Chapter: 372
"Among the three major steps of refining the crystal, the most difficult step is the first step of refining the soul. Since my cousin can successfully refine it, most of the success is basically achieved. As long as there are no mistakes, the test is basically smooth. Passed." Ouyang Yatao also showed a smile on his handsome face.
Cang Mu next to him had a look of doubt on his face. On the remote stone platform, Zhuo Wen was still refining the core with his eyes closed. It stands to reason that with Zhuo Wen's mental strength, he should have already finished refining it. Yes, it's just that the current situation makes Cangmu quite puzzled.
Ouyang Xishui breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Zhuo Wen again with her beautiful eyes, and found that Zhuo Wen was still refining the core with her eyes closed, her cherry lips curled slightly, and said with a sneer: "It doesn't seem to be a big deal, until now Zhuowen's spiritual talent is average if he didn't refine it successfully! Wait a moment and see how he makes a fool of himself if he fails in refining his soul!"
Woohoo!
At this moment, a deafening roar of a huge beast suddenly exploded on the ground, and then the whole hall trembled. Ouyang Xishuiyu's hand trembled slightly. In such a shock, the soul of the blood lion and tiger in the palm of her hand was almost shaken off. .
"What's going on?" Ouyang Xishui narrowed her eyes and looked back involuntarily, because she could feel that the shock just now came from behind.
On the stone platform where Fang Zhuowen was at the rear, a phantom of a huge blood liger suddenly appeared tens of meters away. This blood liger was ten times the size of a normal blood liger, and the aura in its body was also terrifying. There are many, but the strangest thing is that this blood liger has a blood horn standing upright in front of its forehead, which looks quite different.
"This is... the soul of a blood lion and tiger? How is it possible, how can the soul of a blood lion and tiger be so powerful?" Ouyang Xishui's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and she could feel that the blood lion and tiger's soul in front of her was stronger than the soul she refined It is many times stronger, and standing in front of this phantom, she has the urge to tremble a little bit.
"No, it turned out to be a mutated blood liger? Who put the mutated blood liger's core on the stone platform?" The old man in white robe saw the huge blood liger phantom on the stone platform, and his eyes suddenly sank. down.
The mutated blood liger is also a kind of blood liger, but due to the mutation, its strength is far stronger than the general blood liger. It is said that the strength of the mutated blood liger is basically above the second-level beast.
Everyone in the hall changed color one after another, apparently hearing the words of the old man in white robe, all eyes were on the soul of the mutated blood liger gathered on the stone platform in a remote corner.
"Cang Mu! Your disciple is so unlucky that he picked the core of the mutant blood liger! An arcanist without second-grade spiritual power cannot refine the soul of the mutant blood liger at all. It seems Zhuowen's test is doomed to fail this time."
A trace of astonishment flashed across Xuan Ling's face, but then gloating appeared on his face, his eyes squinted at Cang Mu beside him, but he found that the old god Cang Mu was there, and he didn't look worried at all.
"Why doesn't this old guy look worried at all? Does he think that Zhuo Wen can refine the soul of this mutated blood liger?" After seeing the calmness on Cang Mu's face, Xuan Ling became puzzled.
On the stone platform, other students also stopped their movements and stared at Zhuo Wen on the stone platform in a remote corner. They were a little curious about how the young man in front of him would deal with the soul of the mutated blood liger.
"What an unlucky guy, you can even get the core of the mutated liger!" Ouyang Xishui also regained her composure, with a gloating smile on her pretty face. Obviously she also thought that Zhuo Wen would be mutated by this mutation next time. The soul of the blood lion and tiger was devoured.
The old man in white robe stared at the soul of the mutated blood lion and tiger, his eyes flickering, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face. Originally, he wanted to step forward to help, but he also knew that an arcanist cannot be manipulated in the process of refining the soul. Those who disturb, if they are disturbed, their mental power will inevitably be severely damaged.
It was precisely because of such concerns that the old man in white robe didn't dare to make a move at all, shaking his head, the old man smiled bitterly: "This little guy is really unlucky, the meta-core of the mutant blood liger, which is unique in a million, will let him meet Come on, I'm afraid this little guy has come for nothing in this assessment."
Just when everyone shook their heads with pity on their faces, Zhuo Wen suddenly opened his closed eyes, and a gleam of light shot out from his eyes.
"Hmph! Even though you are a bit special and have the strength of a second-level beast, you still can't escape my palm!"
With a cold snort, a wave of mental power surged out of his niwan palace, turned into a huge palm of mental power, and crushed towards the roaring blood lion tiger soul.
"This mental power...has reached the second grade?" This spiritual power is like a tide, permeating the entire hall. The white-robed old man who was shaking his head helplessly was the first to react, his old face shook, and he looked at that in disbelief. A huge palm made of spiritual power in mid-air.
Woohoo!
The soul of the blood lion tiger looked up to the sky and wailed, as if feeling the strength of Zhuo Wen's mental power, the soles of its feet slammed into the void, trying to escape.
"Want to escape? It's not that easy." Zhuo Wen focused his eyes, stepped lightly on the soles of his feet, and the lightning flashed suddenly, and he instantly came to the soul of the blood lion and tiger, and then he pressed his palm fiercely, and the palm of his huge mental power slammed Ranked above the soul of the blood liger.
Boom!
The huge blood lion tiger soul, tens of meters high, fell like a shooting star in the center of the hall under the tremendous force of the spiritual power palm, and unexpectedly smashed the hall out of a deep hole abruptly, causing other people who were close to cough dryly endlessly.
Woohoo!
A mournful sob sounded softly, and the soul of the blood lion and tiger in the deep pit got up again, lying on the ground and begging for mercy, as if it had been scared by Zhuo Wen.
"It's such a cheap bone. You can't give in as soon as possible. You have to suffer some flesh and blood before you are willing to give in." Falling back to the ground, Zhuo Wen swung his right hand, and the soul of the blood lion and tiger in the deep pit obediently became the size of a palm, Enter Zhuowen's palm.
After taking the blood lion tiger's soul as if nothing had happened, Zhuo Wen frowned and glanced at the dazed old man in white robe not far away, and said flatly: "There is no rule in the assessment that destroying the venue is not allowed?"
The old man in white robe took a deep look at Zhuo Wen, but suddenly smiled and said: "Of course there is no rule. If the old man's prediction is correct, the little friend's mental strength should have reached the second rank, and he can subdue the mutated blood." The soul of a liger, if you think about it, your mental strength is at least a second-rank master, even a second-rank arcanist would have difficulty subduing this mutated blood liger."
As soon as the white-robed old man said this, the hall suddenly became extremely quiet. Everyone looked at the young man in the middle in disbelief. He's a genius, but the young man in front of him has the spiritual power of a second-grade master, this level of aptitude is a bit monstrous!
No one dared to doubt the judgment of the white-robed old man, because the white-robed old man was the only fourth-rank Arcanist in the hall, and he was also the vice-chairman of the Arcane Arts Guild. He held a pivotal position in both the Arcane Arts Guild and Broken Rock City.
Hearing this, Ouyang Xishui was immediately taken aback. The young man whom she had despised just now actually possessed the mental strength of a second-rank master. Isn't that his strength is about to catch up with her cousin Ouyang Yatao? Besides, Zhuo Wen is younger than her...
Looking at the soul of the blood lion and tiger with weak aura in the palm of his hand, and looking at the soul of the one-horned blood lion and tiger in the palm of Zhuo Wen with an astonishing aura, Ouyang Xishui suddenly felt how ridiculous his comparison just now was. You didn't pay attention to her from the beginning!
There was a self-deprecating look on her pretty face, and Ouyang Xishui suddenly felt a little less interested.
Xuan Ling stiffened his hands, turned his head stiffly and looked at the smiling Cang Mu beside him, and said in a dry voice: "Cang Mu! You are really good at hiding, your disciple's mental strength has already reached the second rank Yes, you still said it was normal..."
"I can't help it! I'm going to keep a low profile. Naturally, I won't brag about how powerful my disciple is. I'm not that thick-skinned." Cang Mu's face is full of cheerfulness at this time. After all, Zhuo Wen is his disciple, and Zhuo Wen is showing off , his face as a master naturally shines.
Besides, what he is most proud of is that the second-rank spiritual power is not the limit of Zhuowen, because Zhuo Wen's real spiritual power has reached the level of third-rank. If Cang Mu tells this fact now, I don't know how many people in this hall will Jaws dropped! JrNovels.com
Cang Mu next to him had a look of doubt on his face. On the remote stone platform, Zhuo Wen was still refining the core with his eyes closed. It stands to reason that with Zhuo Wen's mental strength, he should have already finished refining it. Yes, it's just that the current situation makes Cangmu quite puzzled.
Ouyang Xishui breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Zhuo Wen again with her beautiful eyes, and found that Zhuo Wen was still refining the core with her eyes closed, her cherry lips curled slightly, and said with a sneer: "It doesn't seem to be a big deal, until now Zhuowen's spiritual talent is average if he didn't refine it successfully! Wait a moment and see how he makes a fool of himself if he fails in refining his soul!"
Woohoo!
At this moment, a deafening roar of a huge beast suddenly exploded on the ground, and then the whole hall trembled. Ouyang Xishuiyu's hand trembled slightly. In such a shock, the soul of the blood lion and tiger in the palm of her hand was almost shaken off. .
"What's going on?" Ouyang Xishui narrowed her eyes and looked back involuntarily, because she could feel that the shock just now came from behind.
On the stone platform where Fang Zhuowen was at the rear, a phantom of a huge blood liger suddenly appeared tens of meters away. This blood liger was ten times the size of a normal blood liger, and the aura in its body was also terrifying. There are many, but the strangest thing is that this blood liger has a blood horn standing upright in front of its forehead, which looks quite different.
"This is... the soul of a blood lion and tiger? How is it possible, how can the soul of a blood lion and tiger be so powerful?" Ouyang Xishui's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and she could feel that the blood lion and tiger's soul in front of her was stronger than the soul she refined It is many times stronger, and standing in front of this phantom, she has the urge to tremble a little bit.
"No, it turned out to be a mutated blood liger? Who put the mutated blood liger's core on the stone platform?" The old man in white robe saw the huge blood liger phantom on the stone platform, and his eyes suddenly sank. down.
The mutated blood liger is also a kind of blood liger, but due to the mutation, its strength is far stronger than the general blood liger. It is said that the strength of the mutated blood liger is basically above the second-level beast.
Everyone in the hall changed color one after another, apparently hearing the words of the old man in white robe, all eyes were on the soul of the mutated blood liger gathered on the stone platform in a remote corner.
"Cang Mu! Your disciple is so unlucky that he picked the core of the mutant blood liger! An arcanist without second-grade spiritual power cannot refine the soul of the mutant blood liger at all. It seems Zhuowen's test is doomed to fail this time."
A trace of astonishment flashed across Xuan Ling's face, but then gloating appeared on his face, his eyes squinted at Cang Mu beside him, but he found that the old god Cang Mu was there, and he didn't look worried at all.
"Why doesn't this old guy look worried at all? Does he think that Zhuo Wen can refine the soul of this mutated blood liger?" After seeing the calmness on Cang Mu's face, Xuan Ling became puzzled.
On the stone platform, other students also stopped their movements and stared at Zhuo Wen on the stone platform in a remote corner. They were a little curious about how the young man in front of him would deal with the soul of the mutated blood liger.
"What an unlucky guy, you can even get the core of the mutated liger!" Ouyang Xishui also regained her composure, with a gloating smile on her pretty face. Obviously she also thought that Zhuo Wen would be mutated by this mutation next time. The soul of the blood lion and tiger was devoured.
The old man in white robe stared at the soul of the mutated blood lion and tiger, his eyes flickering, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face. Originally, he wanted to step forward to help, but he also knew that an arcanist cannot be manipulated in the process of refining the soul. Those who disturb, if they are disturbed, their mental power will inevitably be severely damaged.
It was precisely because of such concerns that the old man in white robe didn't dare to make a move at all, shaking his head, the old man smiled bitterly: "This little guy is really unlucky, the meta-core of the mutant blood liger, which is unique in a million, will let him meet Come on, I'm afraid this little guy has come for nothing in this assessment."
Just when everyone shook their heads with pity on their faces, Zhuo Wen suddenly opened his closed eyes, and a gleam of light shot out from his eyes.
"Hmph! Even though you are a bit special and have the strength of a second-level beast, you still can't escape my palm!"
With a cold snort, a wave of mental power surged out of his niwan palace, turned into a huge palm of mental power, and crushed towards the roaring blood lion tiger soul.
"This mental power...has reached the second grade?" This spiritual power is like a tide, permeating the entire hall. The white-robed old man who was shaking his head helplessly was the first to react, his old face shook, and he looked at that in disbelief. A huge palm made of spiritual power in mid-air.
Woohoo!
The soul of the blood lion tiger looked up to the sky and wailed, as if feeling the strength of Zhuo Wen's mental power, the soles of its feet slammed into the void, trying to escape.
"Want to escape? It's not that easy." Zhuo Wen focused his eyes, stepped lightly on the soles of his feet, and the lightning flashed suddenly, and he instantly came to the soul of the blood lion and tiger, and then he pressed his palm fiercely, and the palm of his huge mental power slammed Ranked above the soul of the blood liger.
Boom!
The huge blood lion tiger soul, tens of meters high, fell like a shooting star in the center of the hall under the tremendous force of the spiritual power palm, and unexpectedly smashed the hall out of a deep hole abruptly, causing other people who were close to cough dryly endlessly.
Woohoo!
A mournful sob sounded softly, and the soul of the blood lion and tiger in the deep pit got up again, lying on the ground and begging for mercy, as if it had been scared by Zhuo Wen.
"It's such a cheap bone. You can't give in as soon as possible. You have to suffer some flesh and blood before you are willing to give in." Falling back to the ground, Zhuo Wen swung his right hand, and the soul of the blood lion and tiger in the deep pit obediently became the size of a palm, Enter Zhuowen's palm.
After taking the blood lion tiger's soul as if nothing had happened, Zhuo Wen frowned and glanced at the dazed old man in white robe not far away, and said flatly: "There is no rule in the assessment that destroying the venue is not allowed?"
The old man in white robe took a deep look at Zhuo Wen, but suddenly smiled and said: "Of course there is no rule. If the old man's prediction is correct, the little friend's mental strength should have reached the second rank, and he can subdue the mutated blood." The soul of a liger, if you think about it, your mental strength is at least a second-rank master, even a second-rank arcanist would have difficulty subduing this mutated blood liger."
As soon as the white-robed old man said this, the hall suddenly became extremely quiet. Everyone looked at the young man in the middle in disbelief. He's a genius, but the young man in front of him has the spiritual power of a second-grade master, this level of aptitude is a bit monstrous!
No one dared to doubt the judgment of the white-robed old man, because the white-robed old man was the only fourth-rank Arcanist in the hall, and he was also the vice-chairman of the Arcane Arts Guild. He held a pivotal position in both the Arcane Arts Guild and Broken Rock City.
Hearing this, Ouyang Xishui was immediately taken aback. The young man whom she had despised just now actually possessed the mental strength of a second-rank master. Isn't that his strength is about to catch up with her cousin Ouyang Yatao? Besides, Zhuo Wen is younger than her...
Looking at the soul of the blood lion and tiger with weak aura in the palm of his hand, and looking at the soul of the one-horned blood lion and tiger in the palm of Zhuo Wen with an astonishing aura, Ouyang Xishui suddenly felt how ridiculous his comparison just now was. You didn't pay attention to her from the beginning!
There was a self-deprecating look on her pretty face, and Ouyang Xishui suddenly felt a little less interested.
Xuan Ling stiffened his hands, turned his head stiffly and looked at the smiling Cang Mu beside him, and said in a dry voice: "Cang Mu! You are really good at hiding, your disciple's mental strength has already reached the second rank Yes, you still said it was normal..."
"I can't help it! I'm going to keep a low profile. Naturally, I won't brag about how powerful my disciple is. I'm not that thick-skinned." Cang Mu's face is full of cheerfulness at this time. After all, Zhuo Wen is his disciple, and Zhuo Wen is showing off , his face as a master naturally shines.
Besides, what he is most proud of is that the second-rank spiritual power is not the limit of Zhuowen, because Zhuo Wen's real spiritual power has reached the level of third-rank. If Cang Mu tells this fact now, I don't know how many people in this hall will Jaws dropped! JrNovels.com
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