Chapter 198: Advance

It took a long time...Feleg didn't know how long it had passed, and his body felt full again, and it felt great to have magic again.

"Are you?" After recovering from meditation, the first thing I saw was Maya's somewhat anxious face, standing behind her, followed by Fred.

The first time, this was Ferlig's first meditation, and he didn't notice what was happening around him. All his energy was focused on absorbing elements, just like a hungry man who had been hungry for dozens of days, seeing a big meal. In his eyes, there was only food and no other sight.

"Okay." Feiliang was confused for a moment and was happy. He knew that he had really advanced, not to improve his level, but to directly advance. Ghost sounds can improve his cultivation, and it turns out that way.

There is a huge difference between a magician and a magician. Whether you can become a magician is the best proof of the strength of a magician. A magician, a magician, and a magician are called the three thresholds of a magician.

As long as you have magical talent, it is only a matter of time before you become a high-level magician. Even if your talent is very poor, you may become a high-level magician during your lifetime. People who take the talented magic pill are not listed here.

It is different to be able to become a magician, but it is not difficult. At least half of those with magical talents can cross this threshold.

It is even more difficult for a mage. Only one-fifth of those who can be promoted to this level among the mages, and others have no hope for the rest of their lives.

As for advanced becoming a Dharma Saint, it is even more difficult. It not only requires hard work to practice, but also requires extremely high magical talent and good luck to reach the Dharma Saint level.

The magician is a symbol of the magician, which marks the combat power of the magician and truly enters the strong class. No one dares to underestimate a magician, and the martial saint cannot do it. Even the martial god will regard the magician as a strong opponent.

Although the magician could not defeat the God of Martial Arts at all.

The moment he became a magician, the magic seeds in his body instantly swelled and compressed extremely. It turned out that the magic power that was full of all the body was compressed to the extreme after becoming a magician, so that Ferlig could not feel that there was still magic power in his body. In fact, there was not less magic power at all.

It's just compressed to an almost negligible level.

After sucking up two pieces of elemental crystals in one breath, Ferlign replenished the magic power in his body. This process was extremely slow in his feelings, but in fact it was very fast, only more than an hour.

The speed at which the magician absorbs magic is very terrifying.

"I've advanced." Felleg said as he felt the surging magic in his body.

Maya nodded. She had already felt that since she met Ferge, her combat power had always been above Ferge. Even if he became an intermediate magician, he was still no match for her.

But now it’s different. It’s already difficult for the Martial Saint to defeat the magician, not to mention that Ferlig is not an ordinary magician.

When he was a magician, he could already fight with the Martial Saint. Now, Ferleg only needs a few days to adapt. He is definitely not his opponent.

Maya was happy for Feleg, but she felt a little disappointed. They were of the same age and similar talents, but because they were warriors, they would only get farther and farther away from Feleg and would never keep up with him.

Looking up at the sky, why did God arrange this way? Why are warriors not as good as magicians? Just because there are many warriors?

Ben stretched out his right hand, in the snow-white palm. A bright red bead on the ground of beans was constantly rotating in her palm, and this was the blood bead.

Filig shook his head: "You hold it, this thing is useless to me." The two known holy book recipes do not require blood beads. Blood beads are essential things for the magic scroll with talented magic pills. Filig is also useless.

Ferlig and Fred stood a hundred meters away, and the sound here didn't sound bad. But looking at Fred's appearance, it still seemed that it was not very pleasant.

Improvement of ability does not mean increasing combat power.

The magic that seems to be infinite in the body must be learned to use, and the methods of controlling different amounts of magic are also very different. At the same time, Ferlig can also try to use magic that could not be used before.

It turns out that there is so much difference in magic power between the magician and the magician. No wonder he could not compete with the Martial Saint before.

When he was promoted to the intermediate level of magician, Felleg was once delighted. At that time, he felt that his physical strength had increased a lot, and he could even be described as exponentially increasing.

At that time, Ferleg was very confident and believed that he had the power to fight with the Martial Saint. Even if he could not defeat him, he would not have to lose. Now he realized that it was not the case at all.

Ferlig remembered what Haydn, the wise martial god, said that the gap between the martial god and the martial saint is simply impossible to understand before you become the martial god.

Now Filig feels like this, and this is exactly the difference between the magician and the magician.

With a light wave of his right hand, a large area of ​​snowflakes were emitted in the desert. Thirty meters away from Ferge, the sand was frozen into a ball, and the snowflakes were like a knife, cutting the sand grains. It was also Blizzard magic. Now it is used, it is easy and easy, and the power is very different.

When the magic shadow technique is used, although the distance has not changed, the speed is a little faster. Felleg's figure is always left and right. When it is fast, it is actually connected into pieces to form a phantom.

Maya completed an hour of practice in the Sand Mountains for the second time. Feileg used the magic shadow technique to easily catch the blood beads in the blood river. There were quite strong magic fluctuations in the blood beads, no wonder they could be used to make magic items.

After practicing in Shashan twice, he has already achieved very good results. Feileg didn't know that he was the first person to successfully complete it in one go since the discovery of the function of Shashan.

Maya has been promoted to a level three-level martial saint. At her age, it is absolutely enviable to have such results. However, with Ferleg, it seems more ordinary.

Ben took a lot of time. He persisted for ten minutes for the first time, and the second time was the same. He started the third time and once he slipped down, and he needed to rest for half an hour. It was not until it was completely dark that Ben completed an hour of practice in Shashan.

In fact, this speed is not very slow and is completely acceptable. I had Feregmaya's scores before, and I was very dissatisfied with myself and seemed a little frustrated.

"It's okay, you are an archer, and what you need is different from us." Maya comforted.

After a night off, the three of them kept practicing in the tent, adapting to new abilities, especially Ferig. After practicing magic that only a few magicians could use dozens of times, they could finally be successfully released, but their proficiency still needs to be improved.

The magic control power also seems to be a bit insufficient, after all, there is too much more magic power to control.

The next day, as soon as the day was dawn, I packed up my things and walked downstream along the Blood River. It was called the Eye of the Storm. There was a constant sand and wind all year round, and the Storm lasted forever.

Everyone is wearing two layers of ink armor. This is not to block the flying sand. With the strength of memory metal, only one layer is enough. But in the storm, if there is not enough weight, people will be blown away by the strong wind and must gain weight.

Several people connected with a cable and connected with the battle cavalry under them. They locked them in one place, and their weight increased greatly. No matter how strong the storm was, they could not blow away people.

The Twin Peaks are the kings in the desert. There is a thin layer of flesh on their eyes. When wind and sand come, they can put it down. Through the film, they can see the scenery outside and identify the direction, so that they will not be affected by the storm.

People don’t have such ability, but fortunately, the magician Filigo is here.

It is not easy to ride on a war rider and meditate. Fortunately, Ferlig has tried it many times before. Although the effect of meditation absorbing magic is extremely poor, what Ferlig now needs is not to absorb magic, but through the sensing ability of meditation, even if he closes his eyes, he can feel the scenery outside.

The Blood River is not very long. The lower reaches of the Blood River are only a dozen kilometers away from the departure point. Even in the desert, it only takes one hour to be enough. But in the last few kilometers, the four people walked for six hours.

In the face of violent wind and sand, the speed of the war cavalry also became extremely slow.

In a sandstorm, it is very difficult to find a manhole parallel to the sand, and Filigo cannot figure it out. In the face of such windy and sandy weather, there are any manholes that can make things worse.

Fortunately, the magician in meditation was extremely sensitive, and finally found the mojing after two hours of turning in the spot. This is another wonder in nature.

The diameter of the manhole is at least five meters. There is a rotating wind column around the manhole, which strictly guards the manhole. After the wind and sand around it is blown here, it is immediately swept away by the wind column. The yellow soil on the ground is exposed around the manhole.

In the past month, except in the desert pearl, Ferlig has never seen the land, and there are yellow sand everywhere.

It can already feel its power more than ten meters away from the wind pillar. Feleg held Maya with his left hand and Fred with his right hand, and Maya grabbed Ben. He expressed his meaning through the contact between hands.

In the violent sandstorm, there is no way to open your mouth and speak.

Let Maya and Fred know that they had arrived at the place and were mentally prepared. They hugged Fred and Flegge jumped first. According to the records of the senior magician, the sand well was not deep, about ten meters.

Ordinary people will definitely fall to death, but magicians and warriors will generally not be able to do anything as long as they are prepared.

The ground is in the sand, without yellow sand, and there are piles of dead bones under your feet.

Even in such a place, there will be unfortunate people. The population of the Loulan Empire is not small. It blows here in the storm and falls into a mojing. Without any preparation, the bones of the body are broken and stay here forever.
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