Chapter 6: A wonderful hand

Just as An Ruoran slowly stood up, everyone held their breath deeply, looking forward to the wonderful casting of this legendary master - after all, not everyone had the opportunity to witness the unique soul casting technique. However, what they expected was that An Ruoran actually sat down again, then took out a bag of things as if nothing had happened and threw it into the center of the venue. With the crisp sound, several silver whale magic silks slid out of the bag, which was a rare high-level casting material...

"It's rare? Actually, it's just a fake I confiscated!" After muttering secretly, An Ruoran gently patted Naya's ear, indicating that it could perform according to the script. Naya greedily bit the roasted suckling pig, and then looked at the bag reluctantly. Just as everyone was guessing what it wanted to do, dozens of fireballs squirted out of its mouth, and immediately blasted half of the bag into powder.

"What, what!" Because of the silver whale magic silk that had slipped down before, everyone subconsciously felt that the bag should be filled with various precious materials. So when Naya destroyed the bag without mercy, these magic casters were stunned as if they were petrified. They didn't understand what Master Victor was doing - was he trying to prove that he was so rich that he didn't care about these materials, or was he so excited by Christine that he went crazy?

But in fact, An Ruoran was just making an excuse for not having high-level materials. In the shock and regretful expressions of everyone, An Ruoran snapped his fingers gently, nodded to Rui and said, "Then, go and see for me and tell me what materials are left."

In fact, An Ruoran had already known what materials were left, because he only stored these materials in the bag. But Rui didn't know this, so he honestly counted it for more than ten minutes, and then turned around in confusion and replied: "Master, now there are only a few intermediate materials left - two red magic crystals, a few water jade... By the way, there are still a few ink bags of the magic jellyfish."

"Is that so, is there only these left?" An Ruoran smiled silently when he heard Rui's report. As everyone was confused, he suddenly shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: "It doesn't matter, then I'll use these materials to decide the outcome!"

At this moment, the magic casters in the audience were stiff and stiff. Their expressions seemed so shocked. The wide mouth could almost swallow the table. In fact, even Christine, who was a competitor, couldn't help but frown slightly, guessing Victor's intention - what did he want to do? He thought with his knees and knew that mid-level materials could not beat high-level materials. Could this master intend to give in on purpose?

But no matter how confused the people around him were, An Ruoran had already leaned leisurely in his position and burned his soul fire. Of course, others could not see the red soul fire. They just looked ahead in confusion - the master was leisurely playing with the wine glass, and then gracefully drew a few circles with his left hand... Then, a few pieces of the material slowly floated up and melted into a liquid state within a few minutes.

This beautiful melting technique immediately won the audience's low praise. Even if the intermediate materials are not as hard as the high-level and super-level materials, if you want to melt them so easily and comfortably, only Victor's soul casting technique can do it. You know, Christine just relied on the Demon Dragon Crystal and the Abyss Colorful Stone as the basis, and it took a long time to melt those materials, and even a crisis of almost failing in the middle.

"Wait for a few minutes, and it will be fine soon!" But the scene that made them vomit blood was still behind. With An Ruoran's faint words, these liquids merged together without stopping and quickly rotated around the ink sac of the demon jellyfish. Two minutes later, the strange-shaped objects solidified in the air, and landed with a faint white light...

"Okay, okay?" Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help looking at each other with a strange look. This feeling was like sitting in a luxurious restaurant for dining. As a result, just as he tasted an appetizing soup, the attendant told you that the dishes were served... Many people shook their heads in disappointment. They even doubted whether the master was perfunctory, but why was he willing to give up?

"Intermediate work? Do you want to beat my Pondes drum?" Christine looked at the rectangular object in front of her, and her frown frowns couldn't help but twist together. No matter from any angle, she didn't think that this casting work had the possibility of winning. Isn't this a guessing contest? Isn't it a better choice to have a weirder look?

This is a unique item about fifty centimeters long and twenty centimeters wide. The overall shape is like a box. Its bottom is a silver-white base, and above are thirty-six small magic patterns, which are inlaid with symbols drawn by magic patterns. If you carefully identify them, you will find that these symbols are the basic letters of the common language in mainland China. It can be said that any word is composed of several of these thirty-six letters.

"Master Victor, what is the name of your work?" In a low voice, Federer on the judges finally coughed lightly, turned his head and looked at An Ruoran. Without waiting for An Ruoran to answer, Naya jumped out of Vivian's arms, and while walking towards the rectangular box, hesitantly introduced: "Don't you understand? In fact, this item is called - a magic typewriter."

"Typewriter?" hundreds of magic casters looked at each other and murmured and repeated the word, but could not understand the meaning at all. Federer frowned slightly and pondered: "Well, the so-called typewriter is to let us attack those words and then cast special magic? Master Victor, can I understand it as a magic scroll?"

An Ruoran smiled and said nothing, but turned around and slowly patrolled everyone present, as if looking for something. After a while, he suddenly coughed gently and said, "Who has the fastest writing speed? If someone volunteers, I plan to invite him to copy a piece of text on the spot."

Along with his inquiry, a low buzzing sounded in the crowd. But the next moment, Christine, who was standing in the center of the venue, slowly stepped forward a few steps, bowed and bowed and said, "Master, why not just let me help! So, which paragraph of text do you need me to copy?"

"Well..." An Ruoran gently stroked his chin, took the casting technique from Rui's hand casually, and casually opened a page and said, "Then, please copy the text on page 204. I want to see how long it takes to copy this page at the fastest speed."

Christine showed a slightly confused expression, but she immediately started the copying process on the table as An Ruoran ordered. Since there was no printing technique in the flange continent, most books had to be copied by clerks, and the more precious materials had to be copied by the parties involved. In fact, even Christine, who has a noble identity, often copied texts, and she has developed proficient copying skills.

But no matter how skilled he is, a whole page of thousands of words is really a very tiring thing to copy without error. So when Christine finished copying intently, she was already sweating profusely, and half an hour passed.

"It's wonderful, I admire your speed." After looking at the copywriting casually, An Ruoran clenched his high-five expressionlessly, and his strange tone didn't seem to praise the other person. Before Christine answered, he had already stood up straight and walked slowly towards the magic typewriter. Without waiting for An Ruoran to instruct, Naya took a piece of white paper and inserted it into the thin crack above the typewriter...

"Then, it's page 204, right?" After picking up the casting technique casually, An Ruoran stood by the typewriter with red wine, and recited the words as if nothing had happened. At this moment, something shocked everyone. With An Ruoran's reading sound, a silver halo suddenly enveloped the typewriter. Thirty-six magic-patterned letters began to jump automatically, and with a strong sense of rhythm, one word after another was typed on the white paper.

"What, what?" At this moment, the audience exclaimed. But their shock was only the beginning. As An Ruoran recited without any haste, the words seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, appearing on the paper at the speed of three words per second, and even the speed was vaguely accelerating. Ten minutes later, all the contents of page 204 had appeared on this piece of paper, arranged densely and looked quite beautiful.

"It's done, the first time I'm not very skilled, so the speed is slower." As if I felt that such a performance was not satisfactory enough, An Ruoran said nothing, but almost made everyone present vomit blood. The gods were on the top, and after typing thousands of words in just ten minutes, he actually said that the speed was too slow?

In a trance and shock, the judges led by Federer had flocked to the magic typewriter to check the paper. A few minutes later, they suddenly discovered an even more amazing fact--there was no error on the entire paper, and even the punctuation mark was not wrong!

"The gods are above! Damn Victor, how did you do it?" Federer even grabbed An Ruoran's arm tightly and sweared in disregarding his image. Do you know? Even the best clerk in the mainland can't guarantee that he would copy thousands of words in ten minutes, and there was no mistake!

"It's very simple, it's just a trace of soul fire attached." An Ruoran took a sip of red wine without any reason and replied lightly, "In fact, that's the inspiration I got by chance from the experience of casting the Yunlong Chariot..."

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