Versatile Mage

At the core of the Nascar monsters is reproduction, and as soon as their symbolic creatures are killed, other reproductions disappear.

Movan realized it was a chaos trick when he woke up to the chaos system.

“This... this...” Simpke was going to give this mentor a hard time, so as to fight back his hard work on Buma, who knew it would be broken by a blow! You know how knowledgeable this Chinese mentor had to be to understand the ancient Nascar mystery so clearly!!

“The answer to that question is precisely because the complex issue of chaos coincides with the subject I'm talking about today.” Movan started his own lecture.

This Simpke gave Movan a little reminder that Movan was very curious about his abilities when he killed the masters, and discussed the issue of fusion magic with Von Zhoulong of Guangzhou Tower.

Fusion magic is the cutting edge and the most difficult way to achieve magic research. Fengzhou Long's academic achievements in this area are extremely high. Otherwise, it is impossible to transfer the abilities of the despicable to himself, so Mofan smoothly tells these students the mystery of fusion magic, chaotic magic, and dark magic in the classroom.

Initially, shadow magic and chaotic magic were complicated and elusive. Putting together some of Fengzhou Long's original research, to put it bluntly, this kind of high-end academic problem was originally a concept. If these students could understand it, it would be the next Fengzhou Long. It would be foolish. One lesson was also completed by Movan.

Fusion magic is indeed a fairly mysterious subject. Most students have a keen interest in the abilities of the masters. They took notes very seriously and saw that none of the students of the two or three hundred Holy Academy of Ojos seriously questioned these remarks. Movan couldn't help but admire himself. The skill of blowing and singing is getting more and more skilled!

Walk off the stage with applause and leave with a smile on Movan's face, hiding his credit and fame.

……

“Shit, aren't you two retarded? Didn't I tell you I taught martial arts lessons? Give me a demon lesson at worst. Let me teach theory. I'll teach you how to die!” Movan came back to the apartment and yelled at the bastards Zhao Manyan and Mubai.

There were three topics, and they picked the other two and left a theory behind.

Mubai kind of schoolmaster to teach theory is pretty much the same. Mufan doesn't understand shit. If it weren't for knowing a von Zhoulong of Guangzhou Research Bureau, the first lesson would have been directly torn through!

“We don't know about this arrangement either. Alas, it doesn't matter. Where do these students really expect us to teach them something, you just have to be confused.” Mulberry said.

“Three tutors, at 3 pm at Le Hai Restaurant, all the foreign tutors can get together and I will show you the way.” The male counselor seemed very enthusiastic.

“Okay.”

……

After lunch, Movan underwent a bit of meditation, mainly to consolidate the control of the Mars galaxy, 2401 stars, from a constellation to a magnificent star palace, is really a very complex and huge project, the meditation process is like building a palace, which needs to be built brick by brick.

Of course, with the bright little mud falls now, Movan had the equivalent of a crane when building this star palace, much more efficient than ordinary people, so even if it was a little noon time, Movan couldn't afford to waste it. Complete the entire Mars Palace as soon as possible, and he could use nearly ten times more powerful fire magic!

The energy a star palace can provide is incomparable with constellations!!

Soon after three o'clock, the male counselor did come. He was dressed in a relatively bright formal dress. Obviously, he didn't want to be as absent as a hairy boy.

“Forgot to ask your name?” Movan asked.

“Just call me Miyamoto Sing.” The male counselor said.

“Are you Japanese?” Zhao Manyan asked.

“Yeah, I'm Japanese... oh, my mom is Peruvian, I'm a hybrid to be exact, but the name still follows my father Miyamoto.” Miyamoto Singh, a male counselor, said.

Follow this hybrid Japanese man to a restaurant that is independent and close to the sea. This restaurant is very special. It is erected on a twisted sand tree and follows the little woody vine ladder towards the twisted sand tree. Movan discovers that the entire restaurant almost merges with this unique twisted sand tree, next to which is a vast blue sea...

In the afternoon, obviously, this place was wrapped up by foreign teachers. When Mofan, Zhao Manyan and Mubai walked in, they saw a beautiful European sexy woman with beautiful skin at first sight. Her golden wheat hair was even more elegant.

“Mo... Mo Van, your head again!!” Zhao Manyan suddenly lowered his voice.

Movan wonders, how can it be as if he has really completed the achievements of sowing the world, why does this Ojos Sacred Academy have its own head, know that he has been walking in the purple red river and lake for so many years, always defending his two wives | like a jade!

“It's an honor to meet you here, Mr. Brandt. It's an honor to meet you here.” A man with the same golden hair as Zhao Manyan said.

Movan looked at it and almost thought it was Prince Bampo, who had been thrown into the river by himself in Venice. If you look closely, there is still some difference between them. He is clearly five or six years old, and the firm skin on his face suggests that he is no longer a young man in his twenties.

“This is Prince Bambo, the little bastard's brother we met in Venice.” Zhao Manyan said.

“Oh, he's a big prince who doesn't inherit the throne of his family, why does he come here, why does he keep shaking people's hands, hooligans?” Movan said.

“I remember he seemed to be a senior professor at the Royal Academy. The eldest prince was too much better than the little beast who knew the arch woman. It seemed that he had a lot of assumptions about your head, so many female teachers didn't flirt.” Zhao Manyan revealed a cheap smile.

“I don't think Bran's concubine has recognized us yet... it looks like Mulberry's silk mask is still working!” Movan said.

They were talking about the beautiful teacher of the Alps, Bran's concubine, who was also in the foreign service, while Mulberry hit them with his elbows and showed them how to look in the direction of the floating window.

“What?” Zhao Manyan was impatient.

“Heckather!” Mubai calmed down his voice.