Thinking of scaring the young man just now, Mo Chen thought for a moment, restrained himself from speaking directly, and communicated with Mu Ran with his consciousness.
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The consciousness communication that sounded in my mind was not frightened.
Mu Ran's wandering thoughts were forced to pull back.
He froze in place, silently put the pen back.
The roots of the ears are a little red.
The person who is white like porcelain has slightly red ears, as if a small flower stamen has been drawn on a very clean painting.
Exciting.
Mo Chen's heart beat, and the cold temperature in his eyes dissipated a little.
Mu Ran's beautiful lips turned into a straight line, and the pen in his right hand did not move.
He sat obediently on the chair, holding a pen, looking a little at a loss.
never mind¡ª¡ª
Mu Ran finally gave up on drawing spells on paper.
Suddenly, Mu Ran remembered something, and raised his head with a smile on his lips.
Almost forgot.
He is a teacher who can write talismans directly in the air without using spells or brushes.
Mu Ran took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and tentatively drew in the air.
A spell master needs a high degree of concentration and a strong cohesion to write down the spell completely.
For a junior spell master, it takes a long time to write a spell.
If you are not careful, you may make mistakes.
If one is not concentrating, one will easily make mistakes.
However, for Mu Ran, an old fritter who has gone through dozens of worlds.
His spiritual power has already reached the point of the vast ocean.
Not afraid of less at all.
Not to mention the incredibly strong concentration.
And the extremely complicated spell patterns were also firmly remembered in his mind.
Just like it was printed out.
Mu Ran focused all his attention on one point.
In the darkness where nothing could be seen, with the movement of his hand, a ray of light gradually appeared.
It was a pure white light.
With the change of the pen, the light is outlined with complex patterns.
Just when the spell was about to be completed, Mu Ran's breathing became rapid, and the hand holding the pen trembled violently.
Beads of sweat permeated the forehead, and his face became paler and paler.
He was shaking more and more, and even his shoulders were trembling slightly.
Mu Ran gritted his teeth, desperately painting.
Just when Mo Chen was about to come out to stop him with a slightly dark face, the last touch was completed.
In the dark field of vision, a pattern evolved from white lines exudes a faint gleam.
Mu Ran opened his lips happily: "It's done."
After the words fell, Mu Ran's heart moved, and he said, "burn."
I saw that the spell in the darkness instantly turned into a scorching fireball, burning with raging flames.
The flames burned bigger and bigger.
Mu Ran gasped with joy.
Before he could be happier for a little longer, his hands suddenly loosened.
The intact pen turned into black ash and fell to the ground.
There was a crack in the smile on Mu Ran's face.
The flame was burning, and it went out by itself without the master's order.
Mu Ran was a little sad.
This is the lowest level fire talisman¡ª¡ª
Only the lowest-level fire talisman was drawn, and the pen couldn't bear it, and his body couldn't bear it either. Thenhow did the other talismans come from?
Mu Ran was sad alone, but he didn't know that Mo Chen in the mustard space was extremely shocked.
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