The purple-brown jujube wood is covered with sharp thorns, forming a natural mace.
The fishman weighed the stick in his hand and smashed 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 fish-man leader.
"Hiss... So... I hate wizards... Hiss!" Iseni bared his fangs and showed a bit of impatience in his round eyes.
From the time it broke free from the wizard's spell, it had already hit it six or seven times with its arms, but it never hit the slippery little wizard opposite.
"...If you are in the water...hiss...I will give you two rows of dorsal fins...hiss..." Iseni panted, trying to open his mouth wide, trying to absorb more moisture from the air.
"I won't go to the water to cause trouble for you." Zheng Qing collapsed on the ground, smiling bitterly and pulling at the rattan tied around his waist.
One end of these six or seven thumb-thick rattan sticks was wrapped around his waist, and the other end stretched out to connect with the branches of several big trees in the forest.
It was thanks to Kudzu's flexible pulling that he barely managed to avoid the fish-men's continuous attacks.
"We can't let you use weapons anymore." The young public-funded student murmured, focusing his eyes on the 'mace' in the fish-man's hand.
Iseni smacked his lips, and after feeling the stinging pain from the cracked gill sacs subside a lot, he opened his dorsal fins and struck again with the wooden stick.
This time, Zheng Qing did not use the cane behind him, but rolled and crawled to avoid the attack.【】
The thick wooden stick rubbed his body and hit the ground hard, splashing a piece of mud.
Zheng Qing stared closely at the jujube stick that was very close to him without blinking his eyelids.
It's not that he is brave enough to be able to keep his composure even when the mountain collapses in front of him. It's because when casting a spell, the wizard's sight must catch the other person in order to accurately release the spell.
Two thick vines burst out of the ground and instantly tied the fallen wooden stick to the ground.
The fishman tilted his head and tugged, but instead of pulling out the stick, more vines came out of the soil and were tied to the stick.
Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
Iseni turned his head, looked at the young wizard a few steps away, grinned, simply dropped the wooden stick in his hand, jumped up, waved his fist as big as a bowl, and smashed it viciously. A rising and falling tide.
The feeling surges with its fist, as if it echoes the beating of the blood and heart, making people palpitate.
Zheng Qing's pupils suddenly shrank.
Fishmen are very strong.
He was very impressed by this.
When he was in school, he was also on the shore of Linzhong Lake. He once led a group of freshmen in a tug-of-war on land with a fish-man, but was almost dragged into the lake by the fish-man.
The relaxed and carefree look of that fish-man still stayed in his mind.
He must not be hit by this fist. Zheng Qing's expression was a little distorted, and his heart was beating crazily in his chest.
You will definitely be smashed into a pulp!
However, along with the sound of waves crashing around Iseni, a strange force flowed around. Zheng Qing was horrified to find that he seemed to be restrained by something, and his movements seemed to be moving in a quagmire.
As if aware of the host's crisis, the Dharma book in his hand suddenly burst out with a strong green light, illuminating the dark corner of the forest so brightly that even the moon hanging in the sky eclipsed it.
The group of blind birds took advantage of the short daylight to flap their wings quickly and fled into the distance in a hurry.
The eyes of the tree sperm hiding in the nest finally had some focus. They poked their heads out in confusion, and then retracted their heads into the cave at a faster speed. Some agile guys even pulled a few from the outside.
Thin branches blocked the entrance to the cave.
And Iseni, who rushed towards Zheng Qing, was the first to bear the brunt.
For fish people who like dark environments, there is nothing more annoying than bright light.
A strong green light flashed in front of its eyes, causing him to lose his vision for an instant, and even his sense of direction was confused. The fist he swung out based on his memory hit the air.
Green light comes and goes quickly.
A few seconds later, Zheng Qing was the first to regain his sight.
He looked at the body of the murloc a few steps in front of him that was staggering due to excessive exertion. His mind was in a trance, and the muscles all over his body relaxed almost immediately. Rolling sweat was pumped out of his pores like a waterfall, and he was sweating in the blink of an eye.
Wet his back.
Not far away, the tall fishman leader closed his eyes tightly and roared angrily. He moved his arms randomly around, making the branches whine and blowing up a smelly fist wind.
The stench accumulated in the air and was suffocating.
But the public-funded student did not complain at all. He breathed in the originally disgusting air, and his mind was filled with gratitude for the fist he had dodged.
The rattan around the waist was like a tame giant python, sliding to the ground obediently.
Zheng Qing looked gratefully at the pile of canes coiled at his feet.
If the vine hadn't dragged him back a few seconds ago, even if the bright light blinded the fishman's eyes, he would still have been smashed into a meat pie by the fishman.
…
not far away.
Under the big willow tree.
The two old men watching the battle were obviously a little surprised by what happened in front of them.
"Very surprising..." The old fish man leaned on crutches, tilted his head, stared at the moon with his round, cloudy eyes, and the beard on his chin slowly undulated in the breeze.
"Indeed." Old Man Verne retracted his steps and answered briefly.
He almost intervened in the fight between the two young men.
Even he couldn't help but narrow his eyes during the fight between rabbits and falcons just now.
"Today's young people." The old school worker touched the wooden stick in his hand, shook his head slowly, and sighed with unfinished meaning.
"Is that 'Gezhi Tanxi'?" The old fish man turned his face sideways with great interest, staring at the two young people not far away with unfocused eyes, his tone seemed very casual: "I remember the old one
Wizards use it to tie up their prey."
"What you call the past was at least fifty years ago." Old Man Verne said sarcastically: "The creativity of young people will always exceed the imagination of the old people. If you know that these dolls now use 'Katypus zhong Si Yu'
Whatever you do, you will definitely not ask such a stupid question."
"Judging from the punch just now, little Iseni's bloodline development is not complete." The old fish man changed the topic and said: "Without the guidance of a real powerful person, he can achieve this level, which is already extraordinary.
Not bad.”
"Gongsun Bing of the Moon Council is very good at this." After a long silence, the old man Verne finally said: "Maybe I can ask him for you."
"I thought you hated aliens." The old fish man was obviously a little surprised by the old school worker's suggestion.
"I do hate aliens." Old Man Verne said with a stern face and a somewhat tough voice: "But I hate monsters even more... When the wind is blowing and the rain is about to come, I will not do anything irrational because of my personal preferences.
things."
"This sounds like someone from the First University." The old fish man chuckled, his two long beards hanging happily around his mouth.