Xia He did not sit down immediately, but came to Anderson's table and looked up and down at the magician from the Westward College.

Anderson Lee looked a little fat and round. He leaned against the back of the chair, his brown hair dissipated back, staring at Xia He with some vigilance. His nose was slightly red, and there was a clear gap between his front teeth, and he didn't look like a well-maintained nobleman.

"Western Frontier Academy, Li..." Xia He said this before he went to his seat to sit down. Anderson Li was inexplicably surprised, and he didn't know what Master Blood said meant.

Threat? Stop joking. Even the principal of Metattering College cannot threaten the entire Westward College. Threat your own family? That's a joke.

A tall woman walked slowly and dragged her long skirt to the stage. She spread her hands, glanced at the students below, and said, "I have let everyone wait for a long time, because Professor Asra from the Tenth Magic Academy seems to be reluctant to abide by the time and comes very late. So, let everyone welcome his arrival in the most enthusiastic way!"

"Earl of Sloth, have you come to brush your teeth today?"

"Are you slandering yourself in bed?"

"Blood mage, mage with bleeding gums!"

"Eat me!"

The students in the audience were boiling, and a huge cabbage flew onto the stage, followed by potatoes, eggplant, wooden lunch boxes, torn boots, underwear, paper balls, half of dog legs, eggs...

Tornado!

Xia He released the magic without hesitation and blocked himself. The students were prepared for a long time, and they didn't know how many things they brought with them, and they smashed them to the stage frantically.

These messy things were easily pumped in the center by the tornado, and Xia He sat on a chair without changing his face.

This is an insult in person, but if I get angry, I will lose all the money.

So what if you scold people? You have to endure it with your ancestors. How did you do it at the imperial meeting?

Go back to scolding? I will definitely not be able to scold myself if I open my mouth so much.

If I lose the debate after a while, it means that I have not practiced enough.

But even if you throw away the garbage, as long as it is not a magic attack, it will not be a problem for me to hold on to this tornado for an hour. If you have the ability, you will keep throwing it like this.

Xia He was determined to deal with this. The long-legged woman in charge of the host was depressed. At Metatterin's debate, it was the first time that someone responded like this.

Professor Asra sat there and looked almost asleep.

"Now, let's ask Professor Asra to speak." The female host shouted, her voice suppressed the noise of the students. The things thrown from the audience suddenly became sparse and stopped soon.

The host looked back at Xia He. Xia He stood up from his seat, walked around the table, came to the tornado, reached out and lit it twice. The torn things in the tornado were first petrified by his magic, and then shaped.

The tornado disappeared rapidly, and a stone statue with a height of more than five meters appeared on the stage.

The stone statue is lifelike, it looks like Xia He. It is also a layer of gold on the body of the stone statue.
Chapter completed!