Compared with the young wizards on the Crescent Lake, the old people on Lishan can see more profoundly.
“Too fast.”
The old wizard led by O'Brien's family frowned slightly, his eyes fell on Zheng Qing's sleeve, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes, and his brows became heavier and heavier.
"What's too fast?" The entourage behind him did not understand the old wizard's meaning.
"That young man casts the spell too fast."
Another family elder next to him briefly explained: "Using the Transformation Curse to analyze the talisman is not a simple matter. When he was performing the Dharma on stage, he needed to calm down at the same time, prepare the talisman, open the Dharma book, and recite the spell... The whole process took more than five seconds even if it was very smooth."
"But in the blink of an eye, the Jueyin bird came out of his sleeve." A trace of suddenness appeared on the entourage's face, and the eyes looking at Zheng Qing were a little confused: "...How did he do it?"
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“No cheating.”
The counselor of the Three-Eyed Tribe played with his jade-embedded forehead. The third eye on the forehead flashed in his eyes, and his tone was affirmative: "Although I don't know what skills he used, I can be sure that he didn't do anything in his sleeve..."
"He was obviously not skilled enough on stage before, and he should have just been exposed to the talisman fusion technique." The representative of the Duoqi clan rubbed the brain on the other cheek, and his tone was a little hesitant: "But only a few minutes later... his second fusion spell can almost be regarded as an instant!"
"In other words, he integrated a very profound magic technique he had just realized in a very short time?" The consul of the multi-arm tribe held up two wine glasses and touched him, sighing with appreciation: "What an amazing talent... No wonder he was chosen by the member of the Moon Under the Parliament."
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Zheng Qing naturally didn't know the comments of the elderly on Lishan, otherwise he would have praised "Ginger is still the hottest thing" in his heart. No wonder he could become an elder of various families.
Of course he didn't cheat or do anything on his sleeve.
But he didn't rely entirely on his own abilities just now. Just as the old wizards on Lishan said, he had just understood the skills of fusion of talismans and deformation curse. He could not use it even though he could not use it. How could he deal with it so skillfully on the spot?
The reason why he did not use a talisman gun was because he accidentally "borrowed" an unexpected force in the confrontation just now. Or to a more accurate description, the little green snake living in his ears took the initiative to borrow some power for him.
The heartstrings that were shocked by the boy were awakened. After the little green snake spit out a letter and sent him to the opera stage, it did not fall asleep again. The lively aura that filled Shanglinyuan nourished his increasingly dry spirit and made him wake up a lot.
These auras originate from both the natural breath of spring and the aura of living the young wizards. For an existence whose purpose is to die, there is nothing that makes him desire more than life.
Therefore, He urgently needs this breath to be stronger.
And Zheng Qing is the best raft.
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Compared with other people watching the fun.
Several witches from the Qingqiu family were in a more tangled mood at this moment.
On the one hand, they would like to see a scumbag being taught a lesson in public; but on the other hand, they would not want to teach that guy a lesson from Tushan's family.
This kind of subtle emotion is difficult for others to feel.
The two young wizards on the stage naturally did not know the various troubles outside the field.
When the heat waves that hit the fireball and the little blue bird dissipated and the figures of the two were clearly revealed again, Tu Shan Chujiu looked at Zheng Qing and shook his head with a very small amplitude:
"If you're just that..."
She didn't finish the following words, but the feeling of disappointment was expressed very clearly. But immediately, she restrained her emotions, calmed her attitude, and her momentum became much more solemn again.
Zheng Qing looked at her and for some reason suddenly thought of Jiang Yu, Su Shijun, and many young wizards from aristocratic families he had met.
They are usually proud enough, cautious enough when fighting, with elders behind them, and rich magic resources provided by their families. Compared with them, what else do the children of the Fringe Academy have besides some persistence, tenacity and perseverance?
As these thoughts flashed through his mind.
Tushan Chujiu took action.
Her movements were very straightforward, but she also left some room for leeway. She brushed her hands across the Dharma Book, her fingers rotated like a flower, and three fox tails behind her raised high, with a light roar, and dozens of fireballs all floated in the air. Compared with the fireball she had popped up casually before, the fireball floating in the air was better at this time, both temperature and size.
Crescent Lake.
Jiang Yu's black pupils shrank slightly, and his fingers holding the jade railing tightened.
She had just fought with Tushan Chujiu and was the most able to detect the dangers of those fireballs.
Not only that, she suspected that Tushan Chujiu was also mixed with the "Taozhiyao" fragment in the Fire Rain Curse, because the fireballs did not stop stiffly in the air, but kept changing positions like ghosts. Every time they moved and flickered, a pink petal would fall.
When the fire rain began to fall sparsely, Zheng Qing was still standing there, motionless, as if he was frightened, as if his eyes could not keep up with the trajectory of the fireballs' jumps, or was confused by the beautiful scenes falling from the sky.
Some young wizards on the bank of Crescent Lake sighed and laughed in advance.
They seemed to see the next scene - dense rain of fire fell from the sky, and might stop at the last moment when it hit the witch, which was at the end of the spring hunting ceremony.
Of course, in this process, in order to enhance persuasion, there will always be several fireballs "accidentally" falling on the witch, burning one of his sleeves, burning his hair or blacking his face.
Then Tushan Chujiu said politely, "Take the Concession", and the challenge ended here.
But this scene did not happen.
A string of sharp chirping came from the sleeves of the boy's robe, and the sound was crisp and light.
In the astonished eyes of the onlookers, one light blue bird after another came out of Zheng Qing's sleeves. Without any hesitation, it soared into the sky and rushed straight towards the unpredictable fireballs. They were flexible in shape and agile in movement, and they collided with the fireballs one by one without much effort.
During the whole process, the male witch did not turn a page of the magic book, did not pinch a magic trick, or recite a spell.
Everyone looked at this scene in shock, and no one knew what was going on.
Jiang Yu's hand holding the railing slightly relaxed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Although she didn't know how he did it.
Chapter completed!