Lord of the Yellow River

Chapter 18
Grade eight?

14 years old, eighth-level fighter?

For a moment, there was silence, and the drop of a needle could be heard.

"Guru~!"

Everyone couldn't help swallowing, completely frightened.

A 14-year-old eighth-level fighter, he is the first in 4 years!
Scott and others were completely dumbfounded, it was crazy!
This guy is simply not human!

After a while, everyone came back to their senses.

Scott opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything in the end, turned around and left, and walked to the third floor.

Wasser, Eco, and the bewildered Minard also turned around speechlessly and headed to the third floor.

Seeing this, Lan Feng smiled proudly and shook his head.

Looking at Lin Wei, Lan Feng smiled and said, "Dragon Blood Warrior? Lin Wei, I hope you don't fall for the blood glory of the great four ultimate warriors!"

"To be honest, I am looking forward to the moment when you can become a god."

"If in the future, you can aspire to the top of the god level, you are truly qualified to have the great Azure Dragon bloodline!"

"Okay, that's all for now, work hard."

"Don't learn from me. In order to grow rapidly, I have lost too much!" Lan Feng shook his head slightly sadly, turned around, and walked to the third floor.

"Guru~!"

Lin Wei, John, Paul, Merck and the others were greatly shocked, and there was a kind of horror and trembling in their hearts.

14 years old, earth element and water element, dual-element seventh-level magician, eighth-level fighter!

Any one of them is hard to achieve, let alone the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts!

Merck was silent.

Paul was dumbfounded.

John opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Lin Wei was completely shocked. It turns out that the geniuses in the world are so amazing!
Dragon Blood Warrior?

Qinglong bloodline?
He seems to know a lot about our four ultimate fighters.

Who is he?

At this moment, Lin Wei saw a fog.

Such a genius, can I surpass him?

Lin Wei asked himself in his heart.

third floor,

Minar was the first to recover, and he ordered a large table of delicacies with a smile, and all of them were worth more than a hundred gold coins, which made him grinning from ear to ear.

Lan Feng ate the secret dragon meat with great relish.

The three of Scott were a bit tasteless.

Minard glanced at the proud and arrogant Scott, Wasser and Eco, a flash of contempt flashed in his heart, and he wanted to compare with my cousin, are you worthy?
Minar smiled and chopped up large pieces of meat, and his hands were idle.

Lan Feng didn't care, and let him eat.

Looking at the three of Scott, Lan Feng said in relief: "What, are you scared?"

"Hoo~!"

"nonsense!"

"A 14-year-old eighth-level fighter! Since the founding of our Hansen Empire, you are the first! Even before the Hansen Empire, there was no such thing!" Scott said with emotion.

"That's right. A 14-year-old seventh-level magician is already amazing! What's more, a 14-year-old eighth-level fighter! Spread the word, this is the rhythm of the sky!" Vassell was still in shock.

"Lan Feng, you shouldn't have told us!" Aike said bitterly, "If you didn't tell us, we still have motivation. Now, the gap is too big!"

Scott agreed: "It is estimated that in a few years, you will be able to step into the ninth-level fighter and eighth-level magician; and we are only at the seventh level!"

Wasser sighed: "Don't worry, I will warn the four of them and not let them spread the word."

Lan Feng nodded: "Okay, no more talking, let's eat."

Immediately, the three of them turned their grief and indignation into appetite, and they began to eat in big mouthfuls.

The next day, early in the morning.

Lan Feng and others found a tutor for the graduation assessment.

However, to Lan Feng's surprise, the dean of Swanson School of Magic came, as well as many eighth-level and ninth-level tutors, and even a red-robed deacon from the Holy See of Light.

The dean looked at Lan Feng with a smile, and exclaimed: "Lan Feng Dresser? Haha, you are beyond compare! 14 years old, seventh-level dual-line magician, eighth-level fighter! It's amazing!"

The red-robed deacon also said: "Hearing about this, the Pope immediately sent me here to invite you to join our Bright Holy See. However, depending on the situation, our Bright Holy See has very few opportunities."

There is no way, there are three princes from the Hansen Empire, the Buisi Empire, and the Hamilton Empire. They represent three god-level powerhouses, and the Holy See of Light cannot compete with the three god-level powerhouses.

The dean nodded and said: "The Dreiser family, in the past 3 years, there have been three god-level powerhouses, and naturally they have attracted the attention of all major forces."

"It's a pity that in the past ten thousand years, the Dreiser family has gradually declined. But I never thought that you will rise up suddenly, break the historical record in one fell swoop, and become the number one genius in more than 3 years!"

"In particular, you entered the Karas Mountains at the age of ten. After four years, not only did you not fall, but you made great progress all the way. It is really amazing."

"However, we still want to confirm. I hope you can understand." The dean's discussion tone, there is no way, eighth-level fighters, such a strong man, even a magician at the peak of the ninth level, has to be taken seriously.

What's more, this is not an ordinary eighth-level warrior, but a legendary Yellow River warrior with the blood of the Yellow River, which is rare in ten thousand years!
Lan Feng nodded: "Okay."

Lan Feng stretched out his right hand, with his index finger and middle finger forming a sword finger side by side, and tapped lightly——

"Om~!"

The khaki-colored earth-type magic elements swarmed in, and a low growl sounded, and a huge khaki-colored giant wolf slowly appeared in front of everyone, letting out a ferocious roar.

"Earth howling wolf?"

"Eight-level earth magic, earth howling wolf?"

"Without chanting the magic spell, I reached into my hands and released the eighth-level magic - Howling Wolf?"

"Hi~!"

"He is not a seventh-level magician, he is an eighth-level magician!"

"A level eight magician!"

"My god!"

"A 14-year-old eighth-level dual-line magician, eighth-level fighter!"

"How come? You, weren't you a seventh-level magician yesterday, why are you an eighth-level magician now?"

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded, including Scott and the others. They also did not expect this scene at all.

14 years old, eighth-level dual-line magician, eighth-level fighter!

hiss~!

can not imagine!

What the hell, he really has something to hide!
Scott and the others lost their temper completely, and they all stared at Lan Feng in horror. Is this something people do?
Even the well-informed dean was stunned by the shock, eighth, eighth, eighth!
He was trembling, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He trembled inexplicably, "Level eight? Lan Feng, you, how can you be an eighth-level dual-element magician?"

Everyone stared at Lan Feng with piercing eyes, and they also wanted to know.

Lan Feng shrugged, and said helplessly: "Last night, I accidentally broke through that small layer of mask, and broke through logically, stepping into the eighth-level magician."

Everyone: "."

Accidentally?
Hehe, do you think we will believe it?

What the hell, it's so inhuman!
The dean said bitterly: "I thought that a 14-year-old seventh-level magician is already amazing, but I never thought that you have broken through to eighth level! Besides, you haven't chanted magic spells yet, how did you do it?"

The red-robed deacon was also dumbfounded, thinking that he is a genius, but there is no need to scare people like this, right?

Not to mention other tutors, they have lost their language skills.

Lan Feng smiled and said: "It's very simple, just a simple use of elements."

Simple use of elements?
The dean and the red-robed deacon shrank their pupils, right?
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
It is impossible for him to have reached that realm!
Impossible!

That's something that only the strongest in the sanctuary can do. He's only level eight, level eight!

The red-robed deacon completely extinguished his inner desire to win over. This is no longer something that a small bright Holy See can recruit. Only three god-level powerhouses have the qualifications.

The dean took a deep breath, today's shock was too great, and he couldn't control himself for a while.He said bitterly: "Well, Mr. Lan Feng, congratulations, you have graduated from our Swanson School of Magic and Magic with the unique and unprecedented achievement of an eighth-level dual-line magician! This is an honor for our school! Thank you very much!"

The dean understood very well that if Lan Feng didn't want to reveal his identity as an eighth-level magician, he only needed to reveal his seventh-level magician identity.He is adding an epic legend and glory to Swanson School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!
This kindness is too great!

Therefore, the dean looked at Lan Feng with eyes full of admiration.

Lan Feng smiled and said, "Thank you, it's my honor too!"

The dean stepped forward and personally handed over the graduation certificate of Swanson School of Magic and Magic to Lan Feng with both hands. This is his own glory, and he guesses that this is the only time in his life!

Lan Feng took the diploma and said with a smile, "Thank you."

The dean nodded, turned his gaze to Scott and the others, and said with a smile, "Scott, we all know why you are here. Here, here are your diplomas."

Scott and the others grimaced and received the graduation certificate issued by the dean himself. Instead of feeling flattered, they felt a little desolate.

Blame Lan Feng!
It's him, it's him, it's him who stole the glory of all of us!

Unfortunately, we can't beat it.

Scott and others could only choose to smile wryly and endure silently.

Ever since, the news of Lan Feng's graduation, like a ten-level whirlwind, crazily spread to the entire Hansen Continent. In an instant, the entire Hansen Continent was shaken.

(End of this chapter)