Magic Chef of Ice and Fire

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Nian Bing stood up slowly. At such a young age, his eyes showed a stern look, and deep hatred burned in his heart, "The dignity of the Ice God Tower? Dad said that the Ice God Tower with a glamorous appearance, only It's just a pile of rubbish. Want to get back the Ice and Snow Goddess Stone? Don't dream, I won't give it to you even if I die, it is the last thing my mother gave me, you all go to death." Without any warning, both fists simultaneously Swinging forward, the left is red and the right is blue, and the two rays of light cover the three ice mages in front of them with different auras. Those are fireball and waterball, two magics with only one level, which can be used without chanting spells. Ice and fire appearing at the same time is an achievement that he himself did not expect.

There was a flash of light in the eyes of the Ice and Snow Priest, and he quickly chanted a few simple characters. A soft wall of water appeared out of thin air, and the collision of water and fire produced a mist of water. There was a sudden movement in his heart, and he thought something was wrong. When I wanted to make a move again, it was already too late.

His young body fell from the peak, and he jumped out of the cliff without any hesitation. With a plop, the figure submerged into the turbulent river, only splashing faint ripples. Nian Bing's voice still echoed in the ears of the three ice and snow mages, and they finally understood the meaning of not handing over the stone of the ice and snow goddess even if they died.

The ice priest took a few steps forward, walked to the edge of the cliff, and sighed softly, "What a strong child."

"Master Ice and Snow Priest, how is this possible? He is so young, how can he cast two kinds of magic instantly? And they are magics that conflict with each other." The Ice and Snow Mage on the left looked at the rushing river below in surprise.

The Ice and Snow Priest said calmly: "That's not because of his high magic power, but because he not only has the Ice and Snow Goddess Stone of Uncle Ice, but also the Flame God's Stone that melts the sky. A real ability, but it is not surprising to inspire simple primary magic. However, ice and fire are mutually restraining, but the two primary magics used at the same time do not seem to conflict with each other. This really makes me a little confused. It seems that, This kid is extremely gifted in magic."

The mage on the right said bitterly: "Unfortunately, we don't have enough magic power to freeze the rushing river, otherwise we will definitely get these two precious stones. Lord Ice and Snow Priest, what should we do with our mission? Before, we might as well just search him.

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The Ice and Snow Priest glanced at him, the coldness in his eyes made the sorcerer shiver all over, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Remember, to practice magic, you must first cultivate your heart. Without a peaceful heart, your magic ability will never reach the high level. This mission ended in failure. I will take all the responsibility. Let's go back. Great goddess of ice and snow! Please lend me your anger and send us to the other side of the lost." At some point, he had a magic wand about one meter long in his hand, and the body of the wand showed a crystal blue color. , made of something unknown, the head of the staff grasps a demon with eight claws, stretches out eight elf-like fingers like stars holding the moon, and grabs a transparent gem.

Slowly raising the staff, the ice element gradually became violent in the air, and the sky also became dark. What is the anger of the Ice and Snow Goddess? It's an ice storm.

Ice and snow storm, a six-level large-scale ice magic, with ordinary attack power and extremely wide range.

The snowflakes are flying, causing the temperature in the air to drop sharply. This is the favorite environment of the Ice and Snow Mage. In the dark sky, the wind and snow are raging.

The two ice and snow mages responded, and their whole bodies were wrapped in a faint blue light, flying up like a snowflake, drifting with the wind and snow, and heading towards the Ice God Tower. Ice and snow storms are most suitable for short-distance flying by ice mages. Although they cannot fly continuously like wind mages, they are faster than wind mages during short distances.

After the companion left, Bingxue worshiped Binglu with his gaze cast on the wide Tianqing River for the last time, and sighed softly: "Everything is up to the heavens to decide, Uncle Bing, there is only these things I can do for you." His level of magic could have forcibly killed Nian Bing when he was escaping, but the kindness in his heart prevented him from doing so, leaving the last chance for the poor child who lost his parents.

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Chaji walked from the Peach Blossom Forest to the bank of the Tianqing River, glanced at the fishing net in his hand, and said to himself: "Improve your life, eat green vegetables every day, no matter how delicious it is, your body will always lack nutrition. Net a few herrings , nourish my old body."

The fresh air was slightly humid, breathing in the nose made him feel very comfortable. Cha Ji, who is fifty-seven years old this year, has lived here for ten years, and he is very familiar with everything around him.

With trembling hands, he barely grasped the fishing net, and with his arms and hands, he cast the fishing net out. Although it was only four or five meters away, for Tianqinghe, which is rich in fish products, as long as he has the patience to wait, he will surely Won't leave empty handed. Fixing the fishing net by his side and tying one of the fishing lines to his wrist, Cha Ji leaned against a big tree beside him and sat down. In the hot summer, it is indeed a good choice to enjoy the shade under the tree.

Just now when he sat down, the fishing line in Chaji’s hand suddenly shook violently, his closed eyes opened, and his eyes flashed, “I can’t be so lucky. Usually, it takes some time to get the fish. It’s in stock. It’s broken, why is it not a fish, my poor fishing net!” When his eyes fell on the river, what he saw was a piece of wood. The wood was not big, about one meter long, as thick as a human leg, exactly It got entangled in his not-so-strong fishing net, and he knew without looking at it that the fishing net was probably scrapped.

Before Cha Ji had time to lament his poor luck, he found that there were a pair of slender arms on the log, and there were people, and there were people in the river. Not daring to be negligent, he quickly wrapped the fishing line around his legs, and strode farther to the shore. With the strength of his legs, he brought the piece of wood and the person to the shore.

"No—" Nian Bing sat up abruptly, panting heavily. There was a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

The sound of birds chirping clearly entered his ears, and the soft light shone on his body, bringing some warmth. He shook his head vigorously, and his mind became a little more stable. Judging from the warm feeling, he knew that he was not dead yet. His heartbeat gradually stabilized, and he looked around. This seemed to be a small wooden house, except for the bed where I was, there seemed to be no excessive decorations around it, and there was a lot of dust in the room, obviously it was not cleaned frequently.

"You're awake." A tired voice sounded, the wooden door opened with a toothache, and a person walked in from the outside.

Nian Bing curled up his body subconsciously, "You, who are you?"

"Your savior." Cha Ji went to the bed and sat down, put the bowl in his hand on the wooden table beside him, looked at Nian Bing with a smile, and thought to himself: What a handsome child.

Recalling everything that happened in the past few days in his mind, Nian Bing's whole body shook slightly, and he touched his arms subconsciously. The hard object was still there, which made him relieved, and tentatively asked: "Is it true?" You saved me?" As he spoke, he looked at the old man in front of him, he looked to be in his sixties, his black hair had turned gray, his wrinkles showed the weather of time, and he had a kind smile on his face , looks very ordinary.

Zha Ji took it for granted, "Of course it's me. Otherwise, who do you think it could be? You are lucky to be able to hold on to the wood. Do you know how hard it took me to bring you back? I'm so exhausted." I am an old man. Little guy, eat something, your broken wood has smashed my fishing net, and now there is only vegetable porridge to drink."

Previously in shock, Nian Bing didn't feel too much about his body. Now when he heard Chaji let him eat, he realized that his belly was almost attached to his back. At that time, after he jumped into the Tianqing River, the severe pain caused by the slapping of the water almost made him faint, and he grabbed a piece of wood miraculously after being rushed hundreds of meters with both hands, with a strong desire to survive Make him cling to the wood. It was his luck that the Tianqing River was extremely wide and there were no protruding rocks, so he was saved after hitting Chaji's fishing net.

He took a cautious look at Zha Ji, and then he picked up the bowl of vegetable porridge that didn't emit any aroma. When he saw the situation in the bowl, he couldn't help being stunned. The white porridge looked extremely viscous and seemed to be shining with a faint crystal luster. Pieces of green vegetables, although not uniform in size, were scattered on the white porridge. Among them, it seems to be able to feel the breath of life contained in it. When it is close, the whole bowl of porridge exudes a faint fragrance, which makes Nian Bing can't help eating. How did he know that at the beginning, such a bowl of ordinary vegetable porridge, known as the emerald white jade porridge in the mainland food industry, was definitely not something ordinary people could drink. The key lies not in the ingredients, but in the cooking method. ()