Chapter 1501： magic! (1/2)
oom! With a bang in his head, Zhang Wanlin was shaken to some nerve paralysis, and the familiar feeling came again.
It's another crossing.
Where are you this time?
His fate is involuntary.
”Magic is divided into low-level, intermediate, high-level, ultimate, and forbidden spell.”
The elementary class teacher of the Magic Academy is teaching, ”Of course, there are rare grades of ancient times, which are no longer accessible to us.”
”In terms of attributes, there are wind, fire, water, soil, etc., as well as compound magic above it.
For example, electric magic is a combination of wind and fire; ice magic is a combination of wind and water. ”
”In addition, some types of magic require special identities to learn. For example, holy light magic, you need to be a priest of light and be baptized by the pope to learn.”
The teacher suddenly noticed that in the middle of the class, everyone was listening with gusto, but one boy fell asleep in class.
What a courage! ”Zhang Wanlin!”
She drank, then gathered a small fireball and hit it.
The fireball formed a small explosion on Zhang Wanlin's head. Due to the magical power, it did not cause any real damage, but it was very hot.
Zhang Wanlin woke up in shock, thinking it was on fire, but was seeing everyone looking at him.
How is this going?
He is a professional boxer who has maintained the championship for several years. The last championship battle can be described as a battle of life and death. For him in his thirties, against a young man in his early twenties, in addition to skilled skills, other All aspects are very difficult.
Even so, he won.
He lay on the stage without any regrets, and fell asleep. He didn't want to wake up to this place?
And the faces here are very strange, and they wear weird robes.
Wait—memory revived in his mind.
His body is called Zhang Wanlin. He is a freshman at the PEI Magic Academy. He is currently in the elementary class and he has only turned 18 this year.
In terms of family circumstances, he is not brilliant, but in order for him to go to school and become the best magician, he can go out and throw iron at home.
Magic is the only measure of ability in this world.
A person with strong magic can reach the top of the country. On the contrary, if a person with weak magic or no magic is equivalent to a disability, he is discriminated against.
It seems that I have passed through.
Zhang Wanlin sighed.
The teacher said impatiently from the podium: ”Zhang Wanlin, why are you still in a daze? I ask you, how is the fireball technique you taught before?”
Fireball is the most elementary magic of fire magic, and it is a magic that almost every beginner will choose.
The principle is: use magic to gather the fire elements to form a fireball.
The concentration of the fireball depends on the individual's magic proficiency.
The higher the proficiency, the higher the flame concentration in the fireball, the greater the corresponding power, and vice versa, the smaller.
Generally speaking, it is not a genius, and few people can increase the concentration of fireball in a few months.
Now Zhang Wanlin is the weakest among them. Not to mention increasing the concentration of the fireball, it is very difficult to form.
”Good practice.”
Zhang Wanlin said.
”Take a look at it.”
The teacher demanded.
All the classmates watched, this is the magic they learned a week ago, and now the people with the worst background can condense a small fireball.
Following the memory, Zhang Wanlin stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and muttered a spell silently in his heart. Under the control of his spiritual power, the surrounding elements had subtle changes, showing a splendid red ribbon gathered in his palm, and then formed.
A small flame appears as if it is lit on a small candle.
The 30-odd students in the class were taken aback and roared with laughter.
”What's this? The fireball is still a flame.
It's so ridiculous! ”