of the square. The fountain was spraying around the sculpture, and white pigeons fell into the square, as if entering a fairy tale world.

Groups of people wearing gray or white mage robes sit on the grass, stand by the fountain, or walk in groups of three or three.

A color called concentration is seen on their faces.

Yang Zheng stepped into the lawn and walked on the soft green grass. He felt very good. He didn't expect that there was such a good place in the Magic Union.

This is a pure world with a simple and satisfying happiness.

Yang Zheng, wearing a junior mage robe, walked along the way, and people smiled and nodded, and the air was filled with a tranquil fragrance.

In such a pleasant atmosphere, Yang Zheng was a little lost for a moment.

"Hey, this classmate, it's you. Don't look at others, you're talking about."

Yang Zheng looked around in confusion, then pointed at himself with his finger: "Are you calling me?"

Not far from Yang Zheng left, a female mage with glasses was holding a thick stack of books about one meter high and one stack of books. She walked very carefully, and half of her head poked out from the left side of the book, her voice was anxious.

"It's you, you're so old, why don't you come here to help."

The female mage was shaking and almost fell down. Yang Zheng quickly jogged up and helped him hold the book he was about to fall. Unexpectedly, the female mage pushed the stack of books that was more than one meter thick into Yang Zheng's hands.

The female mage let go of her hands, took off her glasses, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the sleeves of the wide earth robe, rubbed her sore arms, and complained: "Professor Triman is really, so I'm so full of books, let me be a female assistant teacher. Classmate, you can work harder, follow me."

The female mage walked forward on her own, swallowing the words that Yang Zheng had already spitted into her throat.

Helping others is the foundation of happiness. With Yang Zheng's cultivation, he wouldn't care about these things. He just smiled at himself. There are so many people in this square, why did he call him? Because he is taller and stronger, he can't figure out the situation at all, what kind of classmates or professors? Is this a school?

As the female mage walked out of the square and bypassed a small flower bed, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if they suddenly entered another world.

However, Yang Zheng, who had already studied magic in a very in-depth manner, felt a faint magical aura in the air. This place must have been soundproofed by magic.

Walking into a gray brick building covered with ivy on the wall, the building looked a bit old. When Yang Zheng went in, a cool smell immediately penetrated into his skin. Walking through the long corridor and going up the second floor, the female mage stopped and pushed open a black door.

Yang Zheng turned his head and looked in from the side of the stack of books. There was a very large room inside.

There were more than a dozen young people in the room. They were wearing blue robes and respectfully surrounded an old monk with white hair. They watched him sort bottles of liquid of various colors and poured them into test tubes. There were balances, beakers, silver spoons and other things on the table.

Yang Zheng recognized that this should be a laboratory at a glance.

The female mage walked in and waved to Yang Zheng.

"Come in, don't stand stupidly."

Yang Zheng said oh, walked into the laboratory. At this time, the old mage and the young people around the test table all turned around and greeted the female mage.

When Yang Zheng heard them call the female mage "Teacher Catherine". The old mage pushed the small glasses on his nose. In the slight reflection of the lens, the old mage spoke: "Catherine, you are back, huh, why did you bring a junior student here? The school rules are not allowed to enter the advanced alchemy teaching building."

Catherine seemed to be very familiar with the old master and complained directly: "Teleman, you asked me to get the information, but how could you know there would be so many things? I couldn't carry it alone, so I had to ask this classmate to help. Oh, let's not talk about it anymore, classmate, come here quickly and put the information here."

Listening to Catherine's greeting, Yang Zheng placed the large stack of books on another table. Only then could he truly observe the laboratory and the carefree teacher Catherine in front of him.

She had a curly flax-colored hair draped over her shoulders, with smooth and soft hair, and delicate facial features. A pair of gold-framed glasses were worn on her small nose, making her look full of bookishness. This is Teacher Catherine, but thinking about her carefree style just now, Yang Zheng had not been able to overlap the two different impressions.

Catherine walked aside and picked up two cups, sprinkled some powder into the cup, shook it gently, muttering two clouds of mist

The cup was formed, and then two more cups of water were added to your hand.

While drinking, she handed another glass of water to Yang Zheng, and was slightly stunned and said, "Classmate, thank you for your hard work."

"You're welcome." Yang Zheng took the glass of water.

The more Katherine looked at her, the more she felt strange, and she asked, "Classmate, why haven't I seen you, a junior mage? Are you a new student? It shouldn't be, you look quite old."

Yang Zheng coughed, Katherine was speaking too directly.

Yang Zheng's skin is darker, and the maturity between his eyebrows is definitely not something that can be pretended.

"Me," Yang Zheng thought about it and said, "I am not a student here. I would like to ask, where is this?"

"Ah!" Catherine almost jumped up, and the more than a dozen people in the laboratory also set their eyes here. Professor Triman coughed a few times and said in an old voice: "Catherine, I'm still in class, don't be surprised or something."

"But, but this guy." Catherine suddenly remembered, reached out and grabbed a magic wand as thin as a finger on the table, aiming it at Yang Zheng: "Don't move, I'll ask you, who are you? Why are you mixed in the school?"

Yang Zheng shook his hand helplessly: "My name is Edward. As for this place, it seems that you brought me in."
To be continued...