Meng Lei sat on a stone step, holding a jade slip in each of his hands, and a smile appeared in the corner of his eye.

Now that three days have passed since the hatching time of the turkey chicks, Meng Lei finally chose Aoguyan.

Since the fire rooster had already regarded Mengyue as a relative for the first time, Menglei also taught Mengyue the mid-level spiritual technique of the fire system in that accident, but he didn't expect that because Mengyue's body was too full of fire spiritual power, he actually directly helped him practice the Fire Dance!

Mengyue's strength skyrocketed, but Menglei was a little embarrassed, his elf was the flying elf Aoguyan who had not yet hatched.

In this way, it is difficult to decide whether to practice the Fire Dance or not. On the one hand, there is the temptation of mid-level spiritual magic, and on the other hand, you have to face the consequences of prematurely determining the only two attributes of life

Once Meng Lei chose to practice the Dance of Fire, adding that his initial spirit was a flying system, Meng Lei was basically fixed between these two attributes of spiritual magic in the future.

This made Meng Lei very hesitant, the fire elves are not so easy to meet, even if they hit the big luck, it is not certain who will accept whom.

Meng Lei thought about it and gave up the Dance of Fire, but fortunately, Meng Yue gave his spiritual quota to Meng Lei, and in this way, Meng Lei lost a mid-level spiritual technique and replaced it with a low-level spiritual art.

Counting one of his own low-level, Meng Lei has two low-level ones to choose from, although the ordinary system of spiritual arts, other departments can basically be selected, but the ordinary low-level spiritual skills are really not good.

Meng Lei finally chose the two low-level spiritual techniques of "pecking" and "wind" in the flying spirit technique.

"Pecking" is a relatively simple spiritual technique, which is to compress one's wind spiritual power into a needle, which can then be attached to any weapon, such as the tip of a sword, the blade of a knife, an arrow or the tip of a spear.

Of course, it can also be attached to the fingertip, which is considered a relatively sharp attack, but unfortunately, it cannot be without attachments, and once it leaves the object, it will dissipate.

Compared with the "peck", the "wind" is more convenient and more destructive, and it does not need attachments and can be remotely controlled to attack.

However, it also has the disadvantage that it is slow to cast spells, and it is easy to be interrupted once you are close to someone.

The most amazing thing is that Gu Helan actually has a recommendation on this low-level spiritual technique.

Meng Lei thought he was dazzled at first, but after reading the introduction written by Gu Helan on it, he suddenly realized.

The spiritual technique of "wind" is mainly able to control the cyclone around the object, and then form an atmospheric cyclone to blow people away and turn them into dizziness.

Such a spirit technique can be applied both on the opponent and of course on oneself.

With "Rising Wind", you can temporarily lift yourself off the ground, but this requires good intensity, and for opponents in the air, "Rising Wind" is definitely their nemesis!

Because the wind can control the air flow around the opponent, the opponent in the air can hardly stabilize the body, so he can only be slaughtered, but if the strength of the two is too different, there is no way to affect the opponent.

It took Meng Lei two days to barely be able to perform these two spiritual skills, but unfortunately the Proud Bone Yan had not hatched yet, so he couldn't help for the time being.

"Meng Lei, come here!"

Wu Fengjiao, wearing a white T-shirt and blue denim shorts, stood behind a tree and beckoned to Meng Lei, whose watermelon head looked a little bright in the sun.

"It's coming!"

Meng Lei answered and walked under the tree.

Speaking of which, Wu Fengjiao's choice turned out to be a grass spiritual power with a lot of weaknesses, which may be related to the elves she chose.

Wu Fengjiao's initial companion was a light green elf with a large dark green leaf on its head, which took up almost half the size of her body.

Around its neck are turquoise buds, with a white toe at the end of its limbs, and a small tail that sits lazily in front of a tree to bask in the large leaves on its head.

It is the chrysanthemum leaves of the Kanto region!

"Looks like an experimental elf, too"

Meng Lei secretly guessed.

Wu Fengjiao's spiritual skills are the middle-level spiritual technique "Cotton Spore" and the low-level spiritual technique "Vine Whip". The former conjures up special spores through psychic magic, and this spores will dull people's nerves and slow down by half a beat when they come into contact with the body.

Although the latter is only a low-level, it requires you to be able to conjure vines before you can start practicing, and it is still very difficult to learn.

The other is Dai Hai, who has met several times, Dai Hai looked arrogant, and looked coldly at Meng Lei who was trotting over and said:

"Hurry up, we're going to assemble!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, and behind him, a sky-blue elf with a brown turtle shell on its body, landed on its feet, and a wavy blue tail protruded from under the turtle shell, following it inseparably.

It is the water spirit of the Kanto region, the Jenny turtle.

"Jenny! Jenny! ”

Behind him, Jenny Turtle walked on two calves, panting and following a meter behind him.

"Jenny Turtle, what are you doing?

Don't hurry up yet! ”

Dai Hai advanced for a while and saw Jenny Turtle behind him, frowned, turned around and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Jenny!"

Jenny Turtle didn't hear Dai Hai's blame, but saw Dai Hai stop and wait for it, his eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace.

"Jenny!"

Jenny Turtle opened his arms as he ran, as if he wanted Daikai to hold it.

"Go by yourself!"

Dai Hai said coldly.

"Jenny..."

Dai Hai walked a few steps and found that Jenny Turtle was still stunned in place, looking at him aggrievedly with a pair of big watery eyes.

Dai Hai had a little headache, patted his forehead with his left hand, squatted down and said:

"Alright, alright!

Come on! ”

Dai Hai was a little helpless, and his tone was still very stiff.

"Jenny!"

Jenny Turtle grinned and threw himself on Dai Hai's back with a smile, his limbs hanging on his shoulders, his round little blue head rubbing against Dai Hai's back, and his long wavy tail swaying from side to side.

Dai Hai only felt that his shoulders sank, and his right hand reached behind his back to support Jenny Turtle Dao:

"You hold steady."

"Jenny!"

Jenny replied with a smile.

"Laughing at what?"

Dai Hai looked at Wu Fengjiao coldly and said.

"No... It's nothing. ”

Wu Fengjiao hugged her limbs to the sky in her chest, and said with a snoring chrysanthemum leaf in her arms:

"They're still small, so they still need to rest more."

Dai Hai ignored Wu Fengjiao, he glanced at Meng Lei and said:

"Your elves haven't hatched yet?"

"Nonsense, don't you know how to see if you don't have long eyes?"

Meng Lei thought so in his heart, and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Dai Hai saw that Menglei ignored him, and a trace of anger flashed on his face, but he still suppressed it.

None of the three of them spoke again, and in an awkward atmosphere, the three of them finally came to a platform, surrounded by a small leaf banyan that was nearly thirty meters high.

The tree has a diameter at breast height of two meters, a huge canopy that shades the sky and the sun, and a new trunk formed by aerial roots growing on the branches and reaching down into the soil is called pillar roots, and its pillar roots are intertwined with the branches.

Under the shade of the trees stood more than a dozen students, and Yuan Xiang Xuehai wore a nude chiffon strap long skirt with a striped T-shirt in the main color of white.

The single ponytail on the back of his head had been untied, and his long black hair poured down like a waterfall and scattered over his shoulders.

The sky-blue eyes faintly looked at the whispering students on the side, the breeze blew, and the snow-white dress danced, revealing the light-colored canvas shoes he was wearing, and the fairy spirit was elegant.

Next to its left leg, there was a lazy-looking fire rock rat, lying on all fours on the ground, with small eyes and a look of enjoyment.