Magic!

Russell couldn't help but take another look at this mass of black and purple tentacles and eyes.

For Subway, this old friend, because her character is so shy, calm, and well-behaved, Russell always subconsciously forgets that Clara is the juvenile body of some top extraordinary creature. When it comes to the special and golden status, The strength of your fingers may not be worse than your own.

Seeing the meaningful and excited looks of Russell and Subway, Clara waved her hands repeatedly:

"Don't say that, don't say that. I'm not that powerful. I'd be very embarrassed if I said that!"

…

The young boy Xing Tong and the young girl Violet looked at Russell and the other three hiding under the tree, their bodies invisible due to the illusion, and felt a lot of emotion in their hearts.

"Classmate Violet, should we also apply to hide with Russell and Subway classmates? Try to postpone it until 5 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I think Russell, Subway, and Clara will agree." Xingtong proposed herself idea.

"If you want to hide under the protection of their illusions, you can do that." Violet shrugged, "But their team is too strong. It's really a bit embarrassing to rely on their protection to pass the actual combat assessment."

"However, with our current injuries, if we bump into a hunter again, it will be difficult to escape." Young Xingtong looked at the clothes on his chest that were stained red with blood, and then looked at the many marks of burns and frostbite on his body. The purple-haired girl is still not confident:

"Although I can use divination to avoid strong enemies as much as possible, you know, divination predictions are unreliable and will give wrong or easily misunderstood conclusions from time to time."

Violet lowered her head slightly.

As a former Osprey roommate, she was impressed by the examples of divination prophecies that gave misleading conclusions.

After thinking for a moment, Violet walked towards the illusion curtain under the big tree.

Xingtong seemed to understand something and quickly followed.

After passing through the curtain of illusion, Russell and the other three appeared in front of them again.

"Russell, you are a student in the Department of Necromancer and Life, and you are also a famous miracle doctor and pharmacist in the college. Do you have any healing potions that I can buy for you?"

Russell looked at the injuries of Violet and Xingtong. Although he didn't want to charge money at first, after all, there are material costs for refining potions. He also thought about his debt of 200 college gold coins and nodded slightly:

"Can.

"A bottle of healing potion, two college gold coins, this is a very fair price.

"I can also give you three more weak treatments from the staff. The two combined should be able to barely heal your injuries.

"But there is a quality problem with that healing staff. The side effect is that the wound will be very itchy for half a minute after it heals. If you can't bear it, forget it."

Violet was shocked when she heard this:

"But wounds are inherently itchy when they heal. Doesn't it mean that ordinary healing potions and healing spells won't make the wounds itchy when they heal?"

Miss Sparkle must really like customers with brains like yours... Russell mumbled silently and replied:

"No. At least the bottle of healing potion I gave you won't have such side effects."

Violet and Xingtong discussed it, and finally each paid an academy gold coin and bought a bottle of healing potion and three staff treatments from Russell.

Russell watched the boy and girl scratch their bodies and leave, then put the two college gold coins into his dimensional pocket.

His current savings is 212 college gold coins, plus a small amount of silver and copper coins. After successfully enrolling in the third grade, he will have to pay 150 college gold coins for tuition and teaching materials. The debt is 200 college gold coins.

In the time that followed, Russell, Subway, Clara and the other three sat just a few miles away, protected by illusions, patiently waiting for the hunter to hunt the other contestants while using meditation to restore spiritual energy.

In a blink of an eye, the sun sets.

The crimson sunset penetrated the forest and dyed the trees with blood, as if the dense forest had entered autumn overnight.

"It's so boring. Are we just going to wait like this?" Subway couldn't hold it any longer:

"Those hunters have no idea how many sapphires they hunted."

But they have to wait long enough to be sure.

"We can watch the attacks on other contestants." Russell said, taking out his mobile phone and opening the Bixian APP.

"Can you still watch the live broadcast on your magic weapon phone?" Subway leaned his head over.

Clara also stretched out a dozen tentacles with eyes on the top.

Russell calmly posted a post on the Bixian Forum:

"I am participating in this year's practical entrance examination for the International Unified Academy of Magic and Supernatural Academy, and I want to see the real-time situation of other contestants and examiner hunters.

"Can Bixian upload some videos? Or start a live broadcast. I can reward spiritual energy."

"Bixian" is not a specific spirit, but a collective name for the spirits participating in the discussions on the Bixian forum.

Theoretically, all kinds of wandering ghosts, ghosts and other undead creatures, as well as natural spirits such as the Lake Fairy, Zashiki Warashi, Dema Sen's fairy family, etc., can participate in forum discussions and obtain this status.

While posting questions, Russell injected the information in his mind about the many contestants into the magic weapon mobile phone, and at the same time added the information he had just obtained from the blond hunter.

Along the way, Russell memorized the physical characteristics and majors of each contestant in order to facilitate divination now!

After a while, Bixian began to upload videos one after another, and spirits made various worthless comments about it. .

The vast majority of videos are blurry, short, and lacking in information.

Russell and Subway waited for a long time, and finally waited for the first live broadcast that they could barely watch.

…

A short, cute boy with a sculpted face, carrying a military green schoolbag, walked in the forest with a very arrogant walking posture.

The bronze badge on the boy's chest is engraved with a star pattern, indicating that he is a second-year student in the Department of Astrology and Numerology and is a prey.

"It's so ridiculous that a contestant in astrology and numerology walks alone in the woods without teaming up with anyone else."

A scornful laugh came from in front of the boy.

The boy stood up quickly, looking panicked.

"It seems that your divination was not very accurate, and you still bumped into me."

I saw a red-haired man walking out of a misshapen tree in front of me.

The silver badge he wears indicates his identity as a hunter.

"You, you, you, what do you want to do?" The boy was terrified and backed away.

"Hand over your sapphire, so you can avoid being beaten." The red-haired man came over with a chuckle.

The boy subconsciously protected the left pocket of his pants. Although he was trembling with fear, he still said in a firm voice:

"I, I, will not give you the sapphire! I will definitely pass the actual combat assessment and enter a higher education institution!"

The red-haired man laughed and approached step by step:

"Before I take action to deal with you, do you want to tell me your name first? I'm talking about your fake name in the academy. Killing a prey without a name doesn't give you any sense of accomplishment."

"My...my name is Duncan."

The boy waved his little fists in a threatening gesture.

"What? Are you Duncan?" The red-haired man subconsciously took two steps back, "The same Duncan who severely injured several of our members of the All Things Society before."

The red-haired man, who is the vice-president of the All-Things Association, quickly took out his mobile phone, edited the message, and sent it to another vice-president of the All-Things Association:

"Duncan, who injured a group of our members, is also here to take part in this year's practical examination for admission to higher education!"

While editing the information, the red-haired man backed away, with no intention of attacking Duncan.

"Wait a minute, why are you retreating further and further? Don't you want to avenge your brothers and attack me?" Duncan saw the red-haired man trying to escape and quickly dissuaded him.

"Because you can easily defeat a group of members of the Wuwu Society without getting hurt, you must have some trump card that I don't know about. I won't be easily fooled and attack you so recklessly." After the red-haired man finished speaking, he turned around and jumped. into the grass, disappearing behind shrubs and weeds.

Duncan took a few steps with his short legs to chase, but felt that it was too strange for him to pursue the hunter as a prey, so he gave up in the end.

Duncan sighed, raised his left hand, and looked at his palm prints:

"It seems that it will not work if I don't wear the [Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger] destiny today. All I encounter are such cautious and smart enemies. I'd better wear the [pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger] destiny."

After saying that, Duncan looked in the direction of the video camera again:

"I know you are looking at me. Stop looking, why are you laughing?"

…

Russell and Subway, who were watching the live broadcast on their mobile phones, raised the corners of their mouths at the same time.

Russell smiled slightly, and Subway laughed.

In the picture, Duncan seems to be able to see the expressions of the audience outside, waving his small fist at Russell and Subway outside the screen, and chanting:

"Stop laughing, stop laughing, is it fun for me to pretend to fail?"

Duncan turned around again, with his back to the direction of Bixian's camera, and began to narrate in a tone that stated the undoubted facts of Henggu:

"Although sophomore Duncan escaped from one crisis, a new crisis is brewing, and a terrifying net against Duncan is slowly falling..."

Russell couldn't be bothered to pay attention to Duncan, who started to make remarks, so he turned off the live broadcast and rewarded some spiritual energy:

"This live broadcast is of no value. Let's continue to see how other contestants are doing."

Russell, Subway, and Clara waited for a while, and sure enough, there were new live broadcasts and videos.

The setting sun completely sank into the horizon behind the trees. The last bit of afterglow spread in the woods, and then slowly dissipated.

Dusk was closing, and the rich night cover enveloped the entire dense forest.

The evening breeze hummed, stirring up rustling laughter in the forest, complementing the chirping of birds from time to time.

After nightfall, the three of them stayed up and watched Bixian's live broadcast.

For extraordinary people who have reached half-step third grade and true third grade in spiritual cultivation, sleeping every day is more of a habit, and it doesn't matter if they don't sleep for a day.

Presumably other contestants also dare not sleep at this moment.

Only after nightfall does this forest hunting competition reveal its most ferocious and cruel side!