Hunting College Chapter 149

The night at Linzhong Lake is quiet.

There is no wind, no insects, and even the huge lake not far away seems to have been put on a silent curse, becoming silent.

Zheng Qing leaned against a thick banyan tree, panting heavily, and the arm supporting the trunk of the tree was shaking involuntarily, and even the air roots of the banyan tree swayed gently with his trembling.

Fighting is really exhausting.

He couldn't help but glanced at the Jiama tied to his leg. The runes outlined by the cinnabar on the yellow paper hadn't all been charred yet, and a small part of it was still bright red.

From the beginning to now, even five minutes has not been used, Zheng Qing has already felt that he has become a dead dog.

Although the wizard does not need to shake his fist like a barbarian to solve his opponent, but the continuous release of the spell consumes a lot of his mind. Even if his face is still ruddy and blood is still sufficient, his body still seems to be hollowed out.

He shook his head and tried to keep his attention focused.

Maybe only the characters in the comic book can punch Beihai, kick Nanshan, go for three thousand miles, and still have the strength to hold the beloved girl for a few shots, Zheng Qing ran the train randomly in his mind.

Unfortunately this is the school.

And he is just a little scholar who has no power to bind the goose.

So now he is holding the book, leaning against the big tree, and staring fiercely at the smelly murloc on the opposite side, hoping to kill it with his eyes.

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

Because of prolonged exposure to the air, a layer of slimy liquid condensed on the surface of the murloc's originally smooth and shiny scales, which looked like they had just rolled in the mud. And its shiny dorsal fin has dried up and lost its luster due to lack of water. Even those big round eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes under the continuous tumbling of blood, which was terrifying.

Forcibly requiring an aquatic creature to fight on land is a multiplier and half-effective choice.

But Ison had no other choice.

It must knock down this obstructive young wizard before other patrol members arrive in order to successfully dive back to the bottom of the lake.

It must not be caught by the patrol team, it re-said this sentence to itself in the bottom of its heart, and then cheered up and tried to squeeze the last trace of strength between the scales.

"Hi... the young man is inexperienced, but he has good talents." The murloc opened his grinning mouth, unscrupulously showing his fangs and teeth, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "If you just used another spell, you can tie it now. I'm asking for credit to those old men."

Zheng Qing naturally would not admit that he was in the time of a sage.

"Hands, naturally you have to come and go." He looked at the recovered murloc, grinned hard, and drew a pile of yellow talisman paper from the gray cloth bag.

The moonlight appeared quiet and silent in the woods.

The scarlet cinnabar handwriting on the yellow talisman paper burned the murloc's sight like a blaze.

Iseni clenched his fists, constricted his dorsal fin, and took a step back slowly.

As one of the hallmarks of wizards, Fulu, a dangerous item, is especially deep in the memory of fish people.

"...Hiss...fighting with your wizards is not good." The murloc said in a muffled voice, swaying the joints of his body, a burst of crackling and crackling once again broke the silence in the forest.

"I won't keep my hands anymore." The tall murloc issued a final warning: "I can smash the fist like that just now!"

Zheng Qing was in a daze when he recalled the fist that was holding the sound of the waves a few minutes ago.

"In this case," he smiled forcefully, pressing one hand on the book, and barring his teeth at the murloc: "If you can take my last move, I will run away... and I will never stop you. road."

This suggestion is very tempting.

Iseni, who had originally planned to rush up with his fist again, was stunned when he heard the words, and then paused, with a curious look in his eyes.

Then let it go and try it.

Zheng Qing understood the meaning in his eyes.

The corner of the young public-sponsored student's mouth twitched, and a faint green halo appeared again from the book of the Fa.

"Although Fu Lu is strong, it has a shortcoming."

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

"Insufficient Talisman must be close to the other party to effectively perform the function of Talisman... In most cases, it even needs to be released personally."

Zheng Qing said in a long voice, sprinkling it, and the pile of talisman paper in his hand floated into the air like a goddess scattered flowers.

Ishini looked at the red-robed wizard on the opposite side blankly, not knowing what his nerves were.

Even by relying on its not very agile mind, it can be judged that these talisman papers are not threatening at all.

Even so, the young murloc who was cautious by nature took a step back, completely avoiding the range where these rune papers fell.

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

Ishini gathered his energy and looked at these talisman papers vigilantly, lest he accidentally said.

"Ge Zhitanxi..."

Zheng Qing held the book with his left hand, and pressed his right hand on the mantra, without focus, as if he was looking ahead, as if he was seeing from all directions.

A light green halo rose up from the book, and submerged into the dark night around www.mtlnovel.com~ In the blink of an eye, dozens of small finger-thick rattans pierced the void, responding to the ancient contract, with teeth and claws. Came into this world, floating in the air.

"disease!"

Zheng Qing's right hand clenched into a fist.

Those slender canes are like long snakes that are bouncing up, attacking suddenly, piercing the talisman paper that was originally swaying and preparing to slowly land.

In the blink of an eye, these talisman papers were caught by the tiny silk vines on the cane and hung on the cane.

The rattan fluttered gently with the wind.

The talisman rubbed against the vine leaves, making a rustle.

"Go!"

Zheng Qing's eyes narrowed, and his eyes fell on the murloc on the opposite side.

The slender canes bounced up in turn, like a long whip, pulling towards the tall murloc.

Ison had obviously never faced such an attack before, and before he could react, he was drawn on by the quick cane.

The talisman with green smoke also bombarded the thick scales of the murloc with the attack of the cane.

In a moment, the murloc fell into a crumbling state.

Zheng Qing looked at the few suppression talisman that was about to fall, and the corners of his mouth slowly burst into a bright smile.

It's over soon.

Whether Uncle Verne was going to award five or seven credits, he began to ponder this heart-wrenching question happily.

"My Ma Xuanhuang!"

A spell shot out from the depths of the woods and fell on the defenseless Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing seemed to have released more than a dozen spells at once, and the strength from all his body vented cleanly in the blink of an eye. Then there was a flower in front of him, and the original clear vision instantly blurred, and he couldn't see everything clearly.

"Half-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine for those who travel a hundred miles." Thoughts drifted through his mind, and his body was uncontrollably limp on the ground.

I want to struggle, but I can't even move a finger.

Chapter end