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In this world, the soul is the basis for everyone's cultivation, and it can be transformed into attack power and defense power.

The attack power is divided into Dou Qi and Xuan Qi.

In other words, you can transform your soul into Dou Qi or Xuan Qi, that is, become a Dou Ji or a Warlock.

Before, Ziyun had transformed all his soul into Dou Qi. Now, the cultivator has no mysterious energy in his body. This is what makes Ziyun feel the most worried.

Zhou Hong, who was charming and graceful, walked in swaying her figure. The lessons given by these instructors were actually repeated. First, it was to allow the students to have a profound understanding of the theoretical knowledge of magic cultivation, and secondly, it was because there was only so much content after all, and there was nothing to say if they wanted to say more.

"Everyone knows that warlocks are the most noble combat profession in battle. They will not charge like fighters. We only need to release our magic gracefully to obtain powerful lethality. Therefore, we warlocks will generally convert all our souls into attack power, that is, our mysterious energy, so as to ensure that we can obtain the maximum lethality during battle." Zhou Hong said with a faint smile.

Even Ziyun had to admire that Zhou Hong was telling the same content every year, every month, every day, and how perseverance it took to be able to continue to talk with such passion.

Zhou Hong paused for a moment, looked at Ziyun with a careful face, nodded with satisfaction and said, "But we have a genius here, who had transformed his soul into fighting spirit before. In this way, it would be a bit difficult for this genius."

Ziyun felt the gaze around him, laughed dryly, and did not dare to speak.

"Of course, he is not unable to practice magic. He just needs to transform his soul into mysterious energy, but he needs to put in more effort." Zhou Hong said with a smile, "There are many double cultivation of Dou Xuan. Although their strength is not very good, perhaps our geniuses have the ability to break this theorem."

Ziyun coughed dryly and asked with a wry smile: "Are the people who are both Dou Xuan cultivators strong?"

I felt a little distressed. Could it be that my decision to choose to enter the School of Art is wrong?

Zhou Hong smiled and said, "That may be wrong. You must know that you can transform your own mysterious energy and Dou Qi at will. However, under the realm of the Nine Heavens Emperor, it is better to only focus on practicing one profession, so that you can have enough time to strengthen your strength."

Lian Xing beside Ziyun saw Ziyun's distressed expression and sneered.

When Ziyun's actions were still held a grudge in his heart, when he saw Ziyun's failed expression, a burst of pleasure arose in Lianxing's heart.

Ziyun nodded in annoyance, then his eyes emitted a light, staring at Zhou Hong and asked, "Why can you transform your own Dou Qi and Xuan Qi at will at will?"

"Control." Zhou Hong smiled and said, "When you reach their level, your control over your soul is extremely strong, which can allow them to convert their own mysterious energy or fighting energy in an instant. Our strength is weak, and our control over yourself is not as strong as theirs. We can only describe it as weak."

"All attack power is transformed from the soul, that is, as long as your control over the soul is extremely strong, your own fighting energy and mysterious energy can be transformed instantly without being troubled by the profession." Ziyun's eyes became brighter, as if he had found a bright path, and was very excited.

Zhou Hong pursed her lips and remained silent, and the rest of the students made a noise.

Such behavior only exists in theory.

In other words, the soul can be transformed into its own attack power and defense power, and the attack power is divided into Xuan Qi and Dou Qi.

Just control your soul and turn it into a life of your heart, and you can transform your soul into a random transformation in your body, not only transforming it into your own Dou Qi Xuan Qi, but even when you receive an attack, you can instantly transform your soul into defense.

Not that no one has ever thought about this idea, and some people have even published such articles, but they all attracted disdain and sneering and ridicule.

This is not enough to say the control of the soul. Even those soul engravers who are extremely powerful and have reached the eighth level of strength can only shake their heads and smile bitterly.

The soul engraver can only control a few souls and engrave them into soul equipment.

But if you say that you can control your own soul, only a person with extremely powerful strength can do this.

This means that Ziyun's statement only exists in theory, and it is simply impossible to do it.

"He's a genius?"

"Damn, this is an idiot, and he is a waste. The fighting spirit he had originally practiced came here to practice sorcerers. Does he think that sorcerers can be practiced by anyone?"

"It's really a shame for such an elegant profession to join such an idiot."

"This idiot, let's go back to the Warrior Academy."

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Such sarcasm sounds one after another. Although Lin Chao was angry, his strength and qualifications were not enough to fight against so many people, and he could only glar at the people around him.

Lian Xing also had a sneer at first, but when he saw Ziyun's confident face and the dazzling shining light emitted from his eyes.

My heart seemed to be hit hard.

Is this an idiot’s idea or a confident idea.

Lian Xing didn't know, but suddenly, his heart was filled with the urge to believe that Ziyun could do it.

"Hmph, you're just an idiot." Lian Xing suddenly felt annoyed and shouted at Ziyun.

"Who knows?" Ziyun turned around and smiled faintly at Lian Xing.

Lian Xing's heart was hit hard again by an inexplicable force. The elegance, confidence, and inexplicable fearlessness made Lian Xing dare not even look at each other.

"This guy, a little pervert, huh, a guy without real strength, is just a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers and knows nothing about the cultivation of Xuanqi Douqi." Lian Xing thought in his heart.

But in my heart, it seemed like there was a lively deer pounding. What was the reason?

Zhou Hong looked at Ziyun facing the surroundings with a sarcastic sarcasm, Zhonghai was content with a confident and indifferent look, and the bright eyes in his eyes. Seeing the eyes in these eyes, it was like a lighthouse in the darkness, illuminating the direction of people's progress.

"I, I don't know if it's OK. It's just in theory." Zhou Hong suddenly became full of doubts about what he had always believed in, and his words were full of uncertainty.

"Since that's the case, then maybe I should give it a try." Ziyun nodded and said with a faint smile.

Zhou Hong's class was in a daze, and even his heart was pounding, afraid that Ziyun would say something again, questioning the theory he said.

Fortunately, Ziyun listened very carefully and did not refute it anymore.

Until the get out of class was over, Zhou Hong felt a sense of relief, looked at Ziyun and smiled.

"Sister, you are so beautiful today." Ziyun walked past Zhou Hong and said with a smile.

Zhou Hong was stunned. Before she could react, Ziyun had already taken Lin Chao away.

"This little pervert, idiot, hum." Lian Xing suddenly became inexplicably angry when he saw this scene and cursed in anger.

It was not until all the students left that Zhou Hong breathed a sigh of relief, found a stool and sat down.

"How is he?" A figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Hong.

Zhou Hong looked at the man and said lightly: "It's very unusual."

"Haha, it seems that he is really good to be able to let you say such words." The man said with a smile.

After a pause, the man said again, "Daughter, you..."

"Who is your daughter? I am just the instructor here." Zhou Hong said angrily and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!