Monster Hunting High School

Old Man Ruoyu's blessing is very powerful.

This was in sharp contrast to his speech - at the end of his speech of "Don't be proud, be introspective", the atmosphere at the scene was quite dull. Even Zheng Qing and others who had just received the praise were a little disappointed. Get excited.

Fortunately, several blessing spells cast by the legendary wizards fell on these young wizards, dispelling their fatigue, purifying the malaise in their bodies, and re-energizing their slightly depressed mood.

"If he doesn't speak and just throws a few spells when he comes, the effect will be better."

Seeing old man Ruoyu transform into a beam of light and disappearing into the clouds, Fatty Xin mustered up the courage to whisper a few words into Zheng Qing's ear.

Zheng Qing tilted his head and glanced at him, blocking his ears with one hand.

"I didn't hear you, I don't know, what did you say?" The young public-sponsored student's three consecutive denials made the fat wizard's face suddenly turn pale, and he quietly retracted his position.

The morning glory on the hill raised their necks again, and the loud voice of Old Man Verne came from among the petals: "This is the end of the 2008 freshman trial meeting. Students from each college will exit in an orderly manner..."

Zheng Qing looked at the trumpet flowers shouting hard and suddenly realized a problem.

“Why waste so many morning glory?”

He poked Xiao Xiao with his elbow, who had been lowering his head to take notes, and said curiously: "Not to mention Vice Principal Ruoyu, even old man Verne can easily make these hundreds of people hear him clearly..."

As he spoke, he drew a large circle with his arm, including all the heads in the small square.

Before Xiao Xiao could speak, Fatty Xin squeezed over again.

"Why else?"

The fat wizard commented in his usual sharp tone: "Of course the morning glory is more beautiful! You know, the patented technology of this type of morning glory for broadcast belongs to the school, and every time it is used, it can provide the school laboratory with a small patent fee, which accumulates You make more with less, and you waste your magic power with a loud voice, but you can't create any income for the school... This also involves the school's budget and final accounts, and there are a lot of things in it! "

"It's not that complicated." Xiao Xiao finally raised his head, glanced at the dark fat man who was soaked in the dye vat of society, and adjusted his glasses: "In the final analysis, it is just to enhance the sense of ceremony at the end. Similar to our opening ceremony and hunting party blessing , Luotian Dajiao, society is connected through various rituals.”

To be honest, Zheng Qing felt that Dr. Xiao Da's 'not that complicated' was far more complicated to understand than Fatty Xin's 'income creation theory'.

Before he could think more clearly, the fat wizard's carefree voice sounded again.

"Compared to the morning glory, I think Old Man Verne's closing remarks are more worthy of reporting." He touched his smooth chin, thoughtfully: "He said '2008 Freshmen Trial Conference', which is obviously a wrong word. word……"

"We are indeed freshmen from the class of 2008."

Zheng Qing did not notice anything wrong with Old Man Verne's choice of words: "And this is also a trial conference... Are all your reporters so picky?"

"No, no, no, you're not paying attention to the core of the problem."

Fatty Xin shook his stubby index finger and replied seriously: "There is a subtle difference between using '2008 freshman trial' and our actual '2009 school opening trial'... This means that the old people within the school working committee They are more inclined to the original trial plan... The actual implementer of the policy conflicts with the school's policy concept, which is a big problem... Journalists must have this sensitivity. "

The young public-funded student looked at the fat man next to him in shock. He always felt that there was a strange soul wrapped under his fat white skin, so that he had the urge to tear open his skin to find out.

The noise of the crows once again interrupted the young wizards' chatter. A dozen gray-robed wizards raised their books and pointed at the crows hovering in the air:

"The destiny black bird descends and flies!"

Hurrah!

One after another, the crows left the flock, forming a long and winding 'chain', falling from the sky and landing next to the young wizards.

Each student was assigned one.

What landed next to Zheng Qing was a gray three-tailed crow. It tilted its head, looked at the young public-funded student with its black bean-like eyes, opened its mouth, and issued a hoarse and friendly invitation.

Zheng Qing looked around in confusion.

The simple and somewhat perfunctory explanations from the school staff came to my ears. The young public-funded student could only follow the example of others and reach out to touch the crow's head. Then in his sight, the crow suddenly grew in size. In an instant, it changed from the size of a chicken to the size of a horse.

But I don’t know if he has become smaller or if the crow has become bigger. I wanted to use the hills around the small square as a reference, and looked around. As far as I could see, there were crows of all sizes. Many of them had already risen into the air. Their spread wings were like low dark clouds, covering everything. The cawing noise of nearly a thousand big birds made Zheng Qing give up this plan immediately.

The three-tailed crow fluttered the feathers on its back, spread its wings, and exposed the saddle quills on its back.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath and turned over.

The three-tailed crow took two steps back, bent down slightly, as if bowing to the earth, and then suddenly exerted force on its legs. After a few steps, it spread its wings and soared into the sky.

Zheng Qing had to hug its neck tightly, feeling that he would fall headfirst to the ground in the next second.

"Yanyan is flying, its sound is rising and falling!"

Jiang Yu's cold spell came to my ears. This was a spell that helped wizards communicate with each other during the flight. It was more effective than the "birdsong".

Soon, the voices of several other members of the Forgiveness Hunting Team - including Lin Guo, Dylan, Lan Que, Shi Yuan and others who were not affiliated with Jiuyou Academy and were further away, also appeared in Zheng Qing's ears.

"Returning on a bird? This is much harder than I thought!" Mr. Vampire Werewolf complained in an elegant tone: "The school should give students more freedom of choice!"

"Just be content if you can go home for free!" Fatty Xin sneered twice: "As far as I know, the school's funds will be extremely tight this year... The material cost of the cross-border magic circle is far more than that of a flock of birds."

"To be precise, I'm riding a crow." Lin Guo corrected seriously, his voice full of excitement: "This is my first time riding such a big bird... Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

"Hold your hands tightly, clamp your legs tightly, squint your eyes, and talk less."

Zhang Jixin's slightly hoarse voice immediately sounded: "If the crow under you wants to roll in mid-air or do a cobra maneuver, don't hesitate to kick it in the belly hard. It will be safer."

"I can't reach its belly!" Classmate Li Meng's indignant voice sounded again - hearing this momentum, Zheng Qing's lips inexplicably raised a smile.

"Amitabha, you can try to reason with it." The young monk Shi Yuan suggested kindly.

A burst of joyful laughter suddenly sounded in Zheng Qing's ears.

In this laughter, nearly a thousand large birds spread their wings and turned into a torrent, rushing into the thick clouds in the sky of the Black Prison World. Deep in the clouds, very far away, there is an oval 'gate' made of thunder and lightning.

Brilliant, gorgeous, and eye-catching.

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