Hunting College

The gray-white little fish shuttled briskly in the mist.

The little beings condensed by these mists have long slender bodies and quick movements, chasing and biting each other in groups. In a moment, thousands of small fish disappeared in the belly of their companions.

The body of the little fish who swallowed his companion became thicker, and his face became clearer. With round eyes and wide mouth, the back is angry, and it looks like small whales.

These little whales are still biting and swallowing each other, growing and growing in this misty world.

till the end.

The only surviving fish has become a behemoth.

When it flicks its tail on one side of the misty sea, a huge wave will be set off on the other side of the sea; it opens its mouth and inhales hard, and the fog in the whole world is much thinner.

"There is something under the fog!" Zheng Qing grasped the brass telescope hard, almost squeezing his eyes in.

Before waiting for the arrival of the powerful wizards on the presidium, the young public-sponsored student began to watch the story shrouded in the mist over the hunting ground.

Very old-fashioned stories about big fish eating small fish and small fish eating dried shrimps.

The only thing that can't be stopped is that the little fishes that are constantly evolving in the bite are so vivid, like real creatures.

Zheng Qing saw the fry that had just broken their membranes swallowed into their stomachs by finger-sized hunters; he saw small fishes with their tails bitten off tumbling in the mist, trying to prey on their weaker species. The white mist continued to diffuse from their wounds, and continued to accumulate through their bites.

This evolutionary path is so cruel that young public-funded students did not dare to ask the doctor whether these misty creatures were real or fake.

Until the last big fish swallowed most of the mist in one bite.

"There is something under the fog!" Zheng Qing stared closely at the foggy place, widened his eyes, trying to see the scene shrouded in the fog.

His shouting resonated with many people.

"What do I think is a large desert below?" Duan Xiaojian turned the telescope in his hand, looking a little surprised: "Could it be that the theme of this year's hunting game is'Desert Hunting'... Oh, what a big storm!"

"Where's the storm! It's bugs! Lots of bugs!" Li Meng interrupted him and screamed: "It's disgusting... It's all bugs... Cousin, let's go back. I will have nightmares after watching this night!"

"Where are the bugs?" Jiang Yu calmed the little witch, her voice a little confused: "What I see is a vast ocean...maybe a big lake? There are egrets standing on dead wood on the water."

Zheng Qing just started to share the sights he saw. Hearing the rushing discussion, he suddenly felt a little drumming in his heart, and couldn't help turning the binoculars again and looking again.

What he saw was a lush meadow.

There are soft carpet grass, rough goose grass, tall basil, gypsophila with small white flowers, blooming hyacinths, etc. If there is a willow tree in the grass, a shepherd boy resting, one foraging Big scalper, that is really a very poetic picture.

Before he could see clearly, the air cavity on the back of the big fish suddenly opened, like a volcanic eruption, billowing mist surging out, and in the blink of an eye, it flooded the center of the hunting ground again.

Zheng Qing blinked, finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and turned to look at Xiao Xiao.

"What's below? Did you see clearly?"

Xiao Xiao hesitated for a moment, and shook his head infrequently, indicating that he was not clear.

Zheng Qing did not mock him.

He suddenly remembered a problem he had struggled with before.

"Is this hunting ground a bit small?" The young public student opened his arms, gestured, and asked, "If it is used to play a football game, it must be more than enough... But hunting monsters?"

As he said, he shook his head repeatedly.

"I put on a horse and ran ten laps in this field. I'm afraid it won't even take a minute." Zheng Qing finally thought of an appropriate example and couldn't help but vomit: "I watch many demon hunting games. In the transcript, those hunting teams rushed for dozens of miles, tossing and turning for more than ten days...Are they all staged a'fight of trapped beasts' in such a small hunting ground?"

"Probably not." Xiao Xiao denied, but seemed a little confused, and finally just said, "Wait...we'll know in a while."

While speaking, the flags around the hunting ground suddenly stirred, and a sudden strong wind fell in the middle of the fog.

The big fish in the foggy sea seemed to have taken a stimulant, flapping their tail fins frantically, stirring up the monstrous fog, and riding on the wind, soaring upward.

"Kun...Kunpeng??" Zheng Qing stammered and shouted, looking at the figure that was constantly changing in midair.

He wasn't the only one who lost his mind.

Shocked screams were heard everywhere in the stands on the hunting ground.

"There is a fish in the North Ming, and its name is Kun..."

"Turning into a bird, its name is Peng..."

"Flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging down from the sky..."

"The water hit three thousand miles, and swept up ninety thousand miles..."

"Absolutely cloudy, negative blue sky..."

After a brief astonishment, the young wizards seemed to be excited by the ‘kun’ struggling out of the fog, and they couldn’t help but eulogized Zhuangzi’s "Easy You".

But it stopped abruptly before it was finished.

Before the big fish that broke free of the sea of ​​fog could fly high, a thick horned dragon jumped out from the depths of the dense fog, swallowing the bird fish that was about to transform into a big Peng.

The fog rolled and gradually subsided a lot.

The hunting ground was silent.

Everyone looked at this scene blankly, dumbfounded and speechless.

"Disappointment." Li Meng beside him summed up his feelings with one word.

"Come on!" Xiao Xiao suddenly tugged Zheng Qing's sleeve.

Although there was no explanation, Zheng Qing immediately understood the unfinished meaning of the doctor.

He turned to look at the podium.

Under the red curtain, on the three high-back chairs in the first row ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, three figures in black robes appeared.

"On the left is the speaker of the Lower Moon Council, and on the right is the speaker of the Wizarding Council... The principal is sitting in the middle." Xiao Xiao also grasped a brass telescope in his hand, and whispered quickly.

Zheng Qing tried to turn the telescope in his hand, but no matter how he adjusted the focus, the three black figures in his sight were always hazy like a fog.

It gives people the feeling that they are in another world.

"I still can't see clearly." The young public student finally threw down the binoculars in his hand in frustration, with a little aggrieved tone: "Wander around, that pitted peddler... I will complain to him when I look back!"

Xiao Xiao shook his head, he knew what Zheng Qing was upset about.

"If you can see his appearance so easily, then he is not the president of the first university." The doctor murmured while holding the binoculars and looking at the podium carefully.

Zheng Qing sighed, did not argue, but raised the telescope in his hand again.