[Physique: None]

Li Guanqi was stunned.

Next to him, the expectations in Ma Yuan's eyes were suddenly dashed, but he was not so disappointed. After all, this had been expected for a long time.

In fact, if it was the son of Tongyou, the blood should have turned purple as early as when the blood fell into the blood meter.

But no.

Therefore, Ma Yuan already knew the results when he first started taking the blood test, and waiting for the final display was just a last glimmer of hope.

And most importantly...

The son of Tongyou appears once in a thousand years!

The Ying Xiao who plundered Wei Mo Tongyou's blood is not dead yet, so how could a second Tongyou's son appear again?

Since he is not the son of Tongyou, then with Li Guanqi's healthy body... no, not only healthy, he has even become a warrior of different blood.

For a conjurer, a healthy body means poor conjuring qualifications.

So what if you are invincible at the same level?

No matter how invincible a low-level conjurer is, there is no point in doing so.

Ma Yuan suddenly became a little uninterested.

"etc……"

Mu Ya looked at Ma Yuan in confusion, "Guan Qi can perform spells at a higher level and can defeat more than 80 conjurers of the same level by himself. Such a huge amount of spiritual power is not a special physique?!"

"It's very special, but it's not a special constitution."

Ma Yuan smiled and explained: "With so many human beings, there will always be some special individuals. His total spiritual power is indeed amazing, but according to the regulations of the School of Magic, this kind of total spiritual power is different from

Ordinary people are not considered to have special physiques."

"Why?"

Mu Ya was puzzled.

"There is no reason." Ma Yuan spread his hands, "This is the rule of the Conjuration Academy. Your teacher and I are not qualified to refute this rule that has been passed down for more than four thousand years."

Mu Ya was still confused and didn't understand it at all.

"..."

Li Guanqi stood in front of the blood measuring ruler, silent, lowered his head, and tried to hide the joy in his eyes.

correct.

How did he think of it?

The blood meter can only detect special constitutions known to the magic world.

The body of Tongyou is of course known.

But Wei Mo's Nether Body is [Tongyou (Purple)], and it may even be worse. After all, he can't even command the curse insects.

And he is not.

His Nether Body has been upgraded a long time ago!

It’s [Tongyou (Red)]!

The Netherworld body that can command curse spirits is completely unknown to the entire curse world!

Therefore, this broken blood meter cannot detect his Netherworld body at all.

It was just a false alarm.

"Everyone, this is the full effect of the blood meter."

Ma Yuan looked at the magicians around him.

Several people looked at each other, and then one of the middle-aged women stood up and said with a smile: "Dean Ma Yuan, your invention is absolutely epoch-making. The preliminary review is of course not a problem. Please choose a time to go to the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China."

A trip to the main campus.”

"clear."

Ma Yuan nodded slightly. This was not his first time applying for an invention patent. After passing the preliminary examination, he had to go to the Central Headquarters for final determination.

This is the rule.

The rules of the School of Conjuration are outrageous.

Even if he is a seven-star magician, he still has to follow the rules.

"Dean Ma Yuan, let's resign first. We have to go back and file a record with you, Dean Ma Yuan."

"Excuse me, please walk slowly."

After the conjurers left, Ma Yuan also turned around, smiled at Mu Ya and said, "Okay, Xiaoya, come with the teacher, let's go to the Instrument Academy."

Ma Yuan put away the blood meter, turned around and walked towards the door.

Mu Ya, on the other hand, whispered a few words of farewell to Lianshan, then smiled and waved her hand to Li Guanqi, "Guanqi, see you on the day of the freshman ceremony!"

"Yeah, goodbye."

Li Guanqi also smiled and replied.

After they left, Lian Shan said to the only three people left: "People are different. There is no need to worry about these. Your college affiliation will have to be later. Now... who needs mechanical prosthetics? Already.

It’s okay if you have it, you can replace it.”

"I don't have to."

Dong Guo shook his head.

The mechanical prosthetic limbs at the School of Magic are free, but free ones are destined to be of low quality and cannot compare to the mechanical legs he spent a lot of money to buy.

As for the curse insect that regenerates limbs?

The spell insects distributed for free by the academy are all of the lowest level and need to be constantly fed with spiritual power. Unless they spend money to buy spiritual replenishing potions and drink dozens of bottles throughout the day, low-level spellcasters cannot afford them.

"I, I need."

At this time, Ji Jun, who had been silent all this time, spoke.

This young man named Feize also lowered his head when he spoke, his eyes averted, and he seemed a bit submissive.

But he is clearly the third runner-up.

Defeated the 28th branch of Southern Xinjiang. Except for Li Guanqi and Dong Guo, he was the third runner-up of all the magicians of the same level!

This was the first time Li Guanqi took a serious look at this young man.

He is about eighteen years old, with ordinary appearance, wearing a patched black robe of coarse cloth...

Oh, unlike nobles like Dongguo Muya, is Feize a grassroots magician who rose up from the slums step by step?

"I don't need it."

Li Guanqi looked at Lianshan and asked with a smile: "But can I follow you and have a look?"

"certainly."

Lian Shan nodded, and then said to Dongguo: "Wait here, don't run around, other teachers will come over soon to register the student status."

Having said that, without waiting for Dong Guo's response, the old man walked straight towards the door - he didn't seem to like Dong Guo very much.

Li Guanqi and Fei Ze followed Lianshan's footsteps.

"Hey, my name is Li Guanqi, from Daluo."

In the corridor, Li Guanqi approached Fei Ze and said something with a smile.

"ah?"

Fei Ze looked up at him in surprise, then immediately lowered his head and whispered: "Fei, Fei Ze, I am from Huishui in Southern Xinjiang."

Li Guanqi raised his eyebrows slightly.

Huishui, he had heard from Bulma at that time, was basically the most barren area in southern Xinjiang.

He looked at the submissive Feizer beside him and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Feize's situation is a bit like that of a grassroots college student who came from the mountains and had his own personality problems caused by environmental factors, family factors, and of course the most important ones are these two factors.

As a result, after he came to the larger world, he was never able to integrate with the people around him.

He's like the kind of poor student who is bullied by his rich classmates and has a weak personality.

Li Guanqi didn't like this.

Being poor means nothing.

Because you are poor, you see people around you wearing gold and silver, brand-name clothes, and expensive luxury goods, and then you feel inferior to others?

fart.

What's more, Feize's capital is much more than that. He is the third and third runner-up in the 28th branch of Southern Xinjiang!
To be continued...