Ye Chen noticed the invisible frown of the old man guarding the door, and knew that he might have something to say about him. However, he was only here to practice magic, so there was no need to care about what the old man was frowning about.
He entered the Yun family training ground first.
This spacious training compound is nearly ten acres in size. There are many young male and female cultivators in gorgeous clothes standing in twos and threes. There are about dozens of them. They are practicing spells, fireballs, ice arrows, water arrows, etc., in many categories.
To name a few.
There are also some large and small black iron balls in the yard, hung on iron poles with chains, which serve as targets for practicing spells.
Ye Chen knew at a glance that it was a black iron ball made from black iron ore, a spiritual weapon material with a very hard texture.
The immortal cultivators fired various spells at the black iron ball to test their power.
After Yun Xin finished speaking to the old man, she followed him into the yard.
"Miss Yunxin!"
Many young monks in the courtyard greeted Yunxin warmly.
“Ms.
, mocked contemptuously, and didn’t pay much attention.
"Okay, I'll be there in a moment."
Yun Xin greeted everyone, then quickly came to Ye Chen and said with a smile, "Well, it's okay to practice magic here! This is a low-level training ground, and they are all monks from the first to third levels in the early stage of Qi refining.
.You can make a lot of friends here, and you can also learn spells with everyone in the future."
“The venue here is quite big.”
Ye Chen nodded slightly in response, and added in his mind that there was no need for sparring. He was young and energetic, and he was most likely to get into trouble. He accidentally passed Ma Ruyuan in Beilu Academy, and ended up getting into trouble in the mountains of Beilu.
A big trouble, it's better to avoid this kind of thing as much as possible.
Yun Xin pointed to the crowd, "By the way, have you seen a few middle-aged monks wearing Yun family clothes over there? They are the magic guides here, but they charge a fee for their guidance. In fact, you don't need to pay this.
It’s a waste of money, low-level spells are easier, and we usually communicate and learn among ourselves. If you don’t understand anything, just ask me, and I will definitely teach you!”
Yun Xin was quite proud.
She has only been practicing magic for less than a year, so she is a newcomer. But in front of Ye Chen, a cultivator who knows nothing, she is definitely a veteran cultivator. Teaching a newcomer makes her particularly proud.
Ye Chen looked at the guidance of the magic monks and nodded.
...
Yun Xin was afraid that Ye Chen wouldn't understand, so she chatted a lot, repeatedly telling him how to cast the fireball and how to attack. After Ye Chen had memorized everything, she left to practice with other monks.
Ye Chen smiled faintly, then came to a training position where there was no one else, calmed down, and cast fireball.
His soul released his spiritual consciousness and realized the 'Fireball Seal'.
As soon as his spiritual consciousness touched the seal, the seal shone slightly.
Ye Chen immediately felt a strange feeling, and a stream of mana surged out from his palms.
His palms began to heat up slightly, getting hotter and hotter.
"call!"
A weak flame appeared half a foot above his palm.
Ye Chen continued to instill mana, and after a breath, the small flame began to grow in size and turned into a fireball the size of an egg.
"The fireball is out!"
Ye Chen looked at the small fireball above his palm in surprise.
Although the fireball is small, its temperature is extremely high.
Ye Chen was so close that he felt the heat, and his palms almost felt hot.
Spells are controlled by divine consciousness.
"go!"
Ye Chen did not dare to neglect, and with a flick of his consciousness, he shot the small fireball forward, attacking the one-pound iron ball hanging ten feet away.
The small fireball staggered and flew out slowly, flying less than five feet before falling on the sand.
The small fireball "pop!" was annihilated, burning a small piece of sand on the ground red.
"Failed, the consciousness failed to control it! Let the small fireball attack the black iron ball ten feet away, and then the spell will be considered successful."
Ye Chen was slightly annoyed.
Not far away, the laughter of several young monks, both male and female, could be heard, "Where did Miss Yun Xin find this newcomer? She can't even control a small fireball!" "Looking at him like this, he must have never been exposed to it before.
Through magic." "A small fireball must be released instantly to be powerful. His fireball took at least half a stick of incense. By the time his fireball was released, the enemy would have disappeared." "Nonsense! Wait for his fireball.
When I came out, I was already chopped down by my opponent."
Ye Chen's face was slightly red and he turned a deaf ear.
He was not too frustrated. He carefully thought about the manipulation just now, and then continued to release the next small fireball.
Practicing magic is not something that can be achieved in one go. He doesn't believe that other immortal cultivators are very powerful as soon as they start practicing magic. They didn't develop it slowly like him.
Half an hour later.
Ye Chen released ten small fireballs in succession. Each small fireball was different in size, with different attack distance and power.
He also had some understanding in his heart.
"The gap in strength between the warriors at the ninth level of body refining and the first level monks at the Qi refining stage does not seem to be as huge as imagined."
"In terms of pure power, the 'Tiger Leap Triple Slash' explodes with a violent attack of 2,700 kilograms. One sword is enough to cut down a first-level immortal cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage. The power of 'Whirlwind Slash' is nine sword qi.
, may not be weaker than the power of a small fireball. A warrior who governs the country and a monk at the first level of the Qi Refining Stage are fighting in close combat. It’s hard to say who will die and who will survive."
"However, the attack distance of the sword technique is too short. My energy can only attack the furthest one foot around my body. However, the fireball of the monks in the Qi refining stage can easily attack ten feet away. Before the warrior can get close to the immortal cultivator, I am afraid that he has already
Killed by spells. Except for warriors such as crossbowmen who attack from a distance, other warriors who use swords and guns cannot fight the cultivators from a distance."
"Also, as the cultivators continue to practice and strengthen, they master more and more spells, such as fireball, ice arrows, wind control, golden bell, earth shield and other spells. As long as they learn a few spells, the warrior has no chance of winning."
Ye Chen meditated, pondering and comparing the differences between the small fireball and the tiger leap sword technique.
He had just entered the first level of Qi refining stage, and the mana in his body was very limited.
Ten consecutive fireballs had exhausted all his mana.
Ye Chen could only meditate, holding a spirit stone in his hand, and slowly recovering his mana. When his mana was restored to full, he could continue practicing the small fireball spell. Using the spirit stone to restore his mana was the slowest way. Ye Chen was stalling on the street
In the past, he had seen low-level spiritual wine and spiritual dew that restored mana. But the cheapest ones cost several spiritual stones, and he was not willing to buy them.