100% Psionic Power In Marvel

The two lived in Asgard for a week.

On this day, Asgard warrior Sif came to the book hall to visit the two of them, and she asked them how their lives were going recently.

Ivan said it was fine.

Sif smiled. He has long black hair, which is similar to Jessica's, but her facial features are not delicate enough, somewhat tough, giving people the feeling of a woman.

"Can you both see it?"

"Well, it's okay." Ivan responded to Sif's question.

"It's interesting," Jessica said.

"I really envy you, I really can't read it anymore, it hurts my brain just thinking about the content inside!"

Sif sincerely admired that she had no choice but to choose the warrior line. Magic was too difficult, she didn't understand it at all, and the content was extremely boring in her eyes.

If you can understand it, it will not be boring, but if you don't understand it, it will be boring.

She insisted on reading for a month, but she didn't even know the basics. In the end, she realized that the twisted melon was not sweet, so she gave up the spell.

Jessica is not Sif, she can't understand Sif's difficulties, so she said to Sif: "Actually, if you read it carefully, you will find that understanding one thing can bring great happiness~"

Sif nodded. She moved a chair and sat next to Jessica, and watched Jessica read. Jessica couldn't read anymore when she looked at her like this.

"Are you actually interested in magic?" Jessica asked in search of a topic.

Sif nodded: "Well, many people are interested in magic, but they don't have that condition, especially us Asgards, most of us are only suitable for being a warrior, compared to Alfheim's side. Elves, they are very good at magic."

"What is Alfheim?" Jessica asked curiously.

"Nine realms, one of them, where the elves live,

Hearing this, Ivan became interested. He put down the book in his hand and sat upright and asked, "Are elves the kind with pointed ears, tall, beautiful...and good at archery?"

"Almost...but they're not tall, how do you know?" Sif asked curiously.

——Could it be that this earthling has already been to the country of elves?

"Cough, this actually... comes from a vague impression in my heart." Ivan answered truthfully.

In his concept, elves are like this, they like forests, flowers and plants, and are related to nature.

"Oh, I see, you Meads... no, you earthlings have some fabricated works, and there is a species of fabricated elves, right?"

Sif wanted to talk about Midgard, but she learned from Sol that Earthlings didn't know what Midgard was at all, and this was a unilateral name for Earth by Asgard.

Out of respect, she still uses the name Earth.

"Yes." Ivan nodded, "I sometimes draw elves, just according to the image in my mind."

"Can you draw?" Sif asked with a smile.

"Yeah, Fan is very good at drawing~" Jessica gestured with two fingers.

"That's it, I think people who can draw have great brains." Sif gave a thumbs up, "So learning magic is very fast."

"Actually, painting is related to imagination, and I may have an advantage in this regard." Ivan explained with a smile.

The three of them chatted without a word until the afternoon when Sol's friend, one of the four young male warriors, came to the book hall.

His name is Fandral, he wears a romantic smile all day long, makes a sword, and is a rare optimist in Asgard.

"Hey, you really are here." Fandral greeted the three of them as soon as he came up, his voice and laughter made people feel very comfortable.

"Fandral, why are you here?" Sif asked blankly, her voice still slightly cold.

"You can come, but I can't come?" Fandral smiled, "After all, I am a perfect man!"

His smile is charming, and he knows it, so he smiles at everyone, thinking that his smile can warm up everything, and... capture the hearts of all girls.

"You don't usually come to the Book Palace." Sif raised her eyebrows.

"You saw it! I really have something to do~"

Fandral said this, and turned his smiling face to Jessica and Ivan.

"You two, the king wants to see you."

Ivan knew that the king was referring to Odin, the king of the gods, and it seemed that he had woken up from Odin's sleep.

See you sooner or later, Ivan nodded immediately.

"OK."

"Please, I'll lead the way." Fandral smiled.

...

Ivan thought that Fandral would take him to the main hall of the Golden Palace to meet Odin more formally, but the place he didn't expect to come was still Odin's dormant room.

After Fandral brought it, he smiled and signaled the two to go in and left alone.

Dormant indoors.

At this moment, Odin is not wearing his armor, but a brown cloth robe, his hair and beard are gray, and his right eye is covered with a black blindfold.

When he saw Ivan and Jessica coming, he nodded.

"Sit down, children." His voice was a little tired.

Ivan sat down, and he motioned for Jessica to sit down too.

"Are you still used to living here?"

"Not bad, the air is quite fresh." Ivan smiled.

"I know about your protection of the Rainbow Bridge, boy, you are very strong and you have done a good job."

Odin chatted with Ivan and Jessica kindly for a while, and asked where Ivan's ability came from, but Ivan's answer was that he didn't know.

In the process of chatting, Ivan always felt that a force was constantly invading him. This force was very soft. He wanted to touch himself wave after wave, but he was coldly rejected by his unconscious use of spiritual energy. .

In the end, the power became more and more violent, and there was a potential for the waves to hit the shore, and Ivan also took the initiative to increase the psionic strength~www.wuxiahere.com~ That power was never able to cross the border and touch Ivan.

These all happened secretly. On the bright side, Odin still communicated with the two in a friendly way.

The source of that power is naturally Odin.

In fact, Odin didn't want to do anything. At first, he just wanted to use his power to bless Ivan, but the blessing energy was invisible to the energy generated by Ivan.

He was amazed in his heart, and secretly increased his strength to try to break through Ivan's invisible barrier, but was blocked by greater energy.

It was a secret contest, and after repeated attempts, Odin felt physically and mentally exhausted.

He was old, too old to use magic easily and violently.

Finally, the chat was over, and Odin watched the two leave the sleeping room.

After the two left, he took a deep breath and muttered.

"What kind of power is that? Maybe after I'm dead...there's still hope to be able to fight her."