Chapter 248： I have an aura

"Xiao Fan, I called you today to discuss something with you." The patriarch sat in the first place, and said martially.

"Uncle Patriarch, you don't have to be so polite. Just tell me what you want to do."

"Then I will speak straight." The patriarch smiled and said, "It's like this. Not long ago, Wang Cheng spread the news that he would hold a magic teacher contest in the palace, and let the young illusionists in the fantasy world work together. Participate. The original person I chose was Moze. Now that you are back, come and ask if you want to go together. "

"I don't have to ask you to go, the patriarch uncle just came to ask you if you want to go. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't go, it's enough to have Moze go. What do you think, Xiaofan?"

The celebrity King Wang said in the mouth of the patriarch played a significant role in the plot. This was the first step in fame outside Moze, the first turning point in his life.

Mo Fan said without hesitation, "I'll go."

The smile on the patriarch's face deepened. "Okay, I'll let people arrange it at that time."

"I'm not very worried about Mo Ze's strength, but I'm a bit of a small family with a fantastic illusionist in the fantasy world. Since you are willing to go with you, I am really relieved."

This will be the first step in Mo's fame.

"Thank you, Patriarch Uncle for your appreciation."

"You are his disciple. I don't believe you, who else can I believe in?" The patriarch said with relief.

Mo Fan smiled wryly.

Outside the house, Moze, who happened to be looking for the patriarch, heard the conversation inside the room, his face twisted for a moment. He stood darkly outside the door for a while and quietly left.

Originally, he wanted to discuss the arrangement of Wang Cheng's fantasy fight with the patriarch. Now it seems that he has done all this. The patriarch had more ideas in his mind than he did.

"Why ?! I've been in business for many years. Isn't it better than a disciple's name?" Back in the room, Moze shouted anxiously in his head.

This is the disciple of that person, of course you can't compare. The old man thought so, but comforted Moze in his mouth. "Calm down, as long as you can beat him, nothing is a problem."

The problem is, he is very clear that he can't compare with each other. Moze became more and more bored.

The old man will help Mozer, the main reason is that Moser's essence blood dripped on the magic stone. And the connection he established with Symphony made him the same as Symphony, and recognized him as the main.

At first, the old man admired Mozer.

Moze was just a bitch, but he had a persevering heart. But as time went on, the old man found out that whenever Mo Ze encountered Mo Fan, all his calmness and rationality had vanished.

Mo Ze has the power of luck, Mo Fan's existence is like an air absorber, and he absorbs the luck of Mo Ze little by little.

With these changes, Moze became more and more embarrassed.

This is a natural opportunity. The old man didn't dare to speak to Mo Ze, and only reminded the other party to be careful and not to be too public.

However, a smooth life made Mo Ze's heart too easy to be touched, not strong enough and forbearing. If this cannot be changed, the other party can never become a truly powerful illusionist.

The old man can say without hesitation, using the method he teaches to practice illusions, as long as this person is not a really ignorant fool, it is enough to achieve no low achievements in the fantasy world.

In the eyes of the elderly, Moze's progress is just average. This progress relies more on the cultivation methods that the fantasy world has long lost.

Even another ordinary person who has never practiced illusions, using the methods taught by the old man and practicing like Moze, can achieve Moze's current achievements.

Looking at Moze's jealous look, the old man sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, there were too few setbacks.

In the plot, Moze is not much better than this time. But there is no Mo Fan in the plot, which is enough to surpass him. Therefore, Mo Ze's shortcomings were modified a little bit in his growth, and eventually he became a powerful mental and physical illusionist.

But now, Mo Fan's existence has exaggerated Mo Ze's defects.

After about a quarter of an hour, a servant outside the door asked Mozer to meet the patriarch and said that the patriarch had something to tell him. Moze took a deep breath, converged his expression, got up to open the door, and walked towards the chief's study.

In addition to the illusionist, this world also has a profession called "Martial Art."

The illusionist illusion originates from the mental power in the brain, and the warrior relies on physical strength, a substance called "qi".

With the loss of illusions, the decline of illusionists and the rise of martial arts, the martial arts master's status on the mainland is getting higher and higher, and the illusionist masters are becoming less and less important.

This time, Wang Cheng's battle, except for magic battles, and martial arts, were conducted together. In other words, Wang Cheng held two big matches at the same time.

Although the purpose of Wang Cheng holding a big match is unknown, it is undeniable that this is a grand event on the entire continent.

Since the fall of illusion, for several hundred years, the level of competition has dropped sharply. Wang Cheng also gradually increased the interval between competitions, and later completely abolished the system.

The management of the fantasy world is loose, and the illusion seems to lose its meaning with the cancellation of the battle, killing the illusionist's aggressiveness.

The belief to become stronger is not inherent, but a larger part of the stimulus from the outside world. Originally relying on competition, or fame, or to learn from the teacher, but now I can only get a flashy reward, I do not know where to go.

It's not enough love, but this love is too lonely. And long-term loneliness is not tolerated by humans belonging to social groups. As a result, the number of illusion practitioners has doubled.

The two phases are superimposed and the illusion is falling, but it is a matter of time.

It doesn't matter why illusions are down. Importantly, the role of illusions today is minimal.

It is rejected because it is not needed. It's that simple.

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King City is located thousands of miles away from the town, and the Mo nationality already belongs to the northern fringe. The distance from the snow peak in the far north is nothing but a mountain forest and a grassland. From this aspect, we can also see the status of illusion on the mainland.

As the first large-scale competition held in hundreds of years, both the illusionist and martial arts attach great importance. Not only are the youngsters participating in the competition, as long as there are conditions, the youngsters in the tribe will go together to increase their knowledge. The team leader is also the elder with great decision-making power in the clan.

Mo Fan's transportation is a carriage, so it is not fast. However, they had enough time to stop and go all the way. When they arrived at Wangcheng, it was still three days before the official start of Tabitha.

The steps to take part in Taibei are simple. As long as you have the proof of identity, you can register. The so-called entry criteria are limited by age.

Because the communication of the fantasy world was blocked for nearly a century, the king of Wangcheng did not know much about the fantasy world magician. Therefore, Bidou first adopted the sea election mode to select 100 outstanding winners, and then entered the formal contest.

The election site is located in an open area outside the city of Wangcheng, with a temporary competition platform set up on it, which can be played by dozens of participants at the same time. There are many people participating in the competition. If it is divided into groups and groups, I am afraid that it will not be over for a few months.

Even so, it took half a month for the election to be officially concluded, which was still from morning to night. From this, it is also sufficient to prove how large the crowd involved in the competition.

However, this does not mean that there are a large number of illusionists existing on the mainland, but the registration conditions are too broad, that is, only some market figures who are juggling with their hands will also flood into the city. ~ Ann

Wangcheng covers an area of ​​hundreds of miles, but it cannot tolerate most humans on the mainland. During the election, everyone stayed in a temporary tent. Only through elections are relevant persons allowed to enter Wangcheng.

The Mo clan was personally led by the clan leader, accompanied by Mo Fan's father and mother.

Entering the King City, unlike the town's prosperity scene, a group of half-adolescents were so excited that they couldn't bear to turn their eyes. Without taking a few steps, they were behind the team some distance.

"You guys, you guys, when there will be time for you to play, give me the place to live first." The patriarch smiled and cursed.

"okay."

I thought that I would be able to play in the bustling urban area. Even if the teenagers stayed on the street, they couldn't help speeding up.

Although Mo Fan was also looking around, his footsteps kept on, his face was calm, and the chief of the watch kept nodding.

There were five Mo people who entered Dabi. In addition to Mo Fan, there were Moze and three other elder children, two men and one woman. I have to say that Moze can come to this point as a partial branch sister-in-law, and it can be regarded as a counterattack in life.

Moser himself is not satisfied with this, his goal is to compare the top three.

Mo Fan's strength is obvious to all. The young people in the clan often beat each other to fight with Mo Ze, but Mo Fan often refuses.

Obviously it was the other party's active concession, but it always made Mo Ze feel a sense of disdain.

The peers of the Buddhism clan who were "enveloped" by Mo Fan, including the elders, also reduced their vision on Mo Ze by more than half.

This time, he must let the people know who is the leader of the young people.

The hustle and bustle on the street couldn't attract Moze's attention. His mind was focused on how to defeat Mofan.

The patriarch inadvertently looked back and walked to the end, Mo Ze who lowered his eyebrows pleasingly to his eyes, and the expectation in his heart went a little again.

After packing up their luggage, and after the elders told him carefully, the teenagers went downstairs and went to the street.

Mo Fan had no interest in Wangcheng's street market, but Mo Ze had no thoughts, and the two of them stayed in the room.

As a result, there was a loud noise coming downstairs in the lobby. Mo Fan listened to the voice and got up to go out. He was meeting Mo Ze who opened the door of Xunsheng.

Mo Fan smiled at him, and Mo Ze nodded perfunctorly, saying hello.

In the middle of the hall, the two sides confronted each other. I don't know why they quarreled and could not argue.

When Mo Fan went downstairs, he could hear the elder leading the other party, "Illusionist? It's just a little juggling thing, but also‘ master ’? I ’m sorry for you all!”

The teenagers behind the man all laughed loudly, his eyes haggling.

The patriarch blushed with anger, as if he had never seen such a rude person, staring at the other side, and could not say anything provocative or malicious.

Looking at each other's body shape, Mo Fan knew that the group must be martial arts.

The warrior's contempt for the illusionist is extremely strong, and most of the warriors are fierce and speak well. How can the contradiction arise?

"Grandpa, why bother with this kind of person." Mo Fan went to the clan and comforted softly.

The big man raised his voice and said angrily, "What is this kind of person?" Will you Huang Huanger speak? If not, let me teach you uncle! "

The big man was fierce and burly, with a fierce tone, and looked quite appealing. In fact, he used this trick to scare many experienced young people.

However, Mo Fan just looked at him lightly, and said, "Since you look down on our illusionist, how about a match?"

The big man hasn't spoken yet. The young man behind the big man laughed first, "Hahaha, he said he was going to compare with us? I heard that right? It really laughed at me. How can you compare us with your thin arms and legs? Use your gimmick of fun? "

The rest of the teenagers agreed and laughed.