Chapter 258

The white robed old man stared at the soul of the mutated blood lion tiger, his eyes flickered, and his face showed a hesitation. Originally, he wanted to come forward to help, but he also knew that the arcane master could not be disturbed in the process of soul refining. If disturbed, his mental power would be seriously damaged.

With such a layer of concern, the white robed old man didn't dare to make a move at all. He shook his head. The old man said with a bitter smile: "this little guy is really unlucky. He will encounter the yuan core of the mutated blood lion tiger. I'm afraid this little guy is in vain."

Just as the people showed compassion on their faces and shook their heads, Zhuo Wen, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened, and a trace of essence burst out of his eyes.

"Hum! Even if you are special and have the strength of a second-class yuan beast, you still can't escape my palm!"

With a cold hum, a surge of spiritual force like a huge wave burst out of his mud pill palace, turned into a huge spiritual palm, and suddenly rolled away towards the roaring blood lion tiger soul.

"This spiritual power... Has reached the second grade?" this spiritual power is like a tide, which permeates the whole hall. The old man in white robe who had no choice but to shake his head first reacted. His old face shook and looked at the huge palm of the spiritual power in the air.

Ouch!

The soul of the blood lion tiger looked up to the sky and moaned. It seemed to feel the strength of Zhuo Wen's spirit. The soles of his feet stepped on the void and wanted to escape.

"Want to escape? It's not so easy." Zhuo Wen's eyes coagulated, the soles of his feet stepped lightly, and the lightning flashed immediately. He came to the soul of the blood lion tiger in an instant, and then the palm of his hand was pressed fiercely, and his huge mental power palm was ruthlessly lined up on the soul of the blood lion tiger.

Boom!

Dozens of feet of huge blood lion tiger soul, under the great power of the spiritual palm, fell like a meteor in the center of the hall. Unexpectedly, it forcibly smashed the hall into a deep pit, causing others close to cough.

Woo woo!

The pathetic sob sounded gently, and the blood lion and tiger soul in the pit got up again and fell on the ground to beg for mercy. It seemed that Zhuo Wen had been beaten and afraid.

"It's really cheap. You have to give in early. You have to suffer some flesh first before you are willing to give in." when Zhuo Wen fell back to the ground, he waved his right hand, and the blood lion tiger soul in the pit was obediently turned into the size of a palm and entered Zhuo Wen's palm.

As if nothing had happened, after receiving the soul of the blood lion tiger, Zhuo Wen frowned and looked at some stunned white robed elders not far away, and said faintly: "there are no regulations in the assessment, and it is not allowed to destroy the site?"

The white robed old man looked at Zhuo Wen deeply, but suddenly said with a smile: "naturally, there is no rule. If I expected it right, Xiaoyou's mental power should have reached the second grade, and can accept the spirit of the mutant blood lion tiger. I think Xiaoyou's mental power is at least the second grade Dacheng. Even the arcane master of the second grade Xiaocheng is difficult to subdue the mutant blood lion tiger."

As soon as the white robed old man said this, the hall suddenly became very quiet. Everyone looked at the young man in the center. The young man was only sixteen or seven years old. It was a genius to be able to reach the first-class arcane master at such an age, but the young man in front of him had the spiritual power of second-class success. It was a little evil to have such qualifications!

No one dares to doubt the judgment of the white robed old man, because the white robed old man is the only four grade arcane master in the hall and the vice president of the arcane guild. He plays an important role in the arcane guild and Duanyan city.

Ouyang Xishui heard this and was immediately blinded. The young man who had just been despised by himself had the spiritual strength of second grade success. Isn't it that his strength is about to catch up with her cousin Ouyang Yatao? Besides, Zhuo Wen is younger than her

Looking at the weak blood lion tiger soul in the palm of his hand and looking at the amazing one horned blood lion tiger soul in the palm of Zhuo Wen's hand, Ouyang Xishui suddenly felt how ridiculous his heart of comparison was. Maybe Zhuo Wen didn't pay attention to her from the beginning!

A trace of self mockery appeared on his pretty face, and Ouyang Xishui suddenly felt a little depressed.

Xuanling's hands were stiff. He turned his head rigidly and looked at cangmu with a faint smile around him. His voice was dry and said, "cangmu! You really can hide it. Your disciple's spiritual strength has reached the second grade Xiaocheng, and you said it was general..."

"No way! I'll keep a low profile. Naturally, I won't boast about how powerful my disciples are. I'm not so thick skinned." cangmu's face is full of cheerfulness. After all, Zhuo Wen is his disciple. Zhuo Wen is in the limelight, and his master naturally has a bright face.

Moreover, what he is most proud of is that the second grade spiritual power is not the limit of Zhuo Wen, because Zhuo Wen's real spiritual power has reached the level of the third grade. If cangmu tells this fact now, I don't know how many people in the hall will lose their chin!

Hearing cangmu's profound words, Xuanling smiled, but he stopped talking.

At this time, Ouyang Yatao, standing behind Xuanling, was also surprised. He didn't expect Zhuo Wen to be so young. His spiritual strength was only a line worse than him. After all, he was only second grade and perfect.

In the middle of the hall, Zhuo Wen nodded slightly. After a little hesitation, he continued: "if there is nothing, I will continue to assess. After all, I haven't finished refining blood gas crystals."

"Ha ha! No, since you have the spiritual power of the second level, the assessment of this level arcane master is naturally easy for you! Next, you don't have to assess. I'll give you the badge of the second level arcane master directly, and save the time for the assessment of the second level arcane master." the white robed old man smiled brightly.

With that, the old man took a picture of the heaven and earth bag, and a streamer immediately shot out of the bag and flew to Zhuo Wen.

As soon as he stretched out his right hand, Zhuo Wen caught the streamer. When he looked at it, he found that the streamer was a badge engraved with two gold patterns, which was the identity badge of the arcane master.

"This is your badge. With this badge, you can get a unique uniform of an arcane master in the guild!" the old man in white robe smiled at Zhuo Wen, then put his face on his face and shouted to the stunned students in the test site: "don't be dazed one by one. Continue to test. The time for incense is coming."

After looking at Zhuo Wen who had already received the badge, the students who had returned to their senses enviously began to rush to continue refining Yuanjing, while Ouyang Xishui was complex. After looking at Zhuo Wen's back, they also re invested in the refining of blood gas crystal.

"Little brother, how old are you this year? And whose disciple are you, who can teach you such a genius?" the old man in white turned his head again, looked at Zhuo Wen with a smile, and his face was full of appreciation.

"Seventeen years old, as for my master, it's the old man over there who looks a little frustrated!" shrugged, Zhuo Wenyao pointed to master cangmu and said faintly.

"At the age of seventeen, you have reached the second-class arcane master!" the white robed old man listened, and the smile on his face became stronger and stronger. Then he looked at cangmu along Zhuo Wen's fingertips.

"Sure enough, it's cangmu. I said why did the boy suddenly come back to the arcane arts guild? He brought his disciples to test! But I'm afraid he's happy to accept a disciple like you!" the old man in white robe nodded to cangmu not far away and couldn't help laughing.

Zhuo Wen also knew that the white robed old man was the vice president of the arcane guild and had a good relationship with his master cangmu, so Zhuo Wen's attitude was respectful. After a few words of chatting, Zhuo Wen returned to master cangmu again in the strange eyes of Xuanling and Ouyang Yatao.

The time of a incense stick soon passed. During this period, many people on the stone platform still failed and left with a gloomy look.

Finally, only two people passed the test. One of them was Ouyang Xishui and the other was a middle-aged man. Both of them accepted the badge of an arcane master issued by the old man in white robe.

"Master! Cousin!" Ouyang returned to Xuanling with water and glanced at the indifferent Zhuo Wen, his face full of depression.

She was older than Zhuo Wen. Even if Wu Dao was not Zhuo Wen's opponent, her mental strength could not compare with that of the young man in front of her. This made Ouyang Xi Shui's original self-confidence suddenly show signs of collapse.

"Cherish water! You don't have to lose heart. You can be a first-class arcane at this age. You are a genius in the whole broken rock city! As for Zhuo Wen... He has some demons. It's better not to compare!" Xuan lington said helplessly.

Ouyang Xishui felt even more depressed after hearing Xuanling's comforting words. Especially after seeing Zhuo Wen's expression as if nothing had happened, there was always an anger in her heart. Unexpectedly, she couldn't help humming: "Hum! It's no big deal to be a second-class arcane master. We have countless talents in Duanyan city. Someone will always put pressure on you. Now your mental strength is not as good as my cousin."

"Oh! That's what you want to say? Are you finished? If you're finished, I won't accompany you!" Zhuo Wen yawned lazily. Zhuo Wen glanced at Ouyang, who was a little angry. After giving up this sentence, he walked out of the hall.

Zhuo Wen really didn't care about Ouyang Xishui and Ouyang Yatao in front of him. After all, his spiritual strength has reached three grades, and he really didn't pay attention to these two people. Moreover, he heard master cangmu say that several evil geniuses will participate in this arcane ceremony. They are all three grades of arcane masters. That's Zhuo Wen's goal!

"You..." seeing Zhuo Wen's attitude, Ouyang stamped his feet and his pretty face was very red, but he was stunned. After all, he couldn't beat others, and his mental strength was one level worse than others.

At this time, in a corridor behind the hall, two figures stood quietly. One was a middle-aged man with gray temples, and the other was a cold looking woman.

"This little guy's talent is no worse than you! I'm afraid he's a strong opponent at the arcane ceremony!" the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"But it's just a second-class arcane master. I didn't even pay attention to Ouyang Yatao. Would I care about this unknown person?" the woman looked still indifferent. After leaving this sentence, she turned and left the corridor.

The middle-aged man smiled, looked at Zhuo Wen's back, and suddenly said seriously, "I'm afraid this little guy is not simple! If snow is the little girl's carelessness, I'm afraid he will suffer a great loss at the great ceremony of arcane art."