Star power gathered around him, improving his physique by five points.

With the blood-devouring technique, a red light quickly covered his body, and his strength and will increased by 5 points.

The Xinglin technique covers the whole body, and the healing ability is increased to the limit.

The strengthening technique also broke out at the same time, and a layer of air flow quickly covered his whole body, increasing his defense.

The ice spell was activated, and five rays of cold air blasted towards the fireball spell falling in mid-air.

The huge fireball collided with the ice and exploded instantly.

The destructive power evaporated all the ice. Although the fireball technique was also weakened, the huge power was still suppressed.

At this time, Zhuang Wuming's strength, physique, and will had all increased to 10 points, the pinnacle of the killing level.

His stamina is rapidly depleting, and the unbalanced attributes bring about the accelerated depletion of shortcomings.

To maintain huge strength, the time of 5 points of endurance support is very short.

The fireball technique is very fast, not at all the slow speed in the novel.

Zhuang Wuming's speed was unavoidable and he could only resist.

Without any hesitation, the whole body's strength rose from the feet and penetrated directly to the right fist. A piece of cold air from the Ice Technique covered the right arm, forming an ice glove.

Punch out.

Ten points of strength, the cold air of the Ice Technique, the defense of the Strengthening Technique, and the endurance of 10 points of physical fitness, enhanced Zhuang Wuming's attack to the extreme.

boom

There was a roar that shook the earth and the fireball exploded with a punch, and a sheet of flame flowed backwards in the direction it came from.

A huge airflow exploded, and a scene like a jet of flames appeared in the square. Xingtra was immediately involved in the flames.

"Ah," there was a huge scream, and Xingtra burst out with powerful magic brilliance in the flames.

boom

Another flame exploded, and the square was covered with desolation. At this time, the patriarch Xingqiong in the stands had already rushed down with a ferocious look on his face.

Flames burst out from his body and he rushed into the center of the flame explosion.

In an instant, a charred human figure was pulled out of the flames. It was obviously Xingtela.

He has been hit hard.

Without caring about anything else, Xingqiong directly took out a potion from his pocket and poured it into Xingtra's mouth.

After entering the potion, you can see that Xingtra's skin quickly returns to its original color.

The burnt skin grew back and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he still fell into a coma.

"Xingyu, you deserve to die, how dare you do such a heavy blow."

"Go to hell."

At this time, Xingqiong was completely furious. When he raised his hand, the Wizard's Book appeared in his hand, and several huge fireballs rose up and blasted towards Zhuang Wuming.

Zhuang Wuming frowned, but the next moment, he relaxed again.

Because someone took action.

"frozen"

Wow!

A cold wind blew from the stands, and countless white wind and snow extinguished all five large fireballs.

The terrifying chill formed a huge ice wall directly between Zhuang Wuming and Xingqiong.

"Okay, the selection between Star Clan Chief and wizards has always been full of blood."

"It doesn't matter if there is no death. Now that Xingyu has won, he will be a reserve member of the lighthouse from now on."

The messenger's words were indifferent and condescending, but Xingqiong did not have any dissatisfaction. Even if there was any, it was quickly suppressed deep in his heart.

"Yes, Lord Messenger."

This is the majesty of the strong. The weak have no right to refute. To refute is death.

Zhuang Wuming was slightly shuddered when he saw this. This kind of world is more dangerous, because the strong can do whatever they want, and the weak can only obey, without any system restrictions.

The weak are not protected, that is to say, even if he meets someone stronger than him, he must obey him. If he violates the rule, no one will say a word for him even if he is killed.

Although he saw this information in Xingyu's mind, when he truly felt the harsh rules of this world, Zhuang Wuming's vigilance was raised to the extreme.

The messenger looked at Zhuang Wuming with a strange mask, and said with a hint of concern in his voice, "Did you use the bloodthirsty technique just now?"

Zhuang Wuming's heart moved. Apart from the way of wizards, the only thing left in this world is the power of blood.

The bloodthirsty technique is unique to him in the tribe. According to Xingyu's calculation, it may be inherited from the father's line.

Thinking of the wizard who was also a lighthouse, Zhuang Wuming immediately understood.

"Yes, bloodthirsty."

The messenger nodded, "Really? Then get ready and set off now to return to the lighthouse."

As he spoke, the messenger took out a huge blanket as tall as a person from his sleeves.

I saw him throwing the blanket out. The blanket floated in the air, slowly unfolded, and floated to his feet.

He walked up, slowly sat down cross-legged, and said to Zhuang Wuming, "Come here."

Zhuang Wuming was surprised. This was the first time he saw flying carpets, something that often appeared in Arabian stories.

After walking a few steps, Zhuang Wuming gently stepped onto the flying carpet. A short wand appeared in the messenger's hand. With a slight wave of his hand, a wave of waves was injected into the flying carpet.

A faint light rose from the flying carpet, shrouded them, and then quickly rose into the sky, flying rapidly into the distance.

The starry sky and tribal wizards and nobles were left behind.

Xingqiong looked at Zhuang Wuming who followed the messenger and disappeared with a trace of jealousy and a trace of fear. He was afraid that he would be retaliated against in the future.

On the flying carpet, the messenger's voice slowly sounded, "My name is Graffield, and I am a fourth-level wizard from the lighthouse."

"Hello, respected wizard Graffield, my name is Xingyu, a second-level wizard."

The etiquette is thorough and there are no mistakes.

"Your bloodthirst is only part of the power of your bloodline, you need to dig into it."

"In the future, the combination of bloodline and your witchcraft will exert great power."

Zhuang Wuming's heart skipped a beat, "As expected, he noticed me because of my bloodline."

"Your father was a powerful seventh-level wizard in Beacon's past. Unfortunately, he died because of a war."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Wuming instantly felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.

This world is not that simple. Bloodline can be snatched away.

Although he didn't know the reason why Grafeel said these words to him, Zhuang Wuming felt a hint of malice in the other person's words.

"This person absolutely cannot be trusted. I'm afraid he has a grudge against the father of this body, or maybe he's attracted to Xingyu's bloodline."

"I am missing a student, are you interested in becoming my disciple?"

A faint bewitching power rushed out from Grafeel's voice, and Zhuang Wuming's thinking attribute immediately noticed this fluctuation.

"Sure enough, there is a problem. This man is very decisive. He has only one choice."

"It's an honor for me that Mr. Graffield is willing to recruit me."

The face behind Grafeel's mask revealed a smile.
Chapter completed!