Hunting College

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

The murloc squeezed the stick in his palm, and slammed 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.

"Hi...so...I hate wizards...his!" Ise Ni snarled her fangs, and there was an aura of impatience in his round eyes.

From breaking free from the shackles of the wizard's spell, it has smashed six or seven times with its arms folded, but it has never hit the slippery little wizard opposite.

"...If it's in the water...whis...I will make you two rows of dorsal fins...whis..." Iseni panted and tried to open his mouth wide, trying to draw more moisture from the air.

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

These six or seven thumb-thick rattan sticks are wrapped around his waist at one end, and the other end is leaning around, hooking up the branches of several big trees in the forest.

It was by virtue of the flexible pull of Pueraria lobata that he could barely escape the continuous attacks of the murlocs.

"I can't let you use weapons anymore." The young public-sponsored student murmured, focusing on the "Mace" in the hands of the murloc.

Iseni slapped his mouth and felt the stinging pain of the dry and cracked gill sac eased a lot, then opened his dorsal fin and smashed it again with his wooden stick.

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

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

Zheng Qing stared at the jujube sticks close at hand, without blinking his eyelids.

It's not that he is bold enough to be able to make Taishan collapse in front of him. It's because when casting a spell, the wizard's sight must catch the opponent in order to accurately place the spell.

Two thick vines broke through the soil and instantly tied the fallen wooden sticks to the ground.

The murloc tilted his head and tugged. Instead of pulling the stick out, more vines got out of the soil and tied to the stick.

Zheng Qingxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Ishini turned his head and looked at the young wizard who was a few steps away, grinning, and simply dropped the wooden stick in his hand, jumped up, waved his fist, and smashed it viciously. A feeling of rising and falling tides surging with its fists, as if echoing the pulse of the blood and heart, it is heart palpitating.

Zheng Qing's pupils contracted suddenly.

Murloc has great strength.

He was very impressed with this.

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

The murloc's relaxed and free gaze still remained in his mind.

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

Will be smashed into mashed flesh!

However, with the sound of waves rushing all over Iseni, a strange force flowed around. Zheng Qing was horrified to find that he seemed to be bound by something, and his gestures seemed to be moving in the mud.

As if perceiving the host's crisis, the book in his hand suddenly burst out with a strong green light, illuminating the dark corners of this forest with an unusually bright light, and even the moon hanging in the air was eclipsed.

Taking advantage of this short daybreak, the blind birds fluttered their wings quickly and fled to the distance in a hurry.

The tree sperms hiding in the den finally had a little focus in their eyes. They poked their heads out suspiciously, and then retracted their heads into the cave at a faster speed. Some agile guys even pulled off a few fine branches from the outside to block the entrance of the cave.

And Ison, who rushed to Zheng Qing, was even more affected.

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

A strong green light flashed in front of it, causing him to lose his eyesight for an instant, and he even lost his sense of direction. The fist thrown with memory slammed into the air even more.

The green light comes quickly, and so does it go.

A few seconds later, Zheng Qing took the lead in recovering his eyesight.

He looked at the murloc body that was staggering due to excessive exertion a few steps in front of him, his mind was in a daze, his muscles almost immediately relaxed, and the sweat was pumped out from the pores like a waterfall, and he was faint in the blink of an eye. Wet his back.

Not far away, the tall murloc leader closed his eyes, roared, his arms were dialing randomly around, and the twigs were rustling, bringing up a smelly fist.

This stench is suffocating in the air.

But the public-sponsored student did not complain at all. He breathed the originally disgusting air, and his head was full of rejoicing for the fist he had avoided.

The rattan on his waist is like a tamed python, sluggishly falling to the ground.

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

If the vine hadn't pulled him back a few seconds ago, even if the light dazzled the murloc's eyes, he would still be smashed into meatloaf by the murloc.

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not far away.

Under the big willow tree.

The two old men watching the battle were obviously a little surprised by what happened before them.

"Very surprising..." The old murloc, leaning on a cane ~www.ltnovel.com~, tilted his head, stared at the moon with his round and turbid eyes, and his moustache was slowly rising and falling in the breeze.

"Indeed." The old man Verne replied briefly.

He almost got involved in the battle between the two young men.

Even he couldn't help but squinted his eyes in the fight between the rabbits and flocks just now.

"The young man now." The old school worker stroked the wooden staff in his hand, shook his head slowly, and sighed unfinishedly.

"Is that'Ge Zhitanxi'?" The old murloc turned his face very interested, staring at two young people not far away with his eyes without focus, his tone was very casual: "I remember the previous Wizards use it to tie prey."

"What you call before is at least fifty years ago." The old man Verne sarcastically said: "The creativity of young people will always exceed the imagination of old people. If you know that these dolls now use "Zhong Si Yu" Whatever you do, you will never ask such a stupid question."

"Judging from the punch just now, the development of the blood of the little Ishini is not thorough." The old murloc changed the subject and said, "Without the guidance of a real powerhouse, he can achieve this level. Not bad."

"The Gongsun Bing of the Lower Moon Council is very good at this." After a long silence, the old man Verne finally said: "Maybe I can help you ask him."

"I thought you hated aliens." The old murloc was obviously surprised at the advice of the old school worker.

"I do hate aliens." The old man Verne said with a calm face and a hard voice: "But I hate demons even more...When the wind is blowing and the rain is coming, I will not be irrational because of my personal preferences. Thing."

"This sounds like a person from the first university." The old murloc smiled chucklingly, and his two long beards happily dangled.

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