End of the Magic Era

Soon, however, Lin Yun threw these things behind his head and turned his attention to the strength of this body itself, which is what Lin Yun really cares about.

In the last two decades of existence, let Lin Yun have a near fanatical superstition of magic power, lost magic power. In that era, Lin Yun may not survive for an hour. Violent sand beasts, high temperatures everywhere, void storms with lethal radiation, can easily let Lin Yun die.

What kept Lin Yun alive in those years was not a superior home, nor an ambitious future, but a magical power truly in the hands.

Lin Yun doesn't care how embarrassed this body is, let alone how much debt he owes now. After all, the strength of the 9th level magic apprentice is not enough. If you are a master, who dares to come to you with 8,000 gold coins? Don't say 8,000 gold coins, that's 80,000 gold coins, so what? If you want to repay the money, then someone has to dare...

After a careful examination, Lin Yun found that this young man called Mafa Merlin was actually good. Although the identity of the ninth level magic apprentice was not worth mentioning, the foundation was fairly solid. Probably because of the truly diligent relationship, the accumulation of magic had reached the critical point of forming the magic swirl. The reason why he had not yet been promoted to a magician was simply because he did not have enough control over his magic.

That's a lot easier...

Over the last two decades, Lin Yun was constantly thinking about how to extract more magic. He was constantly calculating how to use every little bit of magic in the most critical places. After more than two decades, Lin Yun's control of magic had already reached an incredible level.

In fact, it's not just the forest cloud, it's the same with every magician in that time of lack of magic, they can take the deadly radiation of a storm in the sky, in the hot desert for a few days and nights, just to extract a little bit of poor Baba's magic from the void.

Growing up in this environment, Lin Yun's ability to control magic far surpasses those of today's magicians, and even far beyond this era, what Ma Fa Merlin can't do is nothing in Lin Yun's view.

Lin Yun spent almost 10 minutes to let himself know about this new body.

Ten minutes later, Lin Yun was convinced that his understanding of this body was no longer under Mafa Merlin himself, so he began to instigate magic. He had already accumulated strong magic, and under Lin Yun's powerful control, he showed a flow like water...

At first, this flow appeared gentle and soothing, as if it were a raging stream, but with the constant provocation of Lin Yun, the magic began to boil with agitation, eventually turning into a running river, with a whistle, rolling up waves, constantly impacting this new body.

For ordinary magic apprentices, this is the most dangerous moment, once the magic of madness is out of control, it will instantly swallow up the magic apprentice, lightly the magic breaks up, having to start accumulating again, and heaviness will even lose hope of forming a magic swirl for life.

That's why there are so many magic apprentices, but so few who really become magicians, like Mafa Merlin, who have been stuck in the ninth level of magic apprenticeship for three years and still dare not take that step.

However, Lin Yun doesn't have such a problem...

Lin Yun's control is too powerful. He doesn't have to do anything deliberately. In other words, he can push his magic to the limit with a single breath. Let them collide as if they were a flood of shooting levees. Then his body instincts will naturally control everything. The raging magic seems fierce, but it always flows along the trajectory set by Lin Yun.

Just between winks, a magic vortex forms in the forest cloud.

Once the magic apprentice has reached this point, he is basically eligible to wear that black robe. With just a little more time to firmly entrench the swirl of magic, it can be said that the kung fu is satisfactory and that he has successfully joined the ranks of magicians.

But Lin Yun didn't mean to stop, as if he didn't even know that the magic vortex had formed. It was already near the limit of magic. Once again, it was forcibly raised. The newly formed magic vortex was incredibly fragile. Under the magic shock of this near-overload operation, it was like a blister, and the "puff” collapsed...

Lin Yun was not in a hurry, but just agitated the magic again, continued to form the magic vortex in that crude way, and then collapsed under the magic shock of overload operation...

This cycle, enough to stare any magician in the eye, has lasted more than ten times, and the fragile swirl has finally stabilized itself.

Lin Yun was satisfied to send a piece of magic into the vortex when he could not break it up again, regardless of how he used his magic to strike.

Originally quiet magic swirl, with the delivery of this kind of magic, began to spin slowly, the week began again and again, never stop. As soon as Lin Yun raised his hand, countless magic symbols burst out of his hands, a fierce magic fluctuation, instantly diffused in the room, even in the air, it seemed to be able to hear the sound of "Zz”...

Even if the picky magician sees this scene again, he is afraid to admit that it is a near-perfect spiral of magic, amazing bearability, terrible burst power, perfectly comparable to a top magician, and even more incredibly, the time of formation of this spiral of magic is only a few minutes away from the district...

In this era, only Lin Yun can do this.

Because many years later, when the magic control power of many magicians reaches a new height, they will try to use this method to form the magic vortex, and then they will discover that this seemingly crude method not only allows the magic vortex to rapidly form, but also has the endurance and burst power that was previously difficult to reach, and then after hundreds of years of improvement, Lin Yun now has this near-cheating manifestation.

Waving away the magic script of the flying dance, Lin Yun suddenly heard a voice coming from outside just as he was about to further improve the magic whirlpool...

“It's written in black and white. My dear cousin took 8,000 gold coins from me before he went out to sea, and now he's ruining the business himself. But I have 8,000 gold coins. Do you have to give me an explanation? Of course, I'm not an unreasonable person, I know you don't have much money right now, or else you'll be worth a little money in this house now. I'll give you 10,000 gold coins at a loss, so that you can leave 2,000 gold coins on hand in addition to paying me back...”

The distant voice is mute and broken, it sounds like a talkative duck, thinking about how to improve the magic whirlpool of forest cloud suffered such noise bombardment, how the mood is naturally ideal to know...

“It's just a debt collection, should you be so excited...” Lin Yun chewed his teeth and cursed. He was already counting. Should we go out and break the duck's neck?

However, Lin Yun still hesitated. The duck sent herself to the door. When she heard the door "bang” being pushed open, a fat man of 300 kg fell and crashed into it. Behind her, she followed an elderly man in his sixties. The two of them pulled and pulled, and seemed to be arguing about something.

“Let go, I'll let you go. You hear me, Pavel? You old bastard? Don't think you can be rude if I treat you nicely. You have to figure it out. You're just a butler. It's not your turn to do things here! ”

“Fario, you know what that 8,000 gold coin is. It was given to you by the master. Did you bring out a copper plate yourself? Now that the master is gone, you want to embezzle the property he left behind. Are you ashamed?” The old man dragged Fario's sleeve to death, either because of too much force, or because of too much anger, a wrinkled old face rose red, and under excitement, his fingers almost poked Fario in the face: "I tell you, Fario, you will not take this house unless I, Old Pavie, die! ”

“Old man, are you trying to intimidate me?” When the old housekeeper mentioned the past, Fatty got a little angry and angry: “I told you, you better find out who you are and be brazen in front of me, be careful with me...”

They couldn't argue there. Lin Yun next to them was curious to ask: “Careful, how are you? ”

“Watch out for me...” Fario suddenly stuck in the middle of a harsh conversation because he found out it wasn't the old butler, but his own nephew, who was said to be a magician.

Fario has always been disgusted by this statement, and even that kid can become a magician? Don't you see how many gold coins he's spent at home these past few years, and how much he's going to look like a magician?

Not to mention now, once his old man Rog Merlyn died, what else did he do besides beg for forgiveness for a few days to repay his money? If he really had the ability to become a magician, would he still have to keep his voice down?