The expected magic did not appear. Zhao Hao suddenly had his face twisted and he squatted down with his head in his arms, as if he was enduring great pain.

Spell backlash!

"Do you want to call 120 for you?" Yan Chong asked jokingly.

"Hiss~hiss~Don't, don't leave first!" Zhao Hao took a few breaths of cold air and said quickly.

He didn't want to faint because he was mistaken for practicing meditation. The classmate who forced meditation to be unconscious in physical education class a few days ago has been secretly ridiculed by many people.

In just a few days, the chain of contempt among professionals has emerged. Many people are eager to practice meditation, but they are not talented, so they have a faint sense of envy, jealousy and hatred for their talented classmates.

And for those classmates who are as talented as them but are hard-working as they are, they do not admire or sympathize with them, but they have the pleasure of betraying the revolutionary spy and finally being repaid.

Zhao Hao was sure that if he was really sent to the hospital, the class and even the entire grade would definitely not be short of guys who gloat about him.

"Look, that fat man doesn't have the talent for meditation but often pretends to be able to practice!" Zhao Hao had already imagined how others would laugh at him at that time. Even if he forcibly explained that he was sent to the hospital because of the spell backlash, who would believe it?

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao suddenly felt that the headache had slowed down a lot, and he couldn't help but be stunned: "I didn't faint! Haha, it seems that my talent is really good!"

"Are you okay?" When he finally calmed down, he opened his eyes with tears in his eyes and saw the other three looking at him curiously, especially Yang Wen, showing his eyes as if he was watching a guinea pig on the laboratory bench.

"It's okay, it's nothing, it's just a small mistake!" Zhao Hao wiped his fat face with the sleeve of his school uniform, which had been painted with snot and tears, and said indifferently.

Yang Wen was a little disappointed when she heard this. She was about to take out her cell phone and take a picture.

Yan Chong just witnessed Zhao Hao's casting spells throughout the whole process. There was no error in chanting and no problem with gestures. In fact, casting spells only requires the operation of mental power. Chanting spells and gestures is just an auxiliary, which is a kind of self-suggestion. Because mental power is too illusory at the beginning, ordinary people can only drive their own thoughts. Therefore, if you want to accurately operate your mental power according to the magic circle, you cannot do without chanting and gestures.

After reaching the advanced level, chanting and gestures are a stable way, which can reduce the probability of backlash.

However, Zhao Hao was still not skilled enough and was a little panicked. In addition, he had too little magic reserve in his spiritual sea, so he rashly cast spells without being full, which eventually led to a backlash.

If he fills his spiritual sea with magic, it will be fine to use a D-level trick.

But he can only cast spells once, unless his cultivation level is improved a little further.

Now, he has lost the opportunity to play in a short time. The magic backlash has left his current spiritual sea empty and a drop of magic power is gone.

However, the backlash did not make him faint, and Yan Chonggao glanced at him, thinking that this guy had a good willpower.

"You were chanting this just now!" At this time, Yang Wen also recited a spell and made seals with his hands. He was more than twice as skilled as Zhao Xiaopang just now. His flexible and slender fingers had a harmonious beauty.

Ten seconds later, as Yang Wen stretched out his hand, translucent balls with a diameter of about one centimeter flew out of her hand and hit the ground four or five meters away, leaving behind bullet craters.

Arcane missiles!

The attributeless D-level trick has the power comparable to a small-caliber bullet. Of course, the effective range is limited, only 20 to 30 meters, but for ordinary people, it can be said to be a big killer weapon.

"You, you, you! Squad leader, haven't you been practicing breathing methods these days?" Zhao Hao said dumbfounded. Chen Rongxuan couldn't help but hold his glasses and his face became serious.

"I'm practicing dual cultivation! After I got home and finished my homework, I practiced meditation before going to bed. I didn't expect it to be quite simple." Yang Wen said with a relaxed tone, but anyone could feel the uncontrollable pride in her plain words.

Chen Rongxuan was in a serious mood. He was the fastest among the small groups practicing meditation in Class 2. Now he can use his mental power to continuously operate the meditation graphics seven times. Although three times mean that he has successfully advanced to the Black Iron-level magician, can feel the elements of heaven and earth, and learn magic, but he hopes to lay a solid foundation, so he set a small goal for himself ten consecutive times.

Basic is the most important thing. He has always believed in the principle of sharpening a knife and chopping wood, so he did not rush to exchange magic skills. As for higher-level martial arts, he still wanted to wait for the basic meditation method to be run ten times in a row before redeeming it. This would not take him much time.

However, unexpectedly, Zhao Hao, a guy with thick eyebrows and small eyes, betrayed him and secretly practiced magic skills. Moreover, the squad leader Yang Wen actually pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger. Not only did he practice dual cultivation, he also smoothly performed a magic!

This damn obsessive-compulsive disorder!

He turned his head slightly and looked at Yan Chong. This guy who took him first should have been focusing on studying recently. It is impossible for him to do it.

However, he saw Yan Chong chanting the spell, which was different from Zhao Hao and Yang Wen chanting. After seven or eight seconds, nothing happened, but it did not retaliate like Zhao Hao.

Chen Rongxuan was still confused when he heard Yang Wen say in surprise: "No attribute magic, greasy technique?"

At this time, he followed Yang Wen's gaze and looked at the ground in front of him, and suddenly found that a pool of greasy objects had appeared on the ground.

Zhao Hao was also surprised. He walked over quickly, squatted down, and pointed a little on the greasy thing like a policeman, then placed the index finger on the nose and sniffed it, and then licked it.

"Uh, not oil." He frowned and came to the conclusion.

Of course it is not oil. Non-attribute magic is a magic composed of four basic elements. The combination of the four basic elements changes and each has its own effects.

Zhao Hao took out his pocket, took out a silver lighter, and then lit the greasy beach on the ground.

"Si~Si~"

The flames suddenly rose, and the greasy substance on the ground quickly ignited into a piece, and a faint blue smoke emerged.

"It can really burn!" Zhao Hao said excitedly. He wished he could learn this magic quickly. Playing with fire was extremely attractive to him.

"Zhao Hao, you probably wet the bed a lot when you were a child." Yang Wen couldn't help but complain.

"I have to remind you that this is the community basketball court, and setting fire is illegal! Be careful to burn the ground and ask you to compensate." Chen Rongxuan reminded.

"Why are you students playing with fire here? Let's put it out quickly!" At this time, the windows opened on a building next to the basketball court, and an aunt shouted.

Zhao Hao realized that something was wrong and quickly prepared to use his feet to wipe out the flames on the ground.
Chapter completed!