Hunting High School

The night in Linzhong Lake is quiet.

There was no sound of wind, no sound of insects, and even the huge lake not far away seemed to have been cast with a silence spell and became silent.

Zheng Qing was leaning against a thick banyan tree, panting heavily, the arm resting on the trunk shook involuntarily, and even the air roots of the banyan tree swayed gently with his trembling.

Fighting is really tiring.

He couldn't help but glanced at the armored horse tied to his legs. The runes outlined with cinnabar on the yellow paper hadn't been completely charred, and a small half of them still showed bright crimson.

From the beginning to the present, even five minutes have not been used, and Zheng Qing already feels that he has become a dead dog.

Although the wizard doesn't need to wave his fists like a barbarian to deal with his own opponents, the continuous casting of spells consumes a lot of his mind. Even though his face is still rosy and his blood is still full, his body still seems to be hollowed out.

He shook his head, trying to stay focused.

Perhaps only characters in comic books can punch Beihai, kick Nanshan, fight for three thousand miles, and still have the strength to hug the girl he loves a few times, and Zheng Qing is running the train in his mind.

Too bad it's a school.

And I am just a little scholar who has no power to restrain a goose.

So now he is leaning against the big tree with the book in hand, staring fiercely at the stinky murloc opposite, hoping to kill it with his eyes.

In fact, the performance of the murloc opposite him was not much better than him.

Because of being exposed to the air for a long time, a layer of sticky liquid condensed on the surface of the murloc's originally smooth and shiny scales, which looked like it had just rolled in mud. And its bright dorsal fin also became dry and lost its luster due to lack of water. Even those round and huge eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes under the continuous turbulence of Qi and blood, which was truly terrifying.

Forcing an aquatic creature to fight on land is a choice with twice the effort and half the effort.

But Iseni had no other choice.

It must overthrow the young wizard who is in the way before the other patrol members arrive, so that it can dive back to the bottom of the lake smoothly.

It must not be caught by the patrol team, it said this sentence to itself again in the bottom of its heart, and then cheered up, trying to squeeze out the last bit of strength between the scales.

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"Hiss...Young people are inexperienced, but Talent is good." The murloc opened his ferocious mouth, showing off his fangs unscrupulously, and commented in an old-fashioned way: "If you cast another spell just now, you can tie him up now." I'm taking credit for those old men."

Zheng Qing will naturally not admit that he is in the sage time.

"Do it, of course there must be back and forth." He looked at the murloc who came back to his senses, grinned, smiled with difficulty, and pulled out a stack of yellow talisman papers from the gray cloth bag.

The moonlight looks quiet and silent in the woods.

Crimson's cinnabar handwriting on the yellow talisman paper burned the sight of the murloc like flames.

Iseni clenched her fists, retracted her dorsal fin, and took a slow step towards the retreat.

As one of the symbols of wizards, talisman, a dangerous item, is especially deep in the memory of the murlocs.

"...Hiss... It's not fun to fight with you wizards." The murloc said in a muffled voice, shaking his joints, and a crisp crackling sound broke the silence in the forest again.

"I won't keep my hand anymore." The tall murloc issued a final warning: "I can still hit that kind of fist many times!"

Zheng Qing recalled the fist that was surrounded by the sound of the waves a few minutes ago, and his mind was in a trance.

"In this case," he forced a smile, pressed his hand on the book, and bared his teeth at the murloc: "If you can take my last move, I will run away... I will never stand in your way... road."

This suggestion is very tempting.

Iseni, who originally planned to rush up again with his fists waving, was stunned when he heard the words, and then stopped, with curiosity in his eyes.

Then let the horse come and try it.

Zheng Qing understood the meaning in its eyes.

The corner of the young public fee student's mouth curled up, and a faint green halo appeared again from the book under his hand.

"Although the talisman is powerful, it has a shortcoming."

"That is, the scope of action is very limited."

"A talisman caster with insufficient ability must get close to the opponent to effectively display the function of the talisman... In most cases, it even needs to be released close to the body."

Zheng Qing said in a calm voice, and as soon as he sprinkled it, the stack of talisman papers in his hand floated into the air like a celestial maiden scattered flowers.

Iseni stared blankly at the red-robed wizard opposite, not knowing what kind of nerves he was having.

Even with its not very bright mind, it can judge that these talisman papers floating in the sky do not pose any threat to itself.

Even so, the cautious young murloc still took a step toward retreat, completely avoiding the falling range of these talisman papers.

In case this is some new trick developed by the wizard.

Iseni concentrated his energy and looked at the talisman papers vigilantly, lest he accidentally touch the road.

"Ge Zhitanxi..."

Zheng Qing held the Dharma book in his left hand, and pressed the mantra with his right hand. His eyes were out of focus, as if he was looking at the front, and he seemed to see everything in all directions.

A light green halo rises from the Dharma book and sinks into the surrounding dark night.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of vines as thick as little fingers slashed through the Shattering Void, and in response to the ancient contract, came to this world with claws and teeth, floating in midair.

"disease!"

Zheng Qing clenched his right hand into a fist.

Those slender vines were like long snakes springing up, striking out suddenly, piercing the talisman papers that were dangling and about to fall to the ground slowly.

In the blink of an eye, these talisman papers were captured by the tiny tendrils on the rattan and hung on the rattan.

The rattan flutters gently in the wind.

The talisman paper rubbed against the vine leaves, making a soft rustling sound.

"Go!"

Zheng Qing's eyes were fixed, and his eyes fell on the murloc opposite.

The slender rattan bounced up one after another, like long whips, towards the tall murloc.

Iseni had obviously never faced this kind of attack, and before he could react, he was pulled by those swift canes.

And the smoked talisman also followed the attack of the rattan, bombarding the murloc's thick scales one after another.

In a moment, the murloc fell into a precarious situation.

Zheng Qing looked at the suppressing talismans that were about to fall, and a bright smile slowly bloomed on the corner of his mouth.

It will be over soon.

Whether Uncle Verne would award five credits or seven credits, he began to ponder this elated question happily.

"I'm Ma Xuanhuang!"

A spell shot out from the depths of the woods and landed on the unsuspecting Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing seemed to have released a dozen spells at once, and all the strength in his body was drained in the blink of an eye. Then there was a blur in front of my eyes, and my originally clear vision instantly blurred, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"A person who travels hundreds of miles is half ninety-nine points nine nine nine nine." A thought floated through his mind, and his body collapsed uncontrollably on the ground.

I wanted to struggle, but I couldn't even move a finger.