Chapter 33 Wild Mark

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"If there is such a good thing, won't your college take it away in advance?" The elder doubted that whether it is the secret method or the cultivation experience of the strong, it is undoubtedly the most valuable resource. He does not believe that Zeus College will be so generous.

Mr. Mo smiled awkwardly, "About this matter... In fact, all the deans have done it, and I have done it in those years, but in addition to some low-level magic spaces, other middle and high-level magic spaces, even if there are, we can't find it, let alone talk about how to crack it, so..."

"Oh, I said it. It turned out that your college wanted to find it, but it was hard to find it." The elder exposed Mo Lao's words carelessly.

"Uh-huh... You must say that." Hearing the elder's words, Mr. Mo was slightly stunned and said helplessly with a sigh.

"So the person who got it...?" The elder did not go on, but looked at Mr. Mo.

"Whether it is the secret method or experience, or something else, the winner can choose whether to give a copy to the college. If it is given, the college will keep it strictly confidential for the gift. If not, the college will not force it." Mr. Mo said lightly, after all, few people are willing to share these powerful secrets and the inheritance of their predecessors. Who knows when and with whom they will become enemies in the future, not to mention whether they have gained something in the magic space. Most of the time, only the students themselves know that Jingchen belongs to Rare.

"Grandpa, what is the wild mark?" Jing Chen asked doubtfully, this is what he cares about, and Jing Chen doesn't care about Mo Lao's words. After all, he has not obtained any secret methods and inheritance in the magic space.

"Wild imprint..." The elder slowly raised his head and stared into the distance, as if he was in meditation.

After a long time, he opened his mouth again and said, "This wild mark can be regarded as an ability, similar to the ability of talent, but different, and this wild mark has only two functions."

"What does it do?" Although Jing Chen didn't know why the elder and Mr. Mo must say that they had a wild mark, since they all said it, they naturally asked.

"First, it can speed up the recovery of natural energy, and secondly..." The elder looked at Mr. Mo, Mr. nodded and then said, "It can speed up the understanding of the laws of nature."

As soon as Mr. Mo said this, Jing Chen only felt a brain sound.

"Law?" Jing Chen really didn't expect that in this era when even mythical strong people did not reappear, there were still people who knew the power of the law.

"Hmm." The elder nodded, "The law is the existence above all energy and the domain of God. Legend has it that as long as you can understand the power of the law, you can become a god. Although the legend may be a little exaggerated, the power of the law is far from what we can guess."

"Is there such a power?" Jing Chen was surprised and said that although he knew something about the power of the law, he had to put on a surprised expression. After all, with his age and strength, he should not know those who belong to the peerless strong and the realm of God.

"It doesn't matter. After all, it's all some legends. It's not easy to think how difficult it is to become a mythical strong man, let alone a god who is above the mythical strong." Mr. Mo shook his head and said with some sighs.

"In fact, the wild imprint is not only with these abilities..." The words of the elder attracted the attention of Jing Chen and Mr. Mo.

"What do you say?" Mr. Mo was puzzled and looked at the elder.

"At the beginning, this wild mark was a gift from the Wild Temple to the wild Druids who have the title of Temple Guardian. Although this thing also has the function that Mo Lao just mentioned, that function is too mysterious and does not apply to most wild Druids." The elder smiled faintly.

Mr. Mo nodded. After all, no matter what era, there are too few people who need and can understand the power of the law. Most people can't touch that threshold all their lives.

"So, another effect of this wild imprint is very precious." The elder's eyes fell on Jing Chen's forehead, and he saw a mark shining with a faint green light flashing. The elder continued, "That is to strengthen and improve himself."

"How to say?" Mo Lao is not surprised by the words of the elders. However, everything given by these temples will have some special uses, and these uses are generally unknown to outsiders, and some are useless even if they know them. They are only suitable for the exclusive profession of the temple or their own people.

"This wild imprint can improve the basic ability of wild Druids, such as speed, strength, fighting ability, and resistance to elemental magic and curses." The elder said slowly.

"What...?" As soon as the words fell, Mr. Mo frowned slightly and stared at the elder and said, "Do you think this thing can also improve its resistance to elements and curse magic?"

"Of course, this is a gift from God, and its powerful ability is far from what we can imagine." The elder raised his head slightly and took it for granted that the first few are okay, but this last strengthening ability, even ordinary advanced enchantment equipment, is not available. Since this wild mark has it, it can't be surprising Mo Lao.

"This child..." Mr. Mo frowned slightly and looked at Jing Chen.

"I can only say that Xiaochen is the same as the wild mark in my memory, but the wild temple has been an indispensable vein of the elves in the last era, but now it has long disappeared. How did Xiaochen's mark come from, or whether it is really the wild mark, I'm not sure, now this Wild ruids have not appeared on the continent for thousands of years. The elder shook his head and sighed, remembering that in the memory he inherited, the strength of those wild Druids has long been forgotten by the world, and the Druit profession has also been reduced to a chicken rib profession in small-scale battles.

"Let's not mention this for the time being, little guy, have you broken through?" Mr. Mo looked at Jing Chen in surprise.

"Hmm." Jing Chen nodded.

Seeing that his guess was affirmed, a trace of surprise flashed on Mr. Mo's face, "Eleven-year-old five-level strongman? Oh, my God..."

The elder next to him was still recalling something. Hearing Mr. Mo's words, he also turned his head and looked at Jing Chen with bright eyes. "Just now, I thought it was just my illusion. It turned out that you really broke through. It's worthy of being my good grandson." With that, he laughed, and he looked happier than he had broken through.

"What a freak. Looking at the whole continent, for nearly thousands of years, I'm afraid that only Jingfeng, known as the leader of the golden generation, can be compared with the speed of this little guy's cultivation." Mr. Mo shook his head and praised.

"Jing Feng..." Jing Chen meditated on the name. Recently, the people he contacted seemed to often mention this person. Although more than 800 years have passed, the name does not seem to have been forgotten by these strong people in the world. It can be seen how strong Jingfeng was in those years. Unfortunately, he has disappeared hundreds of Nian, otherwise we could see each other, Jing Chen thought so in his heart.

"Well, let's not talk about this. As for this wild mark, even if someone knows it, I don't think it will be crooked. After all, in this era, this thing has no value at all." The elder said and pulled up Jingchen and continued, "Let's go. You haven't been in contact with the outside world for three months. The God's Backbone Competition will start in a few days, and now it's time for you to go out."

"Little guy, how does it feel about level 5?" Mr. Mo looked at Jing Chen and smiled.

"Uh-huh..." Jing Chen was slightly stunned. From breaking through to level 5, he really didn't try his strength at this moment. Hearing Mo Lao's question, Jing Chen was also a little curious about what kind of strength he could achieve now. Thinking of this, Jing Chen clenched his fist in his right hand and instantly attached a faint layer of blood-red energy to his fist. A punch to the ancient tree next to which three people needed to hug the thickness was a punch.

"Boom!"

After the loud noise, the ancient tree was bombarded by Jing Chen, as if it had been torn by a huge force and turned into pieces of wood chips flying up.

"Hiss..." Jing Chen took a breath of cold air. This punch hit the ancient tree with such a good resilience. If it hit a person... Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"This..." Seeing the result, the elder and Mr. Mo looked at each other.

"Little guy, are you sure you're a Druid?" Mr. Mo shook his head and said in disbelief that no matter which of the current three major Druid schools is famous for its great power, and Jingchen's punch obviously used a certain skill, which is not like a fighter or boxer, so he asked this question.

"I may have inherited my father's strange power. My father is a mad warrior." Jing Chen scratched his head and explained far-fetchedly.

"Berker? I remember that Yuelu was a singer. At that time, I was a little confused. How could the two children..." Speaking of this, the elder suddenly closed his mouth. What he said just now was just what he accidentally thought of. At this moment, he suddenly found that what he said was a little unpleasant, so he stopped talking.

Hearing the elder's words, Jing Chen's face darkened, which was exactly the doubt in his heart, and in that secret situation, the old man also told him that the last person who came in was hundreds of years ago. If there were no other mistakes, then he was the child of that person, and his current parents were obviously not like living. Hundreds of years of people, so the result is self-evident. This is also the reason why he is so eager to reach level 7 and open the letter left by Jing Tian. Jing Chen has been forcing himself not to think about it. Unfortunately, every time he calms down, he always thinks of it.

"Well, this is not the place to talk. Let's go out." Feeling this strange atmosphere, Mr. Mo changed the topic. After saying that, a white light flashed, and no one in the field was there. The wind quietly blew the forest sea, and the destroyed ancient trees gradually returned to their original appearance.