Chu Mo just looked back and gave Feng Ling a reassuring smile. The magic robe grew bigger and bigger, and finally rose up a little bit, and was all taken off Chu Mo...
Without the wide magic robe, Chu Mo twisted his head slightly, raised the corners of his mouth to reveal two rows of white teeth and smiled: "Take off the wide and thick robe, my hands and feet feel lighter."
"Did you just use wind magic to take off your robe?" Feng Chime asked strangely.
"Yes... Magic must be learned and used flexibly. It can be used not only in battle, but also in life..."
Hearing Chu Mo's words, Feng Ling nodded in understanding. To her, Chu Mo's words were undoubtedly a fantasy. This kind of theory had never existed before.
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If she knew that Chu Mo had trained those guys from the Dark Night Mercenary Group to use fire magic to barbecue, I don’t know how she would react...
"Quack... black-haired devil, now I finally understand why you are so powerful." Outside the zombie siege, the necromancer Lai Man had stopped chanting the curse, and he held a magic short staff in his right hand.
"So much nonsense..." Chu Mo moved his body a little, and the magic robe floating in the air had been put into his extra-dimensional space bag.
"Boss, let's leave these zombies to Long'er to play with..." Xiaolong, who had been silent until now, spoke now. His voice rang in Chu Mo's ears, and then Chu Mo's waist flashed with colorful lights.
"Wait a moment... I'll move around first, and I'll let you guys deal with it when I clear the place..."
"The old naughty boy wants it too..." Chu Mo said as a white light flashed across his chest.
"This is a real person..." A black light flashed immediately.
"No problem, everyone has a share..." Chu Mo was now two years old.
Because they were surrounded by zombies, the colorful light and black and white light were very hidden. The necromancer did not see it. He just looked at Chu Mo standing upright in the center strangely. As the wind blew gently, his side
The long, dark hair flutters in the wind.
The eyes that shine like black gems seem to be able to penetrate everything, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised to reveal that evil smile. This exquisite facial features and fair skin can make men and women in the world jealous.
After a minute or so, he spoke: "Baby, do you know the highest level of archery?"
"The highest level of archery?" Feng Ling asked in confusion.
"That's right, when a swordsman reaches a certain level, the person is the sword and the sword is the person. In the same way, the person who uses the bow and arrow can shoot the bow and arrow wherever he wants. Even if his eyes can't see, he still has
The ears listen to the wind to identify the position, and higher-level archers will use their mind to shoot arrows, but the highest level of archery is the same as the sword, and human arrows can be combined into one." Chu Mo said calmly.
His voice was not loud, but it clearly caused ripples in Feng Ling's originally peaceful heart...
Although Feng Ling still doesn't understand it very well, she knows that no one can think of such a profound problem even for hundreds of years.
When she thought of this, Feng Ling's pupils were filled with mist. She knew that Chu Mo was teaching her by talking like this.
There are so many archers in the whole continent, but it is very difficult to improve their skills. Even among the nobles, some experience and unique skills are forbidden to be taught to outsiders. She is just an ordinary poor person. To be able to reach the level of today's silver archer is already
I have suffered a lot...
But compared with what Chu Mo just said, these are not worth mentioning at all.
"Mo..." Feng Chime was so moved that he didn't know what to do. Tears quickly slid down his cheeks. His lips moved for a long time but he said with a slight choke.
Chu Mo stretched out his hand and gently wiped the tears from his face for the wind chime, and said angrily and jokingly: "Baby, if you cry again, you will turn into a cat with a painted face... I don't like turning into a cat with a painted face..."
Hearing Chu Mo's words, the wind chime chirped, and a smile spread across his face, his big, slightly swollen and red eyes blinking, and his long eyelashes were still stained with the dew of spring.
Feng Ling raised his face and glared angrily at Chu Mo. His cute little nose was wrinkled, and his crescent moon-like eyes were also widened.
"If I turned into a colorful-faced cat, I would rely on you. I would rely on you..."
Chu Mo gently took the wind chime into his arms, as if he couldn't help but fuse the wind chime with him.
"Quack... It's so poignant and touching... Today I will help you and let you go to hell to become a ghost couple..." Such a harmonious and beautiful moment was ruined by a sharp voice, and the necromancer Lai Man was seen.
Standing on the outside with a sarcastic smile, he said loudly.
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"The clown..." Chu Mo slowly turned around, let go of the wind chime, and said coldly.
The sound was not loud but sounded clearly in Lai Man's ears.
This made Lai Man, who was already unhappy, even more angry, but he quickly calmed down, waved his magic staff and said arrogantly: "Chu Mo, in order to kill you, I summoned 500 intermediate-level modified zombies. Today you
Dead."
After hearing Lai Man's words, Chu Mo took three steps forward, stood still, slowly extended his left hand, and bluffed his fingers, making a gesture of holding something.
"What is he going to do?" Lai Man was stunned and asked secretly in his heart.
Chu Mo soon answered.
A virtual long bow composed of countless small cyan light spots around it, emitting cyan light.
His left hand gently held such a bow.
"Magic bow?" Lai Man's voice was a little surprised.
He was not surprised that Chu Mo used magic elements, but he was puzzled when he transformed into a magic bow.
"Look carefully..." Chu Mo raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing two rows of white teeth, and that evil smile appeared in the eyes of the necromancer.
Feng Chime stared closely at the bow in Chu Mo's hand, and Lai Man stared closely at...
Chu Mo's right hand also slowly stretched out at this time. Lai Man didn't pay attention just now, but now because he was highly concentrated, he could see Chu Mo's hand clearly.
What kind of hands are these?
Beautiful, yes, only beautiful or perfect can be used to describe his hands.
It is really special that a man's hands can be described as beautiful. His hands are slender, very white and crystal clear, exuding a unique temperament.
As his right hand gently clasped the bowstring of cyan light, dots of cyan light quickly gathered.
Lai Man can even see every detail of the collusion of elements with his eyes. He is very shocked in his heart. Maybe he can use all kinds of low-level magic at will, but he has never carefully observed the details of the gathering and combination of magic elements. But now
He saw it.
A little bit of cyan light (wind element) gathered in this man's hand...
Soon an arrow of wind element appeared on the bow string.
Chu Mo's eyes didn't seem to need to aim, and his hands were strong and quick to draw the round bow.
With a slight release of his fingers, the arrow was shot...
When this arrow was shot, it seemed very ordinary, and it rushed forward very quickly.
Lai Man stared at the arrow closely. Seeing that the speed and momentum were not great, he laughed. Yes, although his laughter was very unpleasant, he laughed. He laughed at Chu Mo's hypocrisy, such an ordinary thing.
Arrow is also said to be a very terrible archery skill.
Feng Ling stared at the arrow closely. Although she saw this arrow, it was a bit strange, but she understood Chu Mo's arrow very well.
There was no expression on Chu Mo's face. After the arrow was shot, he seemed to be as motionless as an old monk in trance.
The arrow has been shot into the head of the first zombie.