Super Dragon Cultivation System

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A hot (hot r) fireball appeared in Clive's hands, and he smashed against Zhang Xing's back without hesitation.

The angry and slightly distorted face was released with the fireball and became less embarrassing, but replaced by cruelty.

"If you don't burn, you have to lie on (bed chu ng) for a month!"

The whole class was taken aback. Master Clive was crazy? Doesn't he know that the college (forbidden jin) stops fighting? Especially in the classroom, releasing any magic may hurt other students.

Violators are subject to severe penalties. The fine is on one hand. They also have to read the review book publicly in front of the teachers and students of the school, and they may even be ordered to drop out of school!

"Zhang Xing is careful behind!"

A classmate yelled in astonishment.

Seeing this scene outside the door, Sorina immediately opened the classroom door and wanted to go to the rescue, but she was 15 or 16 meters away from Zhang Xing, even her junior wizard was powerless!

"Mr. Zhang Xing is lying under the table!"

Sorina kept pressing Zhang Xing anxiously, making a gesture of depression.

Just when Clive sneered, when other students were panicking, and the teacher was anxious, Zhang Xing's face flashed a disdainful expression.

He noticed that the fire magic elements in the air had changed.

But he didn't expect Clive to dare to hit the fireball in the classroom.

According to normal thinking, the two children scolded each other, basically digging out their usual knowledge and scolding them in darkness.

There are too few situations to start a fight without a word.

Where does Zhang Xing know that the noble consciousness developed by these nobles for thousands of years is so fragile, and before using a lot of terms to scold them, the other party collapsed.

Now that you have started, I won't be polite.

"Clive, you ca n’t get home to the first-class fireball practice. It ’s slow, has little power, and the magical elements of fire are not pure. Why have you meditated for so many years?

While talking, Zhang Xing stretched out a small index finger, and an egg-sized fireball was spinning on his fingertips.

All the classmates were stupid, and they didn't see Zhang Xing doing anything.

He didn't even return his head. He just extended his left hand and raised a finger.

Then Clive fired (shot sh) the fireball that came over them, and fell so lightly on their fingers in their eyes.

Clive stunned ((bi) bi).

All the students around me felt very inexplicable. They looked at the fireball with a strange look.

The mentor, Sorina, who had just ran two steps, suddenly stood still.

But she reacted quickly, and hurriedly said, "Zhang Xing, let's go the fireball ..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the fireball suddenly disappear from Zhang Xing's finger, and then heard Clive's scream and jumped from the place.

"Ah! It's on fire, save me!"

At this time, the classmates saw Clive's ((chest xiong) xiong) mouth half-foot-long flame!

Hula, all the students around him left their seats and hid away.

Clive kept tapping on a good silk top with her hands, and she looked like she was crying with panic.

"Quick! Get me water!"

The classmates next to me were stunned. Who would get him water?

"Use books to help him put out the fire!"

A thick book of elementary magic theory snapped, and the Founder smashed into Clive (xiong) xiong, and the flames suddenly weakened a lot.

Zhang Xing came up with a serious idea.

Other students saw that this method was good, so they dropped dozens of books in the past.

"You ... oh ... me, don't use books, I want water!"

Clive ignored his head, slapping the fire and avoiding books.

How could those few students who left books have Zhang Xing's sight, oh no! It should be said that it is more accurate than Zhang Xing's skimming. A book is right in Clive's face, and the sound is crisp and Zhang Xing cannot bear to look straight.

That book is less heavy and weighs five or six pounds, which is equivalent to two bricks!