From the Perfect World

Time passed quickly, and a month passed in a blink of an eye.

In Ernst College, the new students in this year have all learned the basic magic principles of each department, and don't have to listen to classes every day from early in the morning until 11 midnight.

Most people have only one line of magic talent, and only two hours of magic lessons a day will do.

Although Lin Yang is superb in the Thunder and Fire, but it doesn't mean that other magic can't be used, but it's not as easy as the Thunder and Fire.

Over the past month, he has used meditation instead of sleep at night, and he has been practicing mental power all the time. Even when he is in class, he can do multi-tasking and listen to lectures while practicing spiritual power.

Several instructors could see that he was cultivating, and affirmed his diligence, and used him as an example to beat the freshmen.

This also attracted a lot of hostile eyes for Lin Yang. Everyone was eight or nine-year-old children and wouldn't think about so many things. They just heard the instructor teach them and transferred their dissatisfaction to Lin Yang.

However, he was afraid of his origin in Duke Jaais's family, and even if he was dissatisfied, he could only press in the bottom of his heart, not daring to jump out and say anything more.

There are basically no civilians who can join Ernst College. Not only are civilians unable to afford the high tuition fees, but there are too few civilians who can have the qualifications of magicians, let alone meet the entrance standards of Ernst College.

Therefore, a lot of freshmen from aristocratic families will not express their opinions even if they have opinions about'Rogier'. They are still young. Otherwise, facing Lin Yang's perverted qualifications and noble births, even if they have opinions, they will Put your face down to make friends.

In this world, if you want to release high-level magic, it is not enough to have high mental power, but also to possess the corresponding magic power. Therefore, Lin Yang uses spiritual power to capture the magic wandering between heaven and earth while practicing spiritual power. Element, practice magic.

After this month's hard work, Lin Yang's body was filled with a large amount of purple and red light, which was the magic power refined from magic elements.

Level three magician.

However, within a month, Lin Yang went from a second-level magician to a third-level magician. It took a normal number of years to complete the journey, and the progress was fast enough to make everyone stunned.

As long as you become a sixth-level magician, you can even apply for graduation in advance without having to stay at Ernst College. This is because you can basically rely on yourself for the rest of the road, and the mentors of Ernst College can't help much. , The foundation for everything that should be laid has been laid, and it doesn't make much sense to stay in the college.

Although Lin Yang wanted all elements to become gods, he would not spend a lot of extra time condensing the magical powers of the other elements before Sanctuary, so he only had two magical powers of purple and red thunder and fire, which were clear and distinct and did not interfere with each other.

At 11:30 in the evening, the instructor of the Guangming Department announced the end of get out of class. In the large classroom, a dozen first-year students from the Guangming Department also packed up and walked out of the classroom scatteredly.

This is Lin Yang’s last basic magic class in the Guangming Department. He is going to apply for a level skip tomorrow, and go to the third grade to learn the magic knowledge that a third-level magician should learn. The basic magic of the first-year departments has nothing to him. Inspired, staying is just a waste of time.

At Ernst College, students are not promoted to the first level in a year, but judged by the magical level. The sixth grade students who graduated normally in the past took decades from enrollment to graduation, and very few can graduate early. Less.

On the second day, Lin Yang waited in the classroom abnormally early in the morning, which made the freshmen in the first grade puzzled.

Even if they are jealous of Lin Yang, they have to admit that the other party is exceptionally talented and hardworking. The degree of hard work is shocking. They have never missed any magic class. It stands to reason that they are almost in class now, not yet. It is.

Even as Lin Lei Baruch's portable grandfather, the soul body of the former Sanctuary Magister Delin Kovot, once sighed Lin Yang and used this to urge Lin Lei to practice.

"Ring Ling Ling!"

After a long while, the class bell rang, and the local department instructor walked into the classroom.

The instructor of the Earth Department is a young man, about twenty-five years old, a sixth-grade student at Ernst College, a sixth-level senior magician.

The instructor of the Earth Department glanced at the freshmen of the Earth Department in the classroom, as if he knew the doubts in their hearts, and said in a complicated manner: "Student Roger Jaais has been successfully promoted to the third grade today and will not be with you in the future. Class begins."

Promote to third grade!

Lin Lei's heart was shocked, and his immature face showed unconcealed astonishment.

The successful promotion to the third grade means that Rogier has only been enrolled for more than a month, and he is already a third-level magician, entering the ranks of an intermediate magician.

"Try harder, Xiao Lin Lei, Roger, who is as old as you, is a third-level magician, and you are still wandering at the first level. Although you are also Rogier's extraordinary talent, even if you look at the whole continent, it will be a rare encounter for a thousand years, but It's the little devil who works hard, but if you have my teaching, you can catch up with him sooner or later."

Delin, an old man with a white beard, floated out of the ring of the dragon, and smiled in Lin Lei's ear like no one.

Delin continued to laugh and said: "Don’t put too much pressure on you. Rogier’s mental power is naturally equivalent to a seventh-level magician. In my opinion, he is not far from an eighth-level magician, but Rogier After reaching that point, the speed of becoming stronger will inevitably slow down, and you may still catch up with him. After all, I am a holy magician in the sanctuary."

The Saint Magister who entered the sanctuary, even in the Ernst Academy, the number one magic academy in the continent, could hardly be one in hundreds of years, so Delin had the confidence to say that.

"I know about Grandpa Delin."

Perseverance appeared on Lin Lei's small face.

"Start class now!"

The young local tutor cleared his throat and spoke.

Rogier left the first grade, so there were no eighth-level magisters and ninth-level magisters to teach the freshmen, and the first and second grade mentors were replaced by senior students of Ernst College.

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The winter solstice passed from spring, and several months passed in a flash.

On this day, the sky fell into the clouds, and the vast Ernst College was covered with a layer of white snow, making it extremely clean.

"Ring Ling Ling!"

The crisp bells spread throughout the first grade classroom.

"Tatata."

The sound of unhurried footsteps came from the corridor, resounding in the hearts of every student, there was a peculiar rhythm, and the interval of each script sound was accurate to the extreme~www.ltnovel.com~ not less than a cent. .

"Just listening to the footsteps, this kind of control over the body, this instructor can easily become a powerful fighter even if he cultivates fighting qi."

Delin floated out the ring of Panlong, and let out a sigh in Lin Lei's ear.

"The control precision of the body?"

Lin Lei thought in his heart that it was the first time he heard Grandpa Delin talk about warriors. He had only told him about magicians before.

In the past six months, Lin Lei has gone from a first-level magician to a second-level magician, and has mastered several types of second-level magic proficiently.

"Wow!"

The door of the classroom was opened, and a figure wearing a tutor's robe, as small as a dwarf, walked in.

"Rogil Jayce!"

Sentimental and startled voices came from the students' mouths one after another.