The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Qi Xia has always been a lazy appearance, even when he was on the shift test, he did not seem to do his best.

"Teacher, do you know that the magician can cast spells without having to sing after he reaches the level?" Shen Yanxiao thought of Qixia's strange behavior during the placement test, and she was curious.

The cloud wrinkled and frowned: "Don't sing? The magician's skills take a while to sing. The powerful magician can shorten the singing time, but I don't want to sing at all, I am afraid that Ouyang Huanyu is so big. The Magister can do it."

Big Magister?

Is Qi Xia a great magician?

Shen Yan Xiao Biaoba eyes, I feel that this conclusion is really ... it is hard to believe.

Sixteen-year-old magister?

This is no longer a genius and metamorphosis, this thing is called God!

Shen Yanxiao thinks that although Qixia is tyrannical, it should not be able to compete with Ouyang Huanyu, so it is absolutely impossible to be a big magician.

Can't get clues from singing, Shen Yanxiao simply doesn't want to.

The game also started at this time.

Throughout the venue, there were three hundred and sixty collapses, and the moment the game bell rang, the heat was on the rise.

The dazzling magical light flashes in the magical platform, like a splendid fireworks. On the stage of the swordsman, the sword was like a rainbow, and the roar of the beast echoed the sound of the metal crashing through the venue.

On the platform of the archers, the dense arrows of the rain fell, and the agile figure turned into a virtual shadow, moving quickly in attack and counterattack.

The battles of the magicians, swordsmen, and archers are fierce, as if bloodshed could occur at any time.

Compared to these three areas, the area of ​​knights, priests and pharmacists is much quieter.

However, regardless of fierce fighting or hidden murder, it did not affect someone in the ring.

Qi Xia stood lazily on the platform, holding a beautiful and gorgeous staff in his hand on the side of his leg. He stood still and did not seem to be attacking.

The young magician standing opposite Qi Xia came from a middle school. When he realized that he was about to face it, it was actually the genius magician Qi Xia. This boy only had no shouting in the sky: "Why is God so fooling? I!"

Qi Xia does not move, the young magician does not dare to move, he is top-notch in his own college, but his college is just a secondary school, if it is to the magician branch of Yves Saint Laurent College, can you squeeze in before Ten are all problems.

Not to mention the first match against the Saint Laurent College Wizard Division.

In the past, one minute and one second, the people in the Qixia side were slow to see the two of them moving, and each one was somewhat listless, and they could only helplessly focus on other platforms.

Qi Xia is like a okay person, standing on the ring, not shooting, not snoring.

Let his opponent rush an cold sweat, to face such a prestigious opponent, the pressure of the young magician is very big!

He had already prepared for being killed by Qi Xia, but the beast had not been shot yet, and his opponent was still covered by fear and tension.

This is absolutely a psychological torture that is more ferocious than a direct deaf!

The young magician waited for a long time and didn't see Qi Xia's shot. My heart was already crying.