Versatile Mage’s Holy Spirit Judgment

Chapter 80 Han Ji: Are you Ye Xuan? (Please subscribe!)
In a change of scenery, the Ancient Capital Bell Tower Magic Association is about ten kilometers away from the outer city wall. This is the most rigorous place.

This almost covers many powerful magicians who will take action to deal with the undead when necessary. As for some time on weekdays...

A special encirclement and suppression team will also be dispatched to prevent the undead from touching the outer city wall that is being built. Yesterday, the school gave them a call to postpone it for a day.

In the office hall where the crowd is intertwined, mages wearing all kinds of clothes and with different levels of magic cultivation are busy with today's necessities.

On the second floor, at the end of the interior, an office with no noise was specially set up.

The reminder sign above said - the president's office, no one is allowed to enter.Sitting in the back room was naturally the leader of the Magic Association.

Han Ji has a lot to do every day. As the president of the magic association in the ancient capital, the land of the dead, he is very busy every day.

The black hair has become much paler, but there is still a sense of energy on the face, so full of vitality.

Then, after dealing with the last task at present, Han Ji rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock beside him, it was already 08:30 in the morning.

"Forget it... the troubles here in the ancient capital are always endless, but to deal with them, I have to try my best to keep up."

Han Ji muttered to himself, then stood up, opened the door and walked out, arriving at the office hall on the first floor. All the civilian staff shouted with respect after seeing him.

Just as Han Ji walked to the door...

A staff member here trotted forward, took a breath, and said positively, "Chairman Han Ji is going out to buy breakfast? Why don't I help you?"

Everyone knows the president's hard work, but Han Ji did not accept the civil servant's kindness. He patted him on the shoulder and said softly:

"No, you can go about your business. I'm always bored in the office and I need to breathe some fresh air."

After finishing speaking, with a smile on his face, Han Ji walked out of the Magic Association slowly.

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Although he is the president, he has no pretensions. When he walked into the alley full of fireworks, the residents were not too restrained. In fact, it was more because they didn't see Han Ji's respectable face.

In the end, I sat at the wonton shop on the side of the street. This place is different from the real commercial street of the ancient capital. It is a small shop on the side of the street instead of a store.

Han Ji didn't like to make public, so this was the best choice. It was still the same, the steaming hot wontons were served on the table, she leaned over slightly, shook the spoon and started to enjoy...

"Have you heard that when we were outside the city wall yesterday, a new student from Pearl Academy killed many slaves!"

"That's right, that's right, I've heard of this too, it seems like he killed a thousand undead, right? But I guess, someone helped him."

"That's right. None of us have witnessed it with our own eyes. It seems that he is just an intermediate mage and it is all a gimmick."

There is another advantage here. Han Ji can hear some little gossip when he comes here every day when he is nervous.There is something funny and fun to be able to relax properly.

At this moment, his brows were slightly frowned, and his ears couldn't help but move closer as a voice came from behind. The middle-level mage could kill a thousand undead... It's almost impossible, and the magic power can't be maintained.Even the light system is probably enough.

"That's not right! The news I heard is different from you guys. Did you hear it from Aunt Wang next door? According to the news I heard, that boy's combat effectiveness is even comparable to that of a commander!"

"The generals seem to have killed a dozen of them, and those servant-level undead are delivering food." There were three people gathered at that table, two of them said the same thing, and one was independent.

In fact, the Dharma has been passed down from person to person, and there are no longer known how many versions it has. "Ding ding" and "cough cough", two sounds came out at the same time, and the ceramic spoon hit the empty bowl. Listening to these strange words, Ye Xuan, who was sitting at the other table, choked instantly...

What are these? !Do those who spread rumors and break the law know!
It's still at the commanding level, why don't you say that I can beat the mountain corpse on the floor by myself! ?
The direction of the discussion is getting more and more outrageous, and those few people are talking like a raging fire.

For example, if there is another night of fighting, there are so many warriors like a sea, Ye Xuan really can't help it, "Brothers, I don't know the whole picture, so I won't comment!"

A sudden voice broke in, and the three big men were a little dazed, and then argued, "You're so sure, don't you have witnessed the scene?"

Of course, the three big men were not happy about the dismissed statement.

Ye Xuan is not a vegetarian. It has already been spread anyway, so what if he tells the true version?
There are too many mages who kill undead. Ye Xuan can be a hit right now, but he will probably be forgotten soon, but now, he doesn't want to hear any distorted facts.

"First of all, a thousand undead is a guaranteed number, and secondly, there are no generals running around, comparable to the commander, etc. This is all nonsense."

"I have only killed three war generals, namely the Corpse General Iron Fist Corpse General, and two ghost generals, the Spider General and the Ghost General. As for the other miscellaneous, they are all nonsense!"

"Oh, I'll go." The three men stared wide-eyed, looking at you and mine. The young man in front of him was able to speak in such detail that he had two brushes.

"Could it be...you are the guy in the rumors?" A big man asked.

"Yes, so please, if you encounter those who spread rumors, especially those who exaggerate endlessly, please nip them in the cradle." Ye Xuan sincerely begged.

Hearing this, Han Ji became completely interested. He picked up the wontons in his hands and sat down in front of Ye Xuan. It was his free time now.

Looking at each other, Ye Xuan couldn't help but tremble. The middle-aged man in front of him exuded a faint aura, but he couldn't figure it out. His strength was at least at an advanced level.

"Are you Ye Xuan?" Han Ji sat down familiarly.

"It's me. But you..." Ye Xuan was confused.

"Don't be too panicked. I'm just a citizen. I just heard about your glorious deeds and was a little curious." Han Ji smiled.

Since the other party did not recognize him, Han Ji would not reveal his identity at will. The gimmick of the president of the Bell Tower Magic Association is still a big one.

"I really want to know. Although being able to enter the main campus of Pearl Academy does have some strength, it is too reluctant for a mid-level mage to be able to kill thousands of undead on his own."

Maybe some middle-level full-time cultivators who also take into account the high-quality defensive magic equipment may be able to do it, but Han Ji has sharp eyes and can judge the breath, so as to know the specific cultivation base.

(End of this chapter)