All magicians, what's wrong with liking Versailles?

In the secret realm.

Ji Huan's unique way of traveling surprised many people along the way.

"Who is this? He came to take the test in a magic car, and he has a slave with him..."

Before the man could finish his words, someone next to him covered his mouth.

"Shh... If you don't want to live, don't take us with you. Do you know who those people are?"

“Who on earth is the person in this magic car…” How could he have the princes and princesses of the royal family following him?

Everyone was talking about it, but they only dared to speak carefully.

The pink and white magic car was moving forward slowly and steadily. Of course, this slowness was relative to the car.

Sometimes, how can these two-legged ones compare with the four-legged ones?

Before they knew it, Beishan Eli and his companions were either using magic or fighting spirit.

It’s just a pity for Becky and Bai Shengsheng, one is an alchemist and the other is a blacksmith, they can only run behind miserably.

Ji Huan: It's really pitiful~

Ningge Eli waved the magic wand in his hand and cast a sprint spell on himself.

"She has a level 7 magic shield in her hand. Even if all of us are eliminated, she won't be eliminated."

The real princess Ningge Eli felt that Ji Huan had a serious illness - princess syndrome!

He has no ability but is pretentious, and he always shows off in a sarcastic way whenever he speaks.

If it weren't for the support of the head of the Elton family and Duke Anna behind him, this person would have disappeared from the world long ago.

"The more this is the case, the more we must make friends with them. Duke Anna and Patriarch Elton value her more than we thought."

At the beginning, Beishan Eli just thought that since the head of the Elton family and the Duke of Anna cared about this person, they would protect two points during the assessment for their sake.

The premise is that this person is honest and will not drag them down.

They didn't care who this person was, and they didn't take Ji Huan seriously either.

But everything that happened later made Beishan Eli gradually pay attention to Ji Huan.

Diwu Yao, who was usually unusually silent, suddenly spoke up: "Very interesting, isn't it?"

"It's quite interesting. I've never seen such a person..." Ben Burdolan paused, then chuckled and said, "A person who likes to show off like this."

Ningge Eli looked at the two of them with a strange look in her eyes: How could she not know that these two had such a weird hobby as liking to listen to others brag?

Ji Huan, who was sitting in the magic car, pricked up her ears, wanting to listen to what these people were talking about.

Unfortunately, I couldn't hear anything.

[Fanfan, what are those people talking about?] She had reason to suspect that she was the protagonist of their conversation.

Fanfan, who had just finished upgrading, replied in a sweet voice: [Family, I don’t have a sharp hearing. ]

Ji Huan: [Aren’t you a system? ]

Fanfan: [Yes! ]

Ji Huan: [Don’t all systems have this ability? ]

Fanfan: [False advertising, you have been deceived, host.]

Ji Huan: ...Instead of making me believe that I was cheated, it’s better to make me believe that you are a little loser!

"roar~"

After a deafening tiger roar, the fourth-level fire tiger fell to the ground.

When Ji Huan and his group arrived, they saw a black-haired young man standing on the huge monster.

The sword in the boy's hand pierced deeply into the Flame Tiger's head.

Silence, deathly silence.

The black-haired boy struggled to pull the sword out of the Fire Tiger's head, and everyone realized that it was just an ordinary iron sword.

When everyone was shocked, the black-haired boy did not try to dig out the magic crystal in the Fire Tiger's mind first, but jumped off the Fire Tiger and walked to the Fire Tiger's forelimbs.

There, there is a token tied!

When the black-haired boy was about to take the token, a huge fireball attacked him.

The black-haired boy could only take a few steps back to avoid the fireball.

In the blink of an eye, the token was in another hand.

"It's actually the token of the Warrior Academy." The person who got the token frowned and gave the token to the person behind him.

"Zhang Gong, you are a warrior, this token is for you."

The man named Zhang Gong took the token with joy, "Thank you, Captain."

The black-haired boy looked at this scene with dark eyes, and a hoarse voice rang out, "That's mine."

Henry raised his chin, and his arrogant eyes swept across the black-haired boy, "Zhang Gong, take out the magic crystal, and as for this magic beast, you can divide it up."

A fourth-level magical beast, apart from the magic crystal, nothing else is worth his attention.

The black-haired boy's eyes became even darker, "I killed the monster."

There was no ups and downs in the sound, the boy was just stating a fact.

"Where did you come from, beggar? So what if you killed the monster?" Henry looked at him with contempt.

"You took my things." The black-haired boy lowered his head, his long black hair covering his eyes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Hearing this, Henry couldn't hold back his laughter any longer.

"Your stuff? Is there any rule in the examination rules that does not allow candidates to fight for tokens and magic beasts? You say that the things we got through our own strength are yours?"

If this person had some status or background, Henry would have been cautious and would not have robbed him. However, it was ridiculous for a little beggar among the common people to say that the things belonged to him.

The black-haired boy tightened his grip on the sword and took two steps forward.

Henry narrowed his eyes, waved the magic wand in his hand, and a huge fireball hit the boy in front of his eyes.

"You want to take the things back? Just because of you?"

That fireball was a warning to the boy. If possible, Henry didn't want to confront the boy.

The ruthlessness with which the young man killed the monster really scared a lot of people.

There is a proverb that goes: The soft fears the hard, the hard fears the tough, the tough fears the stupid, and the stupid fears the desperate.

With an iron sword and one person, he killed a level 4 monster. This young man was exactly the one who was willing to risk his life.

The black-haired boy blinked. Killing the fourth-level monster had exhausted all the fighting spirit in his body.

There were five people on the opposite side, two of whom were magicians, and he really couldn't beat them.

He was alone, with no teammates and no friends.

The boy stopped and encouraged Henry's arrogance, "Beggars should stay where beggars should stay. You actually want to enter the Imperial Magic Academy. You are overestimating your own abilities."

Ji Huan supported her chin with her right hand. Although there was a smile on her face, there was a coldness in the depths of her eyes.

[Fanfan, tell me, why do I dislike what this person said? ]

Fanfan didn't know why, but he always felt a little cold, so he shrank back and said, "Host, actually, other people don't like what you say either."

Ji Huan: This system is no longer useful, let’s break up with him!

Fanfan suggested: [How about you, host, also say something he doesn't like to hear? It's a matter of reciprocity. ]

Ji Huan: [……]

Very good, the system understands the word reciprocity.