Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Chapter 129 Fengpan Fengpan is still Fengpan!

Old Man Bao's words shocked Mo Fan, and Lingling also took out the Hunter Master Certificate in time to further increase the shock.

When Mo Fan came to his senses, a figure pushed the door open and entered.

Bai Mo stepped into the big fighting hall of Fengyuan on the main campus. At this time, the place was already overcrowded.

On the first day of challenge week, everyone's attention is here, wanting to see who is challenging everyone on the wind list at once.

However, when Bai Mo stood completely on the battlefield, some of the freshmen showed expressions that were not surprising, while many others were surprised.

"He's the challenger? He's not bad looking."

"It's just a silver wax gun tip. It doesn't look very powerful. I guess he's just another ignorant fool trying to show off."

"I know him. He is quite famous in Qing Campus."

"What's the use of being famous? Who wasn't already a famous figure in the Qing Campus?"

"Why is there a ball of wind on his shoulders?"

Bai Mo looked at the wind department director, Bei Feng, who was hosting this challenge competition. Show a polite smile,

"Teacher, you can start."

"Okay, No. 1,000, Tangshan!" Bei Feng said simply. He knew Bai Mo. He glanced at the colleagues around him who were also watching the fun, and called out the name of the last person on the wind list.

Tangshan is a boy with an ordinary face and the tone of an old-timer when he first comes out.

"Boy, arrogance requires strength. I've seen you like this too many times. Remember my name and keep practicing for a few years!"

As he spoke, wisps of wind began to gather around him, and cyan star trails connected in an orderly manner.

This man's behavior was a little strange. Bai Mo ignored it, raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned.

When he put down his hand, the whole person had disappeared, leaving a pale white wind flowing in place. When he reappeared, he had already appeared next to Tangshan.

A pale white dagger, neither long nor short, was held by Bai Mo and gently pressed against Tangshan's neck. On the dagger, which was made entirely of wind breath, the air was torn apart with dangerous and deadly aura.

If you advance one more point, you can directly cut off this Tangshan's neck.

"Bai Mo wins!"

It wasn't until Bei Feng's voice announcing Bai Mo's victory that Tang Shan gradually came back to his senses. His face suddenly turned pale, he glanced at Bai Mo with fearful eyes, and silently walked off the stage.

At this time, the audience was also agitated.

"I'm going, so quickly, can you see clearly?"

"No, this is too handsome!"

"It seems he is taking the assassin route."

"Am I the only one who noticed that his wind is not ordinary wind?"

Ai Tutu sat in the front row. She and Mu Nujiao sat together. Because they came early, they grabbed a good seat.

"Wow, Sister Mu, Bai Mo is so powerful. We are also wind elements, so we should be able to do the same!"

"Our star path drawing speed is not as fast as his, and our movements are not as concealed as his. This requires a high degree of wind control." Mu Nujiao analyzed seriously.

"Next, Dong Fan!"

The director of the Feng Department was a relatively gentle teacher. He did not criticize the students in his college for being defeated by Bai Mo from outside. Instead, he looked at Bai Mo with appreciation.

Don't look at it like it's just a matter of driving the wind rail to move to Tangshan, but you must know that setting up the wind rail also requires gathering wind elements.

It was obvious that Bai Mo gathered the wind elements in an instant and connected them into a wind track, without even Tangshan, who was also a wind element, aware of it.

Dong Fan lost quickly and in the same way as Tangshan.

He had paid great attention to feeling the flow of wind around him and the gathering of wind elements, and even used the wind rail to make himself move in the first place.

However, his wind was not as fast as Bai Mo's. As soon as he took the first step, he was forced to stop. Because a wind breath dagger was pressed against his neck.

"No. 998, Li Hua!"

"No. 886, Xu Kun!"

"No. 666, Xia Yuhe"

"500th"

Yu Feng walked into the competition arena. As the 500th ranked player, he was very confident in his own strength. Before and after five hundred, it can be said to be the watershed in the strength of the wind list.

"Bai Mo, I admit that you have some strength, but this is the end of your journey! Those rubbish that are not even at the third level of the intermediate level can't compare with mages like us who have deep intermediate level three cultivation."

"Let's get started." Bai Mo said to the teacher, ignoring Yu Feng's meaning.

The competition begins.

Bai Mo immediately turned into the breeze, and Ling Yu also stepped into the wind track in the next moment. Bai Mo was not surprised at all, stared at Ling Yu with sharp eyes, and took a step to catch up to Ling Yu.

"Do you think I can't see you as clearly as those idiots?" Ling Yu sneered, and a fiery red color rose in his hands.

A ball of fire hit Bai Mo beside him.

boom!

The flames bloomed, and the flames danced in a large area.

However, everyone only saw the faint white airflow surrounding Bai Mo, like a circle of wind silk. When the flames flew, they were all caught up and annihilated in less than a second.

Yu Feng only felt that the wind on Bai Mo's body became more fierce, and then his vision blurred. When he saw clearly again, Bai Mo's wind blade was already pressed against his throat.

"This" he muttered with his lips, but in the end said nothing and walked straight away.

"Can't anyone force him to use an intermediate magic?" Someone shouted in anger.

"His wind element cultivation level is not low. He was just playing around before, but now he is getting more serious." Xiao Jiu, fifth on the wind list, said with a serious face.

"After three hundred people, those who have no spiritual seeds and are not good at controlling magic will not cause any trouble to them."

"Three hundred, Yang Qing!"

The 300th player was quickly hit by Bai Mo. Looking at the petite girl who floated onto the ring in the blink of an eye, Bai Mo blinked.

Finally, someone with the demeanor of a master has arrived.

"Bai Mo, right? I'm here to teach you." Yang Qing didn't talk nonsense, and the battle started directly.

Facing Bai Mo's floating figure, Yang Qing did not step into the wind track to avoid Bai Mo's assassination like those before.

She could keep up with Bai Mo's speed, and saw a hand with an arm guard blocking the front of Bai Mo's wind blade, blocking the wind blade.

Then her eyes suddenly turned purple, and a string of thunder snakes sprang up directly from her arm, and the thunder snakes smelled the enemy's breath.

He quickly swam towards Bai Mo.

Bai Mo's figure flickered and retreated.

Thunder seals hit the air. "Your assassin skills are too bad." A voice appeared in the ear, and Yang Qing's figure appeared behind Bai Mo, with a restless thunder in her hand.

"I don't like being an assassin." Bai Mo chuckled softly, leaving a swirling cloud to be struck by thunder. He appeared next to Yang Qing and handed over the wind blade in his hand again.

However, Yang Qing seems to be a mage who specializes in assassin skills. Her reactions are very sensitive, and although the speed of drawing wind tracks is not as fast as Bai Mo's, it is still very fast.

Bai Mo's wind blade was raised, and her figure had merged into the wind track and disappeared suddenly.

"It's a bit interesting." Bai Mo muttered softly as he stared at the blue wind dissipating in front of his eyes.

He recognized this spiritual wind. It was Bifeng, which was also a good wind type and could greatly increase the user's wind speed.

"Don't be distracted when fighting a beauty." Yang Qing's figure appeared behind Bai Mo at some point, and he still hit Bai Mo with his palm with a ball of purple electric light.

With his current origin spirit wind alone, Bai Mo really couldn't catch up with her. Therefore, Bai Mo is not ready to play the assassin game.

Let the breeze send him out of the place, without giving Yang Qing a chance to leave, and wisps of pale white air flow swirled in place.

"Huhhhhhhhhh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The wind whipped up very fast, and the wind track that Yang Qing had laid in advance was crushed by the sudden turning wind. Without a breath, the gentle breeze that originally revolved around Yang Qing instantly turned into a violent wind.

The high-speed rotating wind wall is a sealed hard iron barrel, trapping Yang Qing inside. The tornado covering 20 meters snakes into the sky, and the pulling force of the airflow lifts everyone's hair. The roar of the huge wind force filled the entire fighting hall.

Yang Qing stood calmly within the shrinking wind wall. Under her feet, the blue star trails continued to connect, and a whirlwind entangled her.

With the output of magic energy, the whirlwind became bigger and bigger. When the star map was completely formed, a tornado that was a circle smaller than Bai Mo's tornado was forcibly condensed by her.

The wind wall of the tornado expanded, slamming into the shrinking tornado outside.

"Is this still possible?" Bai Mo was a little surprised when he saw that the tornado was tending to dissipate due to the sudden collision of air flows.

"But our winds are different." Shaking his head, Bai Mo mobilized more wind to flow into his tornado, rescuing the tornado that had collapsed due to the impact just now.

"What a strong ability to control the wind attribute!" Teacher Bei Feng's eyes narrowed. This scene seemed simple, but even among the top ten on the wind list, not many people could do it.

The wind wall continued to shrink and would soon pull Yang Qing into the wind wall. At the last moment, the guardian teacher was about to take action, but Bai Mo waved his hand and directly dissipated the wind wall.

Yang Qing glanced at Bai Mo and nodded slightly, "You win."

The next one, 299, is also a student with spiritual wind. His star path drawing speed is faster than Yang Qing. But Bai Mo was no longer willing to do what the assassin mage did again, and the air that had just calmed down in the room was stirred up by him again.

The roaring wind roared again, and under the guidance of Bai Mo, the wind elves surged around, directly fanning the classmate out of the wind track.

The wild wind covered a distance of a hundred meters this time, and all the surrounding wind elements were mobilized by Bai Mo, leaving nothing for the classmate.

So the classmate could only watch helplessly as the wind disk surrounded him, and finally gave in.

In the next battle, Bai Mo raised his hand to be Feng Pan, as if the magic energy would never be exhausted and no one's mid-level magic could be faster than him.

Even if they used wind rails to escape from one wind disk, they found that they would soon fall into the next wind disk.

A wind disk of Bai Mo with the blessing of wind spirit is 100 meters away. The wind element in the air is like his people. As long as he gives an order, it is difficult to be mobilized by those wind students who are also highly cultivated.

Wind disk! Wind disk! Still a wind disk!

In everyone's eyes, there was only the wild blue-white hurricane, and in their ears there was only the roar of the wind.

From 299 to 199, from 199 to 99, no one can block Bai Mo's wind. Even Master Feng, who is good at assassin, no one can touch the corner of Bai Mo's clothes.

If one wind disk is not enough, get another one.

As long as he can't keep up with Bai Mo's magic drawing speed, it will be difficult to draw intermediate magic to fight against Bai Mo's pursuit.

"Will its magic power not be exhausted?"

"What exactly is going on?"

Questions kept coming from the students in the audience. At first they would count how many wind discs Bai Mo had released, but later they were too lazy to count.

"Strange, the earth element energy in this area seems to be a little weaker." A student who was famous on the earth element list suddenly wondered secretly.

An earth teacher in the stands looked at Bai Mo thoughtfully.

"Next, number sixty, Lin Yue."

A boy who looked ordinary and had an ordinary temperament walked up slowly, looked at Bai Mo and said:

"Bai Mo, stop it, you can't control what happens next."

"If there's nothing else, can we start?" Bai Mo asked.

"Ok."

As soon as the teacher's voice started to fall, Lin Yue's figure disappeared on the spot, and a dark red fireball silently appeared beside Bai Mo, burst suddenly, and swept across.

However, his figure did not appear, and was still floating indistinctly, as if he would appear everywhere in the arena at any time.

Bai Mo can see clearly, but cannot lock him. This is a mage who is truly proficient in the art of assassins.

The wind roared, and the swirling air currents blew away the dark red flames that were beating towards the white ink. The blue-white wind map called out a hundred-meter tornado.

But just before the violent airflow was about to form an iron barrel, Lin Yue's figure floated a hundred meters away, narrowly escaping the coverage of the wind disk.

Bai Mo didn't panic, there was a star map formed directly under his feet.

"I'm not one of those guys who are bad at drawing magic." Feng brought Lin Yue's ordinary and bland voice. Bai Mo only saw that the wind element that was completely different from his own wind began to surround him, quickly forming a tornado.

But when the tornado rose, a high-speed rotating wind spread around Bai Mo, calling out a fierce wind dragon that also reached the sky.

null! ! ! !

The two wind dragons collided fiercely. After the violent trembling and roaring, the air flow was like a flood that spread wantonly, rolling in all directions. The wind and waves hit the protective cover, shaking the solid protective cover.

The flames ignited and the fire light shone, and Lin Yue's fist slammed into the open space in front of him.

"Dark Flame - Fierce Fist - Earth Brake!"

The magnificent sound of magic guided the fiery energy pouring into the ground, burning the surface red and surging to Bai Mo's feet.

The raging flame flowers broke through the surface of the earth and turned into evil ghosts to devour the people on the ground.

The soul moved slightly, and a pair of dark silver boots appeared on Bai Mo's feet. While the whole person jumped high, little bits of dust also flew together.

The dust exudes bright yellow starlight, outlining a solid and thick star map.

"Wan Ren!"

The star map shone brightly, and while the fire on the ground surged, bright yellow rocks also condensed and appeared from the star map little by little.

"Rock barrier!"

The rock seemed to be condensing uncomfortably, but it was at the same speed as the flames. The simple and calm breath stirred, and while catching the falling body of the white ink, it finally changed into what it should be.

"Phosphorite!"

I saw a huge and thick stone platform condensed under Bai Mo's feet. The bright yellow stone platform covered a full thirty meters. The fire of the Earth's brake spurted from the ground and rushed up, but it was completely blocked by the solid stone surface.

(End of this chapter)