The seven-inch villain stomped his feet in extreme annoyance, his face full of anger: "What low-level fire spirit? I am clearly the highest level! The highest level!!!"
Huo Ling stepped on the ground violently, venting his anger as if he was trampling on ink dust: "I am the top Huo Ling! How dare you say I am low-level!!!"
The cry of the villain is the voice of a boy full of spirit.
The boy's voice was a little rough and wild, and it was a little funny to match his little irascibility.
Mu Ran smiled helplessly: "Don't be angry, Mo Chen just doesn't know."
Mo Chen heard Mu Ran's words.
He opened his mouth and said in Muran's ear: "Is that fire spirit speaking ill of me?"
In a word, Huo Ling's eyes widened in fright, and he quickly covered his mouth with his hand.
Mu Ran frowned and said, "No."
Mo Chen didn't speak again.
Huo Ling is completely wilted now.
why why?
Why can he overhear everything he said in the master's mind? How can he scold him after that?
Huo Ling, who was sad for his future, didn't know that his master, Mu Ran, was also grieving together.
Mu Ran: As a ring spirit in the mustard space in the ring, why can Mo Chen come out of the space at will? Not even letting him find out? Is this what a space ring spirit should look like? This is simply not true!
Mu Ran wept sadly.
Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered what Mo Chen said - use spiritual power to draw symbols.
Mu Ran's heart moved, and he couldn't wait to try it.
Huo Ling concluded a contract with him, and Mu Ran naturally knew how to join forces with him.
The weak ball in the dantian, emitting a faint fire, is his spiritual power.
However, because of the arrival of the fire spirit, the light of the ball changed.
It turned into a red-gold light, and the intensity was obviously different from before.
Mu Ran coughed twice, sat up straight, thought for a while, raised his hand, and drew a spell.
The fiery red flame turned into a line in Muran's hand.
Mu Ran's fingers slid in the air, and in the dark vision, lines formed by fiery red burning flames gradually appeared.
The pattern was developed little by little, and Muran's mental power did not lose the slightest bit.
However, it was still his frail body that was abnormal.
Mu Ran gritted his teeth, and connected the patterns regardless of the abnormality of his body.
The pattern is the same as before, but the grievance is completely different.
Just the pattern floating in the air makes people feel a surge of anger and power.
"Burn." Mu Ran opened his lips again and spat lightly.
The next moment, the spell suddenly transformed into a flame.
Although the flame is small, the heat is extremely intense.
Mu Ran felt as if he was in a turbulent burning furnace, which made him almost out of breath.
In the next moment, his whole body felt warm and cool, and the flames softened, causing him no harm at all.
[However, remember to protect yourself with spiritual power in the future. ] Mo Chen's voice rang in his mind.
Mu Ran paused, then smiled: "Well, I remember."
The powerful heat almost burns the whole house.
Mu Ran hurriedly said again: "Mie."
The flame jumped and disappeared in an instant.
Only the boiling air indicated what had just happened.
Mu Ran stretched his brows in great surprise.
Very good!
With the blessing of spiritual power, even a low-level spell can achieve at least a high-level effect.
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