"And what I just wrote on the paper is the first level of magic formula!"

now.

Bian Sitong opened her eyes, her expression was dull, and her beautiful eyes were full of horror.

Mainly because Lin Tian pressed his palm on her head just now.

In just three minutes, a huge amount of information appeared in her mind.

There were words and patterns that were so mysterious and weird that she couldn't even understand them!

Moreover, those are still ancient characters.

"You...what on earth did you just do?"

Without going through his own memory or reading, those things appeared in his mind out of thin air. Bian Sitong was a little scared and extremely shocked.

"Kneel down and become a disciple!"

Lin Tian looked solemn and shouted coldly to Bian Sitong: "After all, you are the third disciple I have taken on this earth! Based on age, Yun Qingwan is your junior sister, with a cold body! Wu Yan...
Chapter completed!