Full-time Summoner

On the first day of hatching, Zhaohua's house, in his own room.

Zhaohua prepared a big pot in the room, and beside it was filled with the things he bought from the monster store in Victoria, England. He was holding a stack of information papers in his hand, and he was about to start speeding up the dead wood scorpion.

Zhaohua looked at the information, and said silently: Add 500 milliliters of blood essence of the same family to the pot, and then add an appropriate amount of water to dilute, the water is just enough to cover the dead wood scorpion eggs.

Zhaohua took out a pack of plasma from a large pile of materials next to it, which was exactly 500 milliliters of blood essence. After pouring all the blood essence into the cauldron, put the dead wood scorpion eggs into it, and then poured water into it. Just overwhelmed the dead wood scorpion eggs.

Zhaohua continued to read: Then put a custom-made fire magic stone into the mouth of the magic stone of the cauldron and heat it until the water boils. Half a catty of the fresh heart of a servant-level monster, three lightning strike woods and a drop of essence.

Zhaohua was a little confused when he saw this, what is this! ? Soup? ? ? Are you sure this isn't meant to be cooked? ! After repeated confirmation several times, and even called the customer service to check the appraiser's qualifications, after confirming that it was indeed like this, Zhaohua put the fire magic stone into the magic stone entrance under the pot.

This kind of pot does not need to be heated by flames. They all have a special place for putting magic stones, and the special materials for the Victoria monster are terribly well prepared. The weight of magic stones is the same, which means that her heating time is the same, even the heating time is the same. It gives you perfect control, and you don't need to take out the magic stone to count the time.

Even this pot is a configured pot bought from the Victoria Monster Store. It is transparent and the changes inside can be clearly seen.

After the water boiled, the essence and blood completely merged into the water, turning into a pot of red liquid.

But after adding all the ingredients, especially the drop of the so-called essence, Zhaohua saw that the red color gradually became clearer, and the dead wood scorpion eggs were absorbing the essence and blood.

Time does not need to be controlled by Zhaohua, because the energy of the fire magic stone has just run out and it is enough time, so Zhaohua simply sits next to him in a wheelchair and meditates.

Halfway through the meditation practice, Zhaohua sensed that the wind spirit silkworm was calling him, and wanted to come out of the house to breathe, so Zhaohua released the dimensional call and let the wind spirit silkworm out.

Pa, as soon as it came out of the dimensional passage, the Fengling silkworm was lying on Zhaohua's shoulder like a big character, looking listless.

The current Fengling Silkworm is no longer a silkworm, but just like a little elf princess in a white skirt.

Xixi~~~

Zhaohua snickered, because Fenglingcan finally completed the transformation not long ago, but the energy in her body was not enough at that time, because she dragged on for too long, and some of the energy used for transformation and advancement dissipated, causing her body to be very weak now. Weak, every day in the Summoning Plane, Sister Fengling forced some tonics, and those tonics were like drinking Cantonese herbal tea, bitter.

Xi!!

Haha, who told you not to enter the advanced stage earlier, but insisted on delaying it for so long. Zhaohua couldn't help but said with a smile.

Because of the wind silkworm, Zhaohua rushed to hatch the dead wood scorpion. Zhaohua had no intention of letting the little wind silkworm fight, and had to wait for the body to fully recover.

Feng Lingsi just lay on his shoulders and occasionally looked at the eggs in the pot. Zhaohua entered meditation, and the dead wood scorpion eggs were boiling. It was not until the energy of the magic stone was used up that Zhaohua took out the eggs, and then slowly Input the magic energy of the summoning system.

In the next few days, except for some changes in the things added, the basic steps remain the same. Although it is boring, as time gets closer, there is more expectation.

Seven days later, it happened to be Monday. Every Monday, No. 1 Middle School will have a routine speech by the principal under the national flag. Because of the previous incident, No. 1 Middle School had to suspend students. However, everything has returned to normal since today, except that the speaker has changed from The original Principal Qiu was replaced by Principal Deng.

Magic, as the foundation of a nation, shows the strength of the country, and it is a manifestation of the value of a nation, a country and students singing their youth and expressing themselves

Wearing an expensive suit, Deng Jian'an stood under the national flag and began his long-prepared speech. The impassioned and upright recitation almost drove the students who went to school on Monday to go back to bed and sleep.

Is that guy Zhaohua here yet? Lin Mo jumped anxiously.

According to the official statement, the start of the finals on Monday morning is to dilute the fear brought by the Black Vatican, so that everyone can see the power of the mage.

Although everyone in the third grade of high school has suspended school for more than ten days, they can chat online, and everyone already knows that there may be a few friends who are usually good friends, and their profile pictures will no longer light up.

There was even a period of time when many students in the No. 1 Middle School were mentally depressed, and there was a storm of dropping out of school.

So the acting principal Deng Jianan proposed to start the finals on Monday, and invite the students of No. 6 Middle School to the magic training hall to watch the competition together. After the final game of No. 1 Middle School is decided, the secondary teams will also be elected, and they will go to Congcheng immediately the next day. Hot spring practice.

Arranging everything together so that no one has time to think about the sad things.

【He is already on his way back, he said he will go directly to the magic training hall. 】Ji Shaoan wrote in the painting book.

The speech under the national flag is over, but today is different from the past, the school organizes all the students of the three grades to go to the magic training hall to watch the battle.

Three grades, nearly 1,800 people, walked from the school gate to the magic training hall. For this competition, the outer walls and roof of the magic training hall were demolished, and the mages from the Congcheng Magic Association installed a defensive barrier to prevent magic from accidentally injuring the audience.

In order to dilute the impact of the Black Vatican incident, the Magic Association and the school really took great pains.

A lot of people.

Look, those are all students from No. 1 Middle School and No. 6 Middle School, and they are all mages.

Wow, so many mages.

Some nearby residents also came to eat melons, a strong onlooker, many reporters took pictures, interviewed the principals of the two schools, and set up judges seats, student audience seats, lucky audience seats, reporter seats, live broadcast on the TV station, in the original On both sides of the location of the magic training hall, there are three seats for players with huge parasols, and four people sit in each area.

Look over there! It's Li Shijie from No. 6 Middle School! I heard that he is the fastest cultivator of the younger generation in Congcheng, and he has entered the third level a long time ago.

What is the third level? Let me tell you, there are not many people sitting there who are not the third level. Li Shijie may not be able to beat Deng Le, let alone my goddess Ji Shaohan.

Indeed, that undead magic is too open.

However, Ji Shaohan's team members are too exaggerated. There is an earth mage with a few hundred ranks, a light-type mage, and a summoner-type dimensional summoner who is a waste of green silkworm. If you change a group of players, there will be no suspense.

Kakaka, on stage, Deng Jianan has already started to test the microphones. This competition is hosted by him, because the essence is actually a competition of No. 1 Middle School, but due to various things, it has become such a large-scale competition. race.

Uh, since the players are all here, there's no time to delay. Let's invite the players from our two teams to play.

Lin Mo and the others showed expressions of thank you, I'm disgusted. This Deng Jian'an did everything he could to make Deng Le win. Knowing that Zhaohua hadn't arrived yet, he announced the start.

And Deng Le will not dawdle with you, the four of them have already stepped onto the stage. Deng Lelei, Wu Zhetu, He Xifeng, and Yan Ranhuo are ranked 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are a dream team.

Deng Jian'an saw that Deng Le and the others were already waiting on it, turned his head and said with a smile: Student Ji, please come on stage as soon as possible, if the team members haven't arrived yet, they will be disqualified.

call! Just as Deng Jian'an finished speaking, a black shadow streaked across the sky, and a Skyhawk landed beside Ji Shaohan and the others after going around the field for a circle. Zhaolang jumped off the Skyhawk with the wheelchair in one hand and his son in the other.

Sorry, it's a bit late. Zhao Hua said to Deng Jian'an while sitting in a wheelchair.

Deng Jian'an responded with a smile: Student Zhaohua, since you are physically injured, the principal suggests that you should rest and find someone to replace you, otherwise you will be injured again later, and I'm afraid it will be troublesome.

Zhaohua nodded, and said with a smirk: Thank you for the acting principal's concern, but I don't think the opponent is strong enough to hurt me. I just sit on the stage and watch the battle. I believe my teammate.

Come, come, come, I just sit still, and you can't win.