Chapter 82 Han Fuzi: I was rejected

Chapter 82 Han Fuzi: I was rejected

Caroline took Atre out of St. Ti School and went straight to Han Fuzi's opportunistic magic goods store. Seeing that Han Fuzi was closing the door and doing something attentively, Atre made a muffled gesture like Caroline. When engraving magic scrolls, he needed to devote himself wholeheartedly and could not have a little deviation and smuggling. If you receive a little disturbance, as long as there is a slight deviation in mental strength, the previous work will be exhausted. Not only will the scroll be destroyed in an instant, but it will also make the producer's spiritual power receive a counterattack. The reason why Han Fuzi will unscrupulously carve scrolls here is that no one will come to his store, but occasionally come over a few. When students or tutors see the busy Han Fuzi, they will immediately turn around and leave and choose another time to visit, but Atre is not half of the people. He is from Class Two, which is special!

Each sheepskin roll used to make magic scrolls has been specially processed. The difficulty process is no less difficult than the seal engraving scrolls, and the production of sheepskin rolls is not so easy. These papers have extremely high requirements, low-level magic special sheepskin rolls, each of which requires a third-order crystal nucleus or crystal with the same attribute of elemental magic, mixed with more than ten kinds of other precious materials for production. The more powerful the magic scroll is, the more powerful the sheepskin scroll needs to be based on the relative Warcraft crystal nucleus or high-quality magic crystal, and if it is the crystal nucleus of the same elemental Warcraft or the elemental crystal of the same attribute, it will not cause conflict.

As for making special parchment at the forbidden spell level, it needs to be based on the imperial Warcraft crystal core to start manufacturing...

Just imagine, the success rate of making these scrolls is less than 10%. How much is the wasted material alone? It is certain that making magic scrolls is undoubtedly burning money, which is one of the reasons why Han Fuzi chose to stay in the Holy Law School. Although he is not short of money, a magic scroll has an expensive price, and high-level magic scrolls are priceless, it is also very difficult to collect the treasures that make magic scrolls. Yes, all the financial resources and materials he needs to make scrolls here are supplied by the Holy Law School. If he can't even afford to support Han Fuzi, it will not be known as the First Magic Martial Arts College.

"Xiao Linlin, come and pull it. Sit down," the trivialities of the sheepskin rolls on the ground with a wave of Han Fuzi have disappeared. He was not angry because of the unreasonableness of the two, and his old face still had a unique smile.

Caroline, who was originally full of anger, looked at Han Fuzi but had no choice. She only felt that her brain was buzzing slightly, and her spirit was in a trance and could not lift any strength. She forgot to glance at Han Fuzi's reflexively lowered her head, obediently walked in, sat down, and he saw a pair of leisurely floating. With the eyes of silver light, that kind of silver light can see everything, and he has a hunch that his soul is going to wander away...

Han Fuzi smiled and muttered, "Is this good? Girls have to be good. If not, how can boys like it? You, Xiao Lei."

"Uh..." Atre was stunned, pretending to be confused, and escaped from Han Fuzi's eyes. At the previous moment, he also felt the strange power, which was a feeling of tension from the soul. He knew that this was a warning from Mr. Han to them, intended to calm them.

"Xiao Linlin, are you free to go shopping on the street?" Han Fuzi walked to Caroline and a bronze wine pot appeared in his hand. Atre glanced at the Nizos flame that was no longer yesterday. It seemed that the wine was a treasure no matter where it was.

"Dear Grandpa Han, I suddenly remembered that there was something else in the school. I'll go first." Caroline said in a panic. She stood up three steps and took two steps to rush out of the door. Now she doesn't want to stay any more for a second. This kind of soul pressure is really a little uncomfortable than death!

Han Fuzi smiled evilly, "Is this good?"

Atre looked at his smile and couldn't help shrinking the pores all over his body, which was a kind of gloomy cold.

"Come here!" Han Fuzi walked into a small door inside the counter, and Atre stood up and followed...

This is a large rectangular room, about ten meters long and six meters wide. The roof is decorated with a faint strange pattern, and a magic lamp hangs on it, which emits bright and soft light, shining on everything simple displayed in the room. There are not many displays here. Some are just piles of sheepskin rolls and some strange materials. A wise hand gathers all the treasures of nature and magic here. There is a unique artistic mess here.

The surrounding walls are hung with patterned tapestry. The tapestry is dotted with more than 30 strange paintings. It looks like some totems. The picture frames are the same. Each painting is separated by shiny weapon ornaments, and there are one or two ancient most beautiful and typical miniature bronze statues and stone statues in the corner of this room.

There is a large table with a round edge in the center, which is a bit like the one used by a bartender in a bar. It is neatly listed with several piles of sheepskin rolls sorted by color.

"You can learn from me from now on." Han Fuzi did not have the obscenity of the past. Atre felt an extreme seriousness on his expressionless face.

"I'm sorry, I'm here to go to school. Should I be sent to which class?" Atre just wants to know what kind of medicine is in the gourd of this college. Since he has exposed the dark system, it is impossible for the college not to take some measures under the sacred ** power of the Vatican, "I need you to introduce me to the dean of the Holy Law School."

"Kid, say it again!" Han Fuzi's voice was low and hoarse. Atre actually refused to be a teacher. A person who was often sought after by the world suddenly put a shit basin on his face. What an unpleasant and angry thing it was. Han Fuzi was secretly shocked: "I was rejected!" Unexpectedly, someone will refuse to accept my apprentice!" In his opinion, there is basically no one in the world who doesn't want to be his apprentice, even if the existence of so many different numbers is either crazy or brain-damaged. But in Atre's opinion, there is nothing wrong with him. He once rejected the mythical-level Andrew Dark Yellow!

His current priority is to find out his position in the college, and then to strengthen his study and further study. He straightened his waist, and there was no fear in his eyes. The strange pressure made him almost suffocate in an instant. It was a sense of helplessness that the soul was bound, and it was a kind of soul pierced. Fear, but Atre is still firm, and the chaotic drops in his chest are spinning quickly under strong mental pressure, but there is no leakage at all under the effect of magic...

A trace of strangeness flashed in Han Fuzi's eyes. At the moment when Atre was about to be unable to support it, Han Fuzi's momentum disappeared in an instant.

"Let's go."