Hunting High School

The purple-brown jujube wood is covered with sharp thorns, forming a natural mace.

The murloc weighed the stick in his hand, and threw it hard at the red-robed wizard in front of him.

Zheng Qing's body floated to the other side in a strange posture, avoiding the attack of the murloc leader.

"Hiss... so... I hate wizards... hiss!" Iseni bared her fangs, and there was a bit of impatience in her round eyes.

Since it broke free from the shackles of the wizard's spell, it has swung its arms and smashed it six or seven times, but it never hit the slippery little wizard opposite.

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"... If you are in the water... hiss... I will let you have two rows of dorsal fins... hiss..." Iseni panted, trying to open his mouth wide, trying to absorb more moisture from the air.

"I'm not going to trouble you in the water." Zheng Qing slumped on the ground, wryly smiling and pulling the cane tied around his waist.

These six or seven thumb-thick vines wrapped around his waist at one end, and protruded around at the other end, hooking up with the branches of several big trees in the forest.

It was relying on kudzu's flexible pulling that he barely escaped the murloc's continuous attacks.

"I can't let you use weapons anymore." The young Gong Feisheng murmured, focusing on the 'mace' in the murloc's hand.

Iseni smacked her lips, feeling the stinging pain of the dry gill sac relieved a lot, then opened her dorsal fin and swung the wooden stick again to smash it.

This time, Zheng Qing didn't use the cane behind him, but scrambled and scrambled to avoid the attack.

The heavy wooden stick rubbed against his body and hit the ground heavily, splashing a piece of mud.

Zheng Qing stared at the sour jujube stick close at hand without blinking his eyelids.

It wasn't that he was brave enough to be able to make Mount Tai collapse in front of him without changing his face. It's because when casting a spell, the wizard's line of sight must catch the opponent in order to accurately release the spell.

Two thick vines broke through the ground, instantly binding the fallen wooden stick to the ground.

The murloc tilted his head and tugged, but instead of pulling out the stick, more vines emerged from the soil and tied it to the stick.

Zheng Qing let out a small sigh of relief.

Iseni turned his head sideways, looked at the young wizard a few steps away, grinned, simply dropped the wooden stick in his hand, jumped up, waved his big fist, and smashed it viciously. The feeling of the ebb and flow of the tide surged with its fists, as if it echoed the beating of the blood and heart, which made people palpitate.

Zheng Qing's pupils shrank suddenly.

Murlocs are very powerful.

He was very impressed with it.

When he entered school, he was also by the Linzhong Lake. He once led a group of freshmen to tug-of-war with a murloc on land, but was almost dragged into the lake by the murloc.

The relaxed and freehand gaze of the murloc still lingers in his mind.

Absolutely not to be hit by this fist, Zheng Qing's expression was a little distorted, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest.

It will definitely be smashed into a meat paste!

However, accompanied by the crashing waves around Iseni, a strange force flowed around. Zheng Qing was horrified to find that he seemed to be bound by something, and his movements seemed to be moving in the mud.

As if aware of the host's crisis, the book in his hand suddenly burst into a strong green light, illuminating the dark corners of the forest so brightly that even the moon hanging in mid-air was eclipsed.

Taking advantage of the short daylight, the group of blind birds flapped their wings quickly and fled to the distance in a hurry.

The tree sperm hiding in the nest finally had a little focus in their eyes. They poked their heads out in doubt, and then retracted their heads into the cave at a faster speed. Some nimble guys even tore a few thin branches from the outside to block the entrance of the cave.

Iseni, who rushed towards Zheng Qing, was the first to bear the brunt.

For murlocs who like dark environments, there is nothing more annoying than bright light.

A strong green light flashed in front of its eyes, causing him to lose his eyesight in an instant, and even his sense of direction was confused. The fist that was swung with memory hit the air even more.

The green light comes and goes quickly.

A few seconds later, Zheng Qing was the first to recover his eyesight.

He looked at the body of the murloc a few steps ahead of him that was staggering due to excessive force, and his mind was in a trance for a while, the muscles all over his body relaxed almost immediately, and the sweat was pumped out of the pores like a waterfall, and it was soaked in the blink of an eye. Wet his back.

Not far away, the tall murloc leader closed his eyes tightly, roared, and slapped around with his arms indiscriminately, whining the branches, bringing out a smelly fist wind.

The stench filled the air, suffocating.

But the public finance student didn't complain at all. He breathed in the disgusting air, and his mind was full of gratitude for the fist he dodged.

The rattan around the waist is like a tame python, sliding obediently to the ground.

Zheng Qing looked gratefully at the pile of vines at his feet.

If it wasn't for this vine that pulled him back a few steps a few seconds ago, even if the bright light blinded the murloc's eyes, he would still be smashed into meatloaf by the murloc inevitably.

...

not far away.

Under the big willow tree.

The two old people watching the battle were obviously a little surprised by the scene before them.

"Very surprising..." The old murloc was leaning on a cane, looking up at the moon with his round, cloudy eyes, his beard fluctuating slowly in the breeze.

"Indeed." Elder Verne retracted his strides and replied briefly.

He almost meddles in the fight between the two young men.

Even he couldn't help squinting his eyes just now in the fight between rabbits and falcons.

"Young people nowadays." The old school worker stroked the wooden stick in his hand, shook his head slowly, and sighed with a lot of meaning.

"Is that 'Ge Zhitan Xi'?" The old murloc turned his face with great interest, staring at the two young men not far away with his unfocused eyes, his tone seemed very casual: "I remember the old Wizards use it to bind their prey."

"The so-called past was at least fifty years ago." The old man Verne said sarcastically, "The creativity of young people will always exceed the imagination of old people. If you know that these dolls now use 'katydid zhongsiyu' Whatever you do, you won’t ask such a stupid question.”

"Judging from the punch just now, little Iseni's bloodline is not fully developed." The old murloc changed the subject and said, "Without the guidance of a real strong man, it is already very difficult for him to be able to do this. Not bad."

"Gongsun disease in the council under the moon is very good at this." After a long silence, the old man Verne finally said: "Maybe I can ask him for you."

"I thought you hated aliens." The old murloc was obviously a little surprised by the old school worker's suggestion.

"I do hate aliens." Elder Verne said with a sullen face, his voice a little stiff: "But I hate monsters even more... When the wind is raging and the mountains and rains are about to come, I will not act irrationally because of my personal preferences." things."

"That sounds like someone from the First University." The old murloc smiled wheezingly, with two long beards dangling happily around his mouth.