"Master Wei, do you have any other instructions?" Zhang Yang turned around and bowed his head again to salute.
"Show me your power as a different-blooded warrior."
Wei Mo first glanced at Li Guanqi beside him, and then said indifferently to Zhang Yang.
"..."
A hint of vague anger flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes.
Just show it when you say show it?
Think of him as a pet?!
"Okay, Mr. Wei."
Zhang Yang raised his head, smiled and pulled out the big sword on his back, then looked around and walked towards a huge rock not far away.
The boulder is three meters high and almost three meters wide. It looks like a huge cube.
"bass--"
Zhang Yang held the black black iron sword and slashed hard with a heavy slash, making a sound of breaking through the air!
This sword is so fast!
Li Guanqi was immediately shocked beyond measure. The big sword looked so heavy, but when Zhang Yang took it and cut it down, it turned into an afterimage, so fast that he couldn't see clearly at all.
"Bang!"
The boulder shattered in response, along the smooth and neat cut surfaces, and broke into...eight pieces?!
Li Guanqi's eyes suddenly widened.
Not a sword.
There are actually eight swords!
"You can go."
Wei Mo said calmly.
"Yes, I'll take my leave."
Zhang Yang put the big sword in his hand back on his back, turned around and left.
"Is it strong?"
After Zhang Yang walked away, Wei Mo suddenly spoke up.
"I feel...very powerful." Li Guanqi told the truth.
"call out!"
Wei Mo waved his sleeves and robe, and a dark green spiritual light shot out, fell to the broken stones, and dispersed into a green poisonous mist, which instantly eroded all the broken stones into blue smoke.
"So strong."
Wei Mo looked calm.
Li Guanqi was immediately frightened when he saw this.
Although I didn't see the process of his kneading, my right hand hidden in the wide sleeves of my robe was also moving.
One-handed pinch!
One-level spell: bone-corroding poisonous mist!
He had seen it in the library, but the problem was, hadn't Wei Mo fallen to the first-level level? How could he still be able to use one-level spells?!
Dry!
A skinny camel is still bigger than a horse!
"Practice well, disciple."
Wei Mo raised his head and looked at Li Guanqi with a smile, "Work hard to absorb the curse insects that my master gave you. When one day you become as strong as my master, those powerful alien-blood warriors in your eyes will have to bow down to you.
So, we have to work harder to practice, do you understand?"
"Disciple, please remember this."
Li Guanqi nodded quickly.
"It's not that I don't teach you these spells as a teacher." Wei Mo added, "But your top priority now is to concentrate on strengthening your spiritual power. When your spiritual power is high, you can then learn the spells and get twice the result with half the effort."
"Disciple, I understand."
Li Guanqi smiled.
nonsense!
You just want to take away my body, so of course you don’t bother to teach me the spell!
"Master."
Li Guanqi paused and asked again: "You just mentioned a different-blood warrior. That Zhang Yang is a different-blood warrior, but what exactly is a different-blood warrior?"
"It's our conjurer's dog."
Wei Mo had no expression on his face, "The body of the magician is weak, so there are magicians who continue to conduct human experiments, and finally use the blood of the magic spirit to fuse humans and create warriors with superior physical fitness to protect us personally.
The purpose of creating such mutants is to protect us spellcasters and to serve as warriors.
And because they have alien blood like cursed spirits in their bodies, they are called... alien blood warriors.
The body of a different-blood warrior is very strong, which is what all different-blood warriors have in common, because the different blood can transform the physical strength.
But there are differences.
All kinds of magic spirits are very strange and possess completely different powers.
Breathing fire and spitting ice is still common, but there are also more special spell spirits.
For example, by clapping your hands, you can shift the position of the enemy or friend, change space, and other special functions.
As for the alien-blood warrior, in the initial alien-blood incarnation ceremony, whichever kind of cursed spirit's blood is fused, it is possible that he will have the superpowers of this cursed spirit.
This is also one of the reasons why they are called different blood warriors..."
At this point, Wei Mo frowned slightly because he couldn't figure out why he was telling Li Guanqi so much nonsense.
Does it make sense?
"What is that Zhang Yang's superpower?"
Li Guanqi couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know."
Wei Mo was a little impatient, but still replied: "Superpower is the last trump card of every different-blood warrior. If it has not been exposed before, then unless you die, you will never tell others that Zhang Yang is not a warrior. We
It’s just a transactional relationship.”
"Then wouldn't a different-blood warrior like this be very strong?"
Li Guanqi wanted to ask more, but he was keenly aware of Wei Mo's impatience. He thought for a moment and said in surprise: "Speaking of it this way, the different blood warriors are very powerful and have unique powers.
"
"So strong!"
As expected, the method of stimulating generals was very useful to Wei Mo.
After he heard these words, he immediately sneered: "The so-called superpowers are nothing compared to the spells of our conjurers.
We spellcasters get inspiration from spell spirits. Our predecessors develop spells, and our younger generations learn spells. A diligent spellcaster can even learn hundreds of thousands of different spells in a lifetime.
What about the alien-blood warriors?
There is only one fixed ability.
What a fart!"
"Okay, don't think about these useless things, drink this bowl of cursed insects, and then go back to practice."
"Yes, Master."
Li Guanqi drank it all in one gulp, and then Wei Mo took the wooden bowl and went back to the retreat house.
"Bang."
Wooden door closed.
Li Guanqi stood outside the door, his eyes flashing.
There is very little information about different blood warriors in the library. After comparing it with what Wei Mo just said, the information gradually became clear.
The so-called alien blood warriors are those with powerful physical powers.
It's just that the superpower is fixed and single. Whichever cursed spirit blood you drink first can only have that kind of superpower. Drinking other cursed spirit blood later can only continue to increase the physical strength.
But the conjurer is different.
Spellcasters can master more spells, which means more powers, through continuous learning.
Of course Li Guanqi is ready to become a warrior of different blood.
The books in the library show that people with dual identities of both a spellcaster and a different-blood warrior have long appeared in history.
It's just that the highest level doesn't exceed the third level.
Because of the characteristics of the magician.
If God doesn't give it, it will give it.
The more physically disabled you are born, the higher your qualifications as a conjurer.
This property also applies in reverse.
The better your body, the worse your qualifications.
The "Special Blood Addition" ritual requires physical fitness, and it is not low.
so.
His qualifications as a spellcaster are barely passable, but his body is basically weak and disabled, and he cannot become a different-blooded warrior.
His physical condition is pretty good, but he basically doesn't have any qualifications as a magician.
Because of this, there will naturally be no strong people with dual identities in the world.
"But I'm different."
Li Guanqi curled his lips slightly, turned around, and walked towards his wooden house.
