Wei Ye stopped and stood fifteen steps away from the two magicians and clasped his fists: "Mr. Wujiao's disciple Wei Ye, please advise!"

This distance is of particular importance. If you stand close, Xiao Moran, who is good at summoning monsters to assist fist, will be more satisfied. If you stand far, Chen Wumian, who is proficient in ranged magic, will be more happy. Standing at this position, Wei Ye, who has not yet practiced the "Dunjia Tianshu" to achieve integration, will be easier to perform.

Holding a polished short wand tightly, wearing a wizard's sharp-horned hat, Chen Wumian raised his wand in front of him and performed an English wizard duel: "Hogwarts's auditor, Chen Wumian, who passed the wizard qualification level 5 exam," said Chen Wumian.

Beside him, Xiao Moran, who was short jacket, jeans, sneakers, and no matter how he looked, he had nothing to do with the word "magic", gently stroked the disc-shaped handguard on his left arm, which was unknown and covered with Egyptian hieroglyphs, and sent a stack of cards into the card box on the handguard disc like magic. Of course, with a sign-like sneer, he still gave a brief introduction: "The intermediate duel and summoner Xiao Moran. The polite words end here, let's start."

Responding to him was a white light emitted by Chen Wumian: "expelliarmus (remove your weapon)!"

Those who have read the "Harry Potter" novels are definitely familiar with this spell. Whether holding a wand or a pistol in their hands, whether it is a short wand in their hands of a delicate little girl like Ginny or an old umbrella like Hagrid, this spell can easily knock weapons away from the other party. It can be said that it is the most commonly used and effective combat spell in the magic taught by the Hogwarts Magic School.

Unfortunately, the Huang Guandaoist in front of him was not from the Harry Potter world, nor was he a wizard who was extremely dependent on magic wands. While Chen Wumian was chanting the spell, Wei Ye turned sideways, picked up the sword technique with his left hand and stroked it forward. Several red copper arrows in the green bamboo quiver on his waist spontaneously without bows, and shot at the listener of Hogwarts with a sharp whistle breaking through the air.

The white light formed by the spell and a red copper arrow hit hard. With a sound of gold and iron, the red copper arrow was knocked away from the angle by Chen Wumian's spell. With a clang, the entire arrow disappeared into the marble nymph statue decorated on the corridor pillars. However, there were three red copper arrows that were constantly casting, directly taking Chen Wumian's eyes and throat.

Players in the Three Kingdoms Unparalleled World, whether they are the 300-brained Cao Sect, the Big Gun Guild of Yuan Sect, or the simple Xiyuan Army like Cheng Peng, have almost worked hard to get a place in their respective camps, except for the weapons they are good at. However, Cheng Peng did not expect that Wei Ye, who has always been classified as the same type of person as Xu Tu, also had such a ruthless and tricky archery technique.

"If you change to a martial arts master, there are about a dozen ways to deal with this move, but Chen Wumian is a magician after all, and he will never have time to chant the spell."

But he soon felt relieved, because just as Wei Ye's three red copper arrows were approaching Chen Wumian's eyes, a strange wave occurred in his atmosphere. With a "defying" sound, the three red copper arrows had already been shaken away from the direction and were nailed to the walls on both sides of the corridor.

A surprise weapon suddenly appeared, a copper shield blocked it, and the effort failed, and the bronze arrow entered the wall.

In just a moment, the duo of the Red Devils Gallery gained the initiative again, but in this move, all kinds of dangers were no less than the life-and-death showdown between three-star warriors, which made Cheng Peng, who shared his perspective with the magician, summoner, and magician, unable to help but take a bite of mushroom juice.

The bearded magician looked at the heavy bronze armor that suddenly appeared out of thin air like a headache, and his eyes were facing the two balls of phosphorus fire burning in the bronze armor.

With a tsk-tick, Wei Ye took a step back with a wry smile:

"'Tomb Guardian', the Undead Card, with a defense of 2500. After being transformed by you with magic, the attributes of this are not inferior to ordinary two-star defensive warriors. It is really not underestimated."

All he answered was Xiao Moran's sneer, and the two cards he drew.

When the card was started, it was immediately engulfed by the black flames. From Xiao Moran's foothold, there were two blood-red inverted five-pointed star arrays. Two burly figures were slowly standing up from the inverted five-pointed star array.

Obviously, this kind of behavior is more in line with everyone's usual impression of the summoner. Like the trick that Xiao Moran had just revealed in summoning monsters, he suddenly appeared out of thin air. Not to mention that Taoist experts like Wei Ye feel very tricky, even Wang Hu, who has always regarded "offense is defense" as his motto, felt it was difficult to deal with.

The Huer's fighter touched the skipping general who was already watching the spotlight: "How is this move?"

Cheng Peng looked at the late-stage summoner friend in Wei Ye's eyes in the shared video, then pointed to the bunch of ice guns on his back, and shrugged easily: "The ancients said, 'Capture the king first'."

In other words, no matter how unique Xiao Moran's summoning magic was, Cheng Peng would not spend time to crack it seriously. As long as he knocked down Xiao Moran, the summoner, and lost the caster, he would naturally destroy the summoning magic that he was proud of.

It's really direct, very rough, and lacks the answer to combat aesthetics - if Wei Ye heard Cheng Peng's answer, he would definitely complain about him like this. Unfortunately, the poisonous magician was staring at the one-armed swordsman covered with blue-gray corpse spots and the skeleton wrapped in a black burqa and the giant scythe with his hands, shaking his head at Xiao Moran's aesthetic: "The Undead Cards 'Corpse Sword Master' and 'Death Messenger', buddy, the taste is too bad."

With such criticism of the summoner's taste, Wei Ye's hand had already pressed the hilt of the Chihu Sword behind him. At the same time, he pointed the sword technique with his left hand and shouted softly: "Qi!"

Chen Wumian's spell almost at the same time as him: "stupefy (falling down)!"

Three iron talisman arrows broke through the air and formed an arrow flower connected to the arrow in the air, blocking the invisible spell. At this moment, Wei Ye turned his wrist and started the Chihu magic sword, and he picked up the magic trick with his left hand and brushed it on the sword's spine. The eight-character fire-color talisman had already burned on the sword out of thin air.

Necromancers aren't they? Corpse ghosts aren't they? In front of Wei Ye, the most sharp Taiping Dao secret technique, Dongyang Sword Zhu, in the way of killing evil spirits and killing ghosts, it is really not worth laughing at.

After walking sideways, Wei Ye's sword moves, presses the long handle of the giant sickle of the skeleton God of Death, uses his true energy to penetrate the sword body, and slashes forward with his sword against the hilt of the sickle.

Xiao Moran's summoning magic is completely different from ordinary summoning techniques. These strange card monsters are not fairies, necromancers and others who are promoted by the craftsman and are not similar to the so-called Zhangliu God, the Wu Ghost of Huntian or the Shikigami of Yin and Yang Dao, nor are they angels and demon elements that are confined from other planes by magicians through sacrifice rituals and magic circles. They have nothing to do with the druid's natural summoning technique, but are manifested by his own magic power.

The transformed fantasy creature - this summoning magic is very similar to the "inherent barrier" of the advanced spell in the Moon World that is known as "the most profound magic envoy in the Fantasy Country". It seems that it should be Paqiuli, known as the "most profound magic envoy in the Fantasy Country", who has referenced the experiences of the two students. For Wei Ye, his sword that gathers his true qi and magic power is not these fantasy creatures, but Xiao Moran's profound magic power that is powerful enough to condense into monsters.

Using the power of the talisman card, he slowly landed on the air. Wei Ye smiled in a yin and reached out and made a "please" gesture. However, at the moment he stopped, he pinched a magic trick, which increased the firepower of the Sun Palace True Flame Formation a little more.

Even if he didn't look at Xiao Moran's face, which was obviously too overdrawn and turned pale, just looking at this magical refining array that was far more righteous than the magician when he was reliving the undead by thinking about the way to rethink, Cheng Peng knew that Wei Ye had completely gained the upper hand.

However, this Sun Palace True Flame Formation is also a formation for refining evil spirits and ghosts. Xiao Moran’s cards that can turn into various monsters are more like magic props, and he is actually afraid of the true fire refining effect of the Sun Palace True Flame Formation?

As soon as his question was posted, Wei Ye's brief message came from the team channel: "It's time, A Ming, prepare that thing--"

He Ming frowned and whispered: "Don't you hate that spell the most?"

"I hate onions the most, too," the sorcerer replied indifferently, "but you have to season them when cooking."

The conversation about spells and onions ended. He Ming took out a wooden piece from his personal space and quickly spliced ​​the mortise and tenon of the white wood chips with the smell of spices. What was the familiar thing that made Cheng Peng gradually appear between He Ming's fingers.

Cheng Peng and Wang Hu were enthusiastically watching He Ming play with figure assembly, and Wei Ye maliciously introduced magic power to the Sun Palace True Flame Formation one by one. Even with the support of the defensive spell set by Chen Wumian, the gradually rising temperature still had a bit of the taste of a barbecue wizard in the referee.

Xiao Moran flipped through a few cards, but did not release the monster cards in the end. Finally, he pale his face and took out the sheepskin manuscript from his arms. He spread out the book and carefully found the right entry. A spell that even Wei Ye, who claimed to be very accomplished in folklore and mystery, could not understand, emerged from Xiao Moran's mouth.

There are quite a few mages who are looking for spells to recite on the spot, and Wei Ye didn't bother him. After all, fighting is also a good opportunity to increase his knowledge, not to mention that Xiao Moran's magic is indeed a sect.

This time there was no black flame with evil spirits, no inverted five-pointed stars that were related to the black magic, only the breeze was gentle, and a white-robed girl who was as light as a fairy appeared beside Xiao Moran.

"She is the wind fairy, the magician Kreya." She introduced to Wei Ye, and Xiao Moran still had a sneer on her lips, "Unlike the soul of the dead in the monster cards from the ancient Egyptian dark rituals, she is a natural fairy. Your spells targeting ghosts and dark powers can be put away."

With a smile without comment, Wei Ye raised his sword and pointed directly at Xiao Moran, and his burning aura sucked and spitted on the sword like a snake's letter: "Then let me give me advice!"

Unfortunately, before he could put the declaration into practice, a two-meter-high black wooden cabinet descended for no reason, covering the magician who was avoiding it. Beside Xiao Moran, the same black wooden cabinet had opened the cabinet door, and the white-robed wind fairy had already taken the initiative to enter the cabinet and closed the cabinet door. It seemed that he didn't see Xiao Moran commanding countless magic Persian scimitars and stabbing the black wooden cabinet.

This is a magic trap, but I don’t know when Xiao Moran set up a magic trap for the magic warrior, which looks quite like a magic trick that turns into a living person. Chen Wumian was still taking a break from his busy schedule and pulled out a special magic firecracker for the Weasley twins. In the colorful flowers, the magnetic opening remark of a famous young magician sounded at the right time: "The next is the moment to witness the miracle!"

As the last magic Persian scimitar penetrated the black wooden cabinet honestly and unceremoniously, the cabinet that should have been closed by Wei Ye suddenly opened, and the fairy girl in white robe walked out from it slowly - what about the magician?

Chen Wumian and Xiao Moran looked at the cabinet full of Persian scimitars, and their eyes rarely showed a little sympathy.

"Your annoying formation has not yet dispersed, and it seems that you have not been stabbed to death by random knives. But it's boring to hold on. So, surrender." Out of humanity, Chen Wumian said something more to the opponent.

The door of the black wooden cabinet was opened, and the cabinet was blocked by dozens of scimitars, so there was no room for dodging. Even the magician could use the bone shrinkage skill. However, no matter whether Wei Ye could use the bone shrinkage skill or not, there was no trace of him in the cabinet.

"careful!"

Before Chen Wumian could react, he was already thrown to the ground by Xiao Moran. At the same time, the sound of a rapid arrowhead nailing into the bricks and stones came from the wall behind him.

Wei Ye sighed very regretfully.

Looking up, the magician who should have been sealed into the Death Magic Box by Xiao Moran and stabbed the sword to resurrect him was sitting cross-legged in the air, floating up and down very comfortably.

"Why...you...?"

"Ah, why did I come out of this trap?" Wei Ye shaved the annoying preaching smile and shook the three iron talismans in his hand. "The obstacles and unobstructed talismans from the Earth Evil Scroll of "Ruyi Treasure Book", the talismans of the Liberation Net, the Transformation and Descent Talisman, and it is quite useful to break your magic trap. The talismans sold by Wang Qinian, the stingy uncle, are really expensive... No matter what, you must reimburse Lao Gou when you go back."

Speaking such common words without a trace of murderous aura, the magician had already added a foot-long apricot and yellow flag to his hands, and the bright red word "Huangtian" on the flag was even more eye-catching.

"I have seen Hogwarts' spells and Brother Xiao's unique secret summoning technique, then, show me ugly—" As he said so, he had sent a text message on the team channel:

"The sacrifice begins!"

In the Sun Palace True Flame Formation, which was originally shrouded by fire, light golden light without any fireworks slowly emerged from the fire. In the golden light, a phantom of an octagonal altar appeared. With the appearance of this altar, countless noisy voices seemed to be transmitted from a distance into the corridor of the Red Devils Hall.

Those voices carry all kinds of southern and northern accents, but almost all shout the same sentences. They are a slogan that is familiar to people who are familiar with the history of the Three Kingdoms:

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand!"

Cheng Peng and Wang Hu silently looked at He Ming who was pouring sake to pay tribute to the small altar as big as a palm. He had seen many Taiping Dao altars of this shape. When he was fighting Ma Yuanyi in Luoyang Yizhuang, he had personally dismantled one. However, this kind of small figure altar could also play the role of the Yellow Turban Army's large altars, which he really did not expect.

What was unexpected was that the spells Wei Ye used in the Red Devil Hall to use this altar were exactly the same as the magical magic that Zhang Jiao used against the Han army!

I just don’t know what method Wei Ye used to improve the restrictions on the Taiping Taoist magic that Taiban needs to set up an altar. As long as there is a small figure altar, the same effect can be achieved.

If this new altar that is convenient to transfer and protect and is convenient to popularize the Yellow Turban Army, the Xiyuan Army will lose the strongest tactic of "demolition of the altar", which is the most powerful tactic to deal with the Yellow Turban Army's spells, and will inevitably fall into a hard battle against the Yellow Turban Army in the future.

"That's impossible. That guy studied the sub-book of the Heavenly Book of the Old Gods Zuo Ci's old charlatan to study the old book of the Supreme Lord. Apart from him, even if the great wise and good teacher is still alive, he can't handle this toy altar."

He Ming said with regret.

Wei Ye looked at it with regret. The Tianyin Huaxin Huaxin Curse is one of the most domineering magic tricks in "Taiping Yao Stories" - one of the most domineering techniques. In the past, Zhang Jiao used it to wash the brains of the Han army. Even those two-star Han generals had the opportunity to wash a few of this great curse for them to devoutly convert to Taiping Taoism. However, Xiao Moran and Chen Wumian were players after all, and they were all magicians who ranked among the top ten in the fantasy village. For their high willpower, it was not too difficult to exempt the Tianyin Huaxin Huaxin Curse from the confused effect. Even if Wei Ye was lucky enough to wash it successfully, it was just that they temporarily lost control of their body and were in a state of chaos.

Here he regrets that there are too many spell restrictions, too many covers, and too many shortcomings in "Taiping Yaoshu". Seeing Chen Wumian and Xiao Moran concentrating on fighting this brainwashing noise, he changed several spells with his left hand, pressed them on the sword, and increased the decibels of the brainwashing noise a little.

The noise was so loud that even Wei Ye didn't notice when the door to the big library behind him opened:

“It’s really inappropriate to be so noisy in someone else’s residence.”

A faint girl's voice sounded, and huge cold bubbles fell down, clattering and rain fell like a slump.

The altar collapsed, the spell protection dispersed, and the fire array was extinguished.

Even the figure altar that was poured by He Ming with the specialty of the Boli Shrine at the gate suddenly burst out from the altar, which split into pieces, ending its historical mission.

The rain fell, revealing three spell casters who were so embarrassed by the sudden heavy rain that they were as embarrassed as if they were falling into a chicken. Wei Ye's crown was tilted to his temples, Chen Wumian's sharp-cornered cap drooped down to block his vision, Xiao Moran's T-shirt lined under his short jacket was soaked in water and became translucent, which was close to his well-trained abdominal muscles.

Despite such a embarrassment, the three of them had to show the etiquette of the spellcaster to the purple-haired girl wearing a crescent hat in front of them. They had not forgotten all of them:

"Teacher Pachuli?"

"Mr. Pachuli!"

"Miss Pachuli."

Holding a book of ancient magic books that looked very valuable, the sick girl who was half floating in the atmosphere did not feel like giving a greeting. She just looked at the corridor messed up by arrows, flames, spells and traps indifferently, and said: "People who completely lack the necessary calmness of sages are only qualified to work hard. Remember to help Sakiya clean up the place." Then she brought the beautiful demon scribe with a red-haired red-haired man back to the big library, too lazy to even say extra words.

"Ah... Teacher Paqiuli! I must be hated!" Chen Wumian hugged his head and let out a wail.

"If she was really hated, she wouldn't have used the water elemental magic "Noah's Flood". She should have directly shot the 'Saint Almo' to blow us away." Wei Ye kindly comforted her while twisting the water in the sleeves of the Taoist suit, but the way of comforting was not very clever.

Xiao Moran sneered, without saying a word, he stood up and walked towards the exit of the corridor.

"Moran, where are you going?" Chen Wumian shouted behind her, holding the sharp-cornered hat that had become heavy because of the water.

"Go and get cleaning tools. As part of the Red Devils, isn't it natural to clean the area we are responsible for?"

As he said this, Xiao Moran slowed down and waited for his friend to catch up with him while twisting the water from the wizard's hat.

Wei Ye's voice rang lazily: "Then, cleaning is a good deal."
Chapter completed!