Chapter 65

Wang Qi took the long gun, walked out of the big house, and flew to the lake of the manor, ready to try the power of the gun. The rest of the spirit poured in, and the gun body suddenly glowed. A powerful shock wave rushed out of the tip of the gun and shot at the lake under its feet. Suddenly, there was a loud noise. The water in the lake was all blown into the sky, and the water kept falling, as if it was raining heavily for a while. A dark and bottomless pit appeared at the bottom of the lake. Before Wang Qi could be happy, it was dark in front of his eyes. His consciousness fell into a coma and fell to the ground. Fortunately, Fern was beside him. He flew up, caught Wang Qi, and returned to the lake at the bottom of the lake.

At the moment when Wang Qi's spiritual power entered the long gun, the long gun suddenly produced a huge suction, which sucked all his mental power and magic clean in an instant. How could he not be dizzy? Originally, after having a spiritual space, he would never be in a coma, but this time he was in a solid coma. He didn't wake up until three days later. He felt that all the bones of his body seemed to be broken. He couldn't even move a finger, and his spirit was exhausted and drowsy all day long. It took him ten days to slowly recover.

After eating breakfast that day, Wang Qi walked to the lake with the help of Fern. The scenery here has been completely ruined. Although the lake water has returned to the lake, it has all flowed into the deep pit at the bottom of the lake. The pit is so deep that you can't see the surface of the water. As for the original lake, the sunshine for many days has completely dried the mud at the bottom of the lake and turned it into a lowland. The silver gun was inserted there. Wang Qi walked over, held the gun, and put it into his spiritual space. He smiled bitterly: It was very powerful, but it almost killed me.

After a few days, Wang Qi fully recovered. He refreshed himself and was ready to test the gun again. The last time he tested the gun, his mental strength was almost exhausted, but this time he was in a complete state. He didn't believe that he could fully absorb his spiritual power in this way. Last time the lake was destroyed, Wang Qi did not want to try in the manor this time. Just in case, he took Fern to a deeper mountain and pointed the gun at a mountain in front of him. As soon as the spiritual power moved, the strong suction appeared again, and his spiritual power and magic were sucked clean. The mountain in the distance was in front of the powerful shock wave. It was smashed like a piece of soil, and the power of the shock wave was several times greater than last time. But Wang Qi fainted again.

But this time it's much better than last time. Wang Qi woke up after sleeping for two days without that kind of severe pain, but he knew that there was no fixed power limit for this weapon. The greater the input energy, the greater the power. Of course, the power is good. You can faint every time. Can this weapon still be used?

Fortunately, Wang Qi has another way. He is very weak and is not suitable for close combat. This gun is originally prepared for the mental body. As long as the spirit is in a relatively independent state, it can use this gun without affecting Wang Qi.

It took Wang Qi more than ten days to recreate the spiritual body. In order to enable the spiritual body to act independently, Wang Qi began to try to completely cut off the connection of spiritual power. However, as soon as it lost its spiritual connection, it became no different from a puppet. It could only fight mechanically. No matter how Wang Qi tried, it could not be finished. Fully isolated. He had to retreat to the second place, divide his consciousness as much as possible, completely isolate it from the main consciousness, and use it to control the mental body. At the beginning, as soon as the spiritual body used a long gun, Wang Qi found that his spiritual power would also be completely sucked away, but when this connection was adjusted several times, this finally did not happen again. However, after the mental body uses the long gun, it will not only completely lose its combat effectiveness, but even disintegrate itself. That is to say, it takes at least ten days to recreate it, and it is far less powerful than Wang Qi. But anyway, with this long gun, there is another guarantee for safety. Wang Qi believes that even if the mage at the tutor level is directly hit, he will definitely die.

In addition to the energy attack, this long gun also has a special feature, that is, the bright light on the body of the gun. As soon as any magic approaches it, it will immediately disappear without a trace. Wang Qi found that in order to fully exert its power, he had to learn some simple gunnery. He couldn't help thinking of the two siblings of the Ye family. Aren't they from the martial arts family? Won't they pass on a set of two sets of gun skills? It's much better to learn a little fur than to wave it randomly.

Ye Feng went out of school, waved goodbye to several classmates, and walked home alone. He has been back to Europe for more than a month, but Wang Qi has never contacted him. His mage level is still at the fourth level. He can't help but not be anxious. Although he is only 16 years old today, it is very amazing to reach the fourth level. It is. However, the previous rapid upgrade has made him used to this speed, and the sudden slowdown made him very uncomfortable.

Wang Qi hasn't replied for a long time, which makes him anxious. If something really happens to him, who else can let him improve his strength quickly?

Ye Feng walked through a sloping street, climbed over a wall, and was ready to take a shortcut home. At this time, his ears suddenly moved and stopped. He found a magic wave source at the corner in front of him, which was coming here, and the magic had begun to be released.

Ye Feng took out the sword that Wang Qi gave him. After becoming a magician, he did not leave the sword. Even when he went to school, he took it with him. He just wrapped it carefully with a cloth, that is, someone asked that a slight mind control could solve the problem. After he took out his sword, the man stopped.

"Come out, you don't have to hide anymore." Ye Feng shouted.

"Will I hide from you?" A man in his thirties walked out of the corner and said, "You are just a fourth-level mage. Do I need to hide?"

"The level does not represent strength," Ye Feng waved gently, pointed to the other party with a long sword, and said, "What's the matter with you looking for me?"

"Actually, nothing happened, but you are very unfortunate. I was injured by a Chinese mage last year, and I have hated the Chinese very much since then. Especially when he was a mage. Men's way.

Ye Feng looked at each other carefully. The man's expression was very weak and his eyes were a little empty, giving him a very strange feeling. Is he really human? Ye Feng muttered in his heart.

"Really, you have found the right person. It's probably my master who hurt you," Ye Feng said coldly. "I also want to tell you one thing. I don't like any foreigner in the first place. If you can't kill me today, I will hate you more. Maybe you will all die under my hands in the future."