It didn't take long to think about it, and the fish-man boy made his choice: "I want to learn to tread waves." ”

It's not hard to choose.

Strong scales have drawbacks, the nature of the whirling knife is the icing on the cake, with treading waves, you can greatly improve the mobility of the teenager, and in many battles to advance and retreat freely. Although it is not an offensive or defensive fighting skill, it can greatly improve the combat ability of the teenager.

The old brown scaly eyes lit up slightly: "Wise choice, I'll teach you the operation route of Douqi, it's more complicated." ”

The route is not complicated once it is, but the IQ of the fishman is like that, and the boy can easily understand it.

After a few attempts, and after a few failures, the water gushed under the fish-man boy's feet, and after a while, the whole person suddenly rushed to the top of the old brown scales' head.

Old Brown Scales was dumbfounded.

"This, has this been learned?" Sauerkraut opened his mouth wide, he had learned this fighting skill for two years, and it took him two full years to learn!

The old shaman of the fishman was also shaken in her heart, and she looked at the young man intently: "Do you have the blood of a spellcaster? You have an extraordinary spirit, you have a very strong ability to understand, who are your parents, and what kind of blood do you have?"

So, the fish-man boy looked slightly gloomy and told the tragic past of the death of his parents.

"I was brought up by my mother, and I heard her say that our original tribe encountered terrifying sea beasts during the Great Migration. My dad died in battle, and my mom got sick and died after she taught me how to survive on my own. ”

"Tianzhu Haiyan is not my real hometown. ”

"So that's the case, I'm just like you, I'm an orphan, and my master raised me. "Sauerkraut Road. Old Brown Scale is equivalent to his adoptive father, and it is precisely because of this that Old Brown Scale will regard sauerkraut as the inheritor without a qualified bloodline heir.

The fish-man boy glanced at the sauerkraut, but he didn't expect the excuse he made up to dispel most of the hostility of the fish-man and sympathize with him.

"Son, you can make this your home. The old fish-man shaman comforted gently.

The fish-man boy shook his head: "No, I'm more used to being alone in the wild than living with other fish-people. ”

The old brown scale and the old shaman glanced at each other, and the former smiled: "Since you think so, we won't force you to stay." But don't forget that the two of you are going to fight again before you go. ”

Sauerkraut suddenly surged with battle intent: "This time I won't be careless, I will use my real strength." ”

The fish-man boy snorted coldly, with the pride of a genius: "Do you think that if I have learned these two fighting skills, do you still have a chance?"

The old brown scaly laughed and said to the fish-man boy, "If you win again this time, I will teach you another fighting skill." ”

The fish-man boy shook his head and retorted: "No, I will snatch those two bronze scimitars, you have to teach me two!"

Old Brown Scales said: "Since we want to fight, we won't take advantage of you." Give you a week to practice your fighting skills. ”

The fish-man boy shook his head again: "No need, you can do it the day after tomorrow." ”

He didn't want to stay here any longer, a week was too long.

The pride of the young man made the fish-man sauerkraut extremely embarrassed, and he glared at the young man: "One day is enough for you to practice? The duel the day after tomorrow, I will give you a taste of defeat!"

Word of a duel between the two spreads.

The fish people in the town are looking forward to it. Fish people generally believe that sauerkraut did not show his true strength in the first game.

The day after tomorrow, everyone's expectations were interrupted by unexpected visitors.

The fish-man at the head was tall and mighty, and his physique was more than twice the size of the old brown scales.

He was armed with a long-handled broadsword, a huge fish head, and a layer of steel armor that radiated a faint magical glow.

"I'm pretty hard, and the Brute Fish Patriarch is my father. The fish-man voice was hoarse, and the silver breath was strong and strong, "I'm here to recruit the fish-people and crusade against the lobster-sucking lobstermen in the trenches. ”

The fishmen of the town gathered and saluted the fishmen in unison.

Even the town elder shaman was no exception.

Although the brutal cultivation is vindictive, among the fish-man tribes, the status of the Dharma is higher. But the brute identity is higher, and the force behind him, the Barbarian Fish Clan, is one of the three superior clans in the eyes of Tianzhu Sea.

This fish-man village is the barbarian tribe that took refuge, protected by it, and at the same time made offerings on time.

The old shaman asked, "How many fishmen do you need?"

Old Brown Scales was worried. The lobster people in the sucking trench are huge, and even if they win, the fish people will suffer heavy casualties. If it doesn't work, the whole town is empty of ten households and nine empty, and it is directly abolished.

The old shaman had the same concern.

But unexpectedly, he said stiffly: "There are not many people, what I need is transcendental, to carry out a surprise attack and decapitation." Two black iron and seven bronze came out of the knife fin. You're on the same scale. Of course, if the old shaman goes to battle in person, I would welcome it. ”

Before the old shaman could speak, the old brown scaly spoke, "I'll go, Elder Town, you are seriously ill, so you should stay in the town to recuperate." ”

Of course, the old shaman was not sick, but he also coughed twice cooperatively, and said, "It's really unfortunate......

As soon as he said that, he was interrupted by a brute stretch of his hand: "Okay, I know, defend against Knife Fin Town." After all, the mayor of Bladefin didn't go to war. ”

"Okay, don't talk nonsense with you, I'm going to Shippi Town to summon another batch of people. Call out your mighty men. ”

The old shaman used a spell to summon the extraordinary fishmen of the town.

"Master, let me fight for you this time. "Sauerkraut said to the old brown scales.

The old brown scaly suddenly scolded: "Nonsense, your fighting skills haven't been cultivated yet." What are you going to do?

The fishman in Blade Fin Town suddenly spoke: "Tough adult, I know this sauerkraut, it was cultivated by the old brown scales, and its strength is very strong." In comparison, the old brown scales are already old and decrepit. ”

"Oh, then you will go to war in place of your master. He glanced at it hard, and gave the order casually, with an attitude that could not be opposed.

The old brown scales' face changed suddenly.

It doesn't matter if he dies in battle, he's already so old, but sauerkraut is still young, and sauerkraut is the hope for the future of the town.

However, since he spoke, the old brown scales could only nod in agreement.

The fishmen of Bladefin Town suddenly showed a successful smile in their conspiracy.

"I'll do it too. At this time, the fish-man boy walked out of the crowd and offered to join.

Seeing that he was also a black iron, the fishman of Blade Fin Town was a little surprised, who was this strange fishman? Why didn't he have any information about him?

As Black Iron, he is already the backbone of the Fishman Village and Town, and it makes no sense that the hostile forces have cultivated a Black Iron level fighter in the town, and there is no information on this side.

The black iron fish man in front of him simply suddenly emerged from the mud and sand.

Seeing the fish-man boy come forward, the old shaman and the old brown scale all cast grateful and appreciative glances.

"Good brother!" Sauerkraut was agitated and punched the fish-man boy in the chest with his fist.

In fact, the fish-man boy has his own plans.

The biggest purpose of his trip was to find out information. So, Brute Hard is a more suitable target than Old Shaman and Old Brown Scale, and he needs to get close to Brute Hard.

"You!" the fish-man boy held the black iron scimitar in his hand and pointed at the fish-man in Blade Fin Town, "You just talked a lot, come and fight me!"

The teenager challenged him in person.

The crowd was amazed.

After reacting, the old brown scaly let out a low sigh and said in an anxious tone: "Run, don't be reckless!"

The Bladefin Fishman, who was deliberately provoked by the boy, showed an offended look of annoyance.

He bared his teeth and squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "Very good, you actually dare to challenge Lord Scar." Then let me teach you a lesson. ”

The old shaman looked at the brute with a pleading gaze: "My lord, your expedition is imminent......

But he snorted coldly and interrupted the old shaman's words again: "It's okay, let them fight." I also want to understand the real combat power of my subordinates. At the same time, I am also curious about what kind of courage can allow this young fishman to challenge a famous master. ”

Fish-Man Scar is second only to the Blade Fin Mayor.

He has been famous for a long time, and he is famous for murder.

In the eyes of others such as Mangang, the fishman boy is bold and dares to provoke him!

The battle soon began with the fishmen watching.

Scar's palm stroked the fins on the outside of his forearm, smirking and not attacking.

He has obvious characteristics of knife fin bloodline - the outside of the forearm, the back of the calf, and the entire head and back of the fish, all have vertical fins. The fins are dark silver in color and have sharp corners.

The size of the sword-fin fishman is more slender and thin than that of a normal fishman.

Scar was at least two heads taller than the Fish-Man Boy.

The fish-man boy's wrist flipped, and the black iron scimitar lifted a knife flower in his hand.

Then, he directly used the sword technique Red Scale Dance.

The next moment, the fish-man boy pounced directly on Scar.

Scar doesn't have any weapons in both hands, but a pair of fins on the outside of his forearms are his natural weapons.

He raised his arm, and the fins collided with the black iron scimitar, exploding with a flash of sparks.

Scar has the strength of the black iron level, and the quality of his fin has also reached the level of black iron, and he is not afraid to fight against the black iron scimitar in the young man's hand.

When the young man saw that the attack was blocked, he was not discouraged, but the attack became a little more fierce.

The scimitar continued to slash out, and the speed was very fast, and the water rushed wildly.

Scar is well-organized, his steps are calm, sometimes backward and sometimes forward, resisting the onslaught of the young man while waiting for the opportunity to move.

Seeing that the boy had the upper hand, the sauerkraut applauded loudly.

The fishmen in the town are also waving their flags and shouting for the rush.

"Not good!" said Old Brown Scales, worried.

The same is true of the old shaman.

Some of the rest of the Bladefinfish watched with their arms crossed, and some sneered and were full of confidence in Scar.

Old Brown Scaly became more and more worried: "It's too reckless to rush, and he used all his strength as soon as he came up." I know very well that Scar wants to plot and run around! Since the battle, he has never taken the initiative to attack, and has been saving his physical strength. And rushing around blindly attacking, physical strength will be consumed quickly. Once the physical strength is a little weak and the flaws are exposed, it is time for Scar to counterattack!"

"When Scar actually attacks, he's going to be very fast. Rush should be the first time he has fought against the Bladefinmen, and it will be difficult to get used to their speed. I'm afraid I'll be disemboweled!"

But it is useless to be anxious.

The old brown scales and the old shaman have lost control of the situation.

Sure enough, just as the old brown scale expected, the fish-man boy couldn't attack for a long time, his physical strength declined, and his knife speed gradually declined.

Scar sneered and suddenly made a move!

"Be careful!!" exclaimed Old Brown Scale.

But Scar's forearm thrust hard against the Fish-Man Boy, and the hard fin was about to slash into the Boy's chest.

Fighting skills - treading waves!

The next moment, a torrent suddenly surged from the fish-man boy's feet, pushing him several steps away.

Scar is hollowed out.

He glared at the boy, surprised.

"Huh?" was a little surprised.

The boy suddenly retreated to a safe distance, then stomped on the bottom of the sea, and the waves were used again, propelling him towards Scar.

The ferocious scimitar attack is back again.

Scar is once again pressed downwind.

But this time, he was no longer as calm as before, and he was very embarrassed.

The fellow sword-fin fish people were no longer calm, and looked at the figure of the young man fighting in disbelief.

"What's going on?"

"I'm not mistaken!"

"This brown-scaled fishman actually uses two fighting skills at the same time?!"

The old brown scales and the old shaman are all surprises.

The sauerkraut is even more admiring. He also practiced the two fighting skills of Red Scale Flurry Dance and Wave Treading, and knew very well that the difficulty of using these two fighting skills at the same time was terrifying!

Even the old brown scales can't be used like this.

But the Fish-Man Boy did it to this extent!

"His bloodline must not be simple! he is a genius!" the words in the old shaman's heart were also the consensus of the fish people watching the battle.