Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

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 afternoon sun was shining brightly, but the atmosphere in the Fengyuan was not very lively. Unknowingly, he had already reached the 300th place. Looking at the petite girl who floated onto the stage in a flash, Bai Mo blinked, feeling a little tired from standing.

However, finally someone with the style 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 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.