Chapter 65 Wolves
"Finally officially stepped into the Beginner Yuanshi!" Feeling the changes in his body, his already resolute face added a few points of confidence.
From ordinary people to beginner scholars, it seems that there is only one layer of separation, but it is a world of difference. This is a qualitative change from nothing. Although Yuan Li can also be used before, it is a temporary reserve after all, not to mention that it is difficult to control, and it can only be used with three axes.
The mind then connects with the multicolored beads, which are constantly changing colors while slowly spinning.
"It seems that the Yuan technique used is different, and the breath of this bead is also different. Zhang Mochen said to himself, "It would be nice if there were other kinds of Yuan Techniques, preferably Fire Yuan Techniques, which must be restrained by heaven." β
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Mochen shook his head, because the heavens are different, and if he wants to obtain fire, the wood attribute meta-technique now looks a bit of a fool's dream!
Feeling a little speechless about his naΓ―ve thoughts, a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but the next moment, the smile was replaced by embarrassment, Zhang Mochen lowered his head slightly, and a naked body appeared in his pupils!
His eyes were cast around, and after a moment, his face was happy, and Zhang Mochen ran towards a bush of vegetation not far away.
The wide blades of grass were broken, and then they buckled each other, and they were very busy, and after a long time, a simple grass skirt that was extremely ugly appeared out of thin air after Zhang Mochen breathed a long sigh of relief.
"That's it!"
Zhang Mochen was happy, then tied the grass skirt to his waist, looked at it expectantly, and then laughed at himself: "Ugly is ugly, but it's quite strict." β
After tidying himself up, Zhang Mochen began to seriously check the surrounding environment.
Overhead, a cloud of mist was shrouded in mist, and the sky could not be seen at all, and occasionally a gust of wind passed, and the fog temporarily dispersed, and the sky was only a touch of blue the size of the bowl.
Looking up for a moment, he retracted his gaze in disappointment, feeling that he was the frog at the bottom of the well, Zhang Mochen shook his head helplessly.
"Surrounded by walls on three sides, and I can't climb up, what should I do?" After groping at the bottom of the cliff for a few more hours, Zhang Mochen asked himself with some anxiety.
Sitting on the edge of the lake under the waterfall, he picked up a handful of lake water and sprinkled it on his face, and a coolness made Zhang Mochen's anxious mood quietly calm down.
Surrounded by walls on three sides, but there is still a way out, but Zhang Mochen doesn't plan to try, because the slowly drifting dense fog makes him panic in his heart, which is a fear from the depths of his soul. It is as if he is locked in an iron cage, with three copper walls and iron walls, and the only way out is also full of danger.
Listening to the agitation of the waterfall, Zhang Mochen looked bitter, picked up a small pebble, and threw it towards the center of the lake.
"Poof!" The stone was too small to cause ripples. However, Zhang Mochen's brows suddenly furrowed, because at the same time as the stone sank into the lake, there was a low roar behind him.
In the blink of an eye, a pair of eyes glowing with a cold green light slowly walked out of the dense fog, under the cold green light, the stinky mouth shook from time to time, and the sharp fangs dripped with mucus, revealing the viciousness.
"White Moon Wolf!"
Recognizing the appearance of the demon beast at a glance, Zhang Mochen's heart sank. Although the White Moon Wolf is only a first-order demon beast, it is extremely fierce, if it really wants to delineate the level, its strength should be similar to that of the intermediary Yuanshi. In addition to the ferocious beastliness and strong strength, there is another fundamental reason that makes Zhang Mochen dignified, that is, the wolf pack, the White Moon Wolf never walks alone.
Sure enough, the head wolf roared in the sky, and seven pairs of green light slowly walked out of the dense fog.
Under Zhang Mochen's nervous gaze, the eight white moon wolves had already formed an encirclement.
With eight fierce beasts in front of him and a lake behind him, Zhang Mochen had no way out.
"Aren't they afraid of my ......" Zhang Mochen asked himself puzzled, but soon his heart sank, "It's broken, the cow's snot was washed away by the rain!"
At this time, the head wolf raised his head to the sky and roared again, and the wolves seemed to have received orders and began to slowly tighten the encirclement.
Urging the breath of his whole body to the extreme, Zhang Mochen stared cautiously ahead, not daring to act rashly for a while.
If there is a lone wolf on the other side, Zhang Mochen, who has officially stepped into the junior Yuanshi now, can still fight, and with the purple electric pattern, it is not difficult to erase it.
But in fact, what sounded in his ears was one roar after another, and his eyes were imprinted with a pair of cold green lights, facing the eight white moon wolves comparable to intermediary Yuanshi, Zhang Mochen had no chance of winning at all.
Finally it was in attack range, and the wolves did not move on. The two sides entered a stalemate before the hand-to-hand engagement.
After staring at Zhang Mochen for a moment, the head wolf lowered his center of gravity, and after a low roar, he finally burst out and took the lead in attacking.
Looking at the head wolf that swooped down in mid-air, Zhang Mochen's eyes were horizontal, and then his wrists were merged, his palms were spread out, and after a soft drink, a yellow vitality shield was condensed.
"Bang!"
The muffled sound of impact reflected the unrivaled strength of the head wolf. On the yellow shield, spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared, and then quickly extended, until the entire shield collapsed and collapsed.
Although the shield was knocked apart, the head wolf did not take advantage, because after letting out a miserable scream in pain, his body was shocked and flew backwards, rolling on the ground several times to stabilize his inertia, but the next second he bit Zhang Mochen again.
Seeing that the wolf was shaken back, the wolves did not have any fear, on the contrary, because they were provoked, the coldness in the green pupils was even worse at this time, and the speed of the forward rush was a little faster.
Seeing the seven pairs of fishy fangs biting at him, Zhang Mochen frowned again, compared to the attack of the first wolf, the siege of the wolves made him a little overwhelmed.
The three White Moon Wolves jumped high and pounced on Zhang Mochen's head, while the other four lowered their center of gravity and bit at their legs.
Seeing that he was locked by the wolves, Zhang Mochen took a deep breath, then stepped on his feet violently, and his body took off into the air with his strength, and in mid-air, he stepped on the back of a white moon wolf, just avoiding the ban of the wolves.
The wolves that fluttered in the air, because of inertia, rushed directly into the water, and it seemed that they couldn't swim, and after struggling frantically on the lake, they stopped moving.
After the light skimmed the seven white moon wolves as if they were devoured, none of them swam to the shore, and Zhang Mochen, who was still in the landing, let out a long sigh of some joy.
However, just as Zhang Mochen was a little distracted, the head wolf killed again.
Feeling the wind pressure coming to his face, Zhang Mochen's heart tightened, and his eyes locked forward, only to find that a large mouth of blood was less than a few inches away from his neck.
In a hurry, Zhang Mochen raised his right arm and slapped it sideways at the head wolf.
The head wolf bit down on the neck, but there was no fishy smell of flesh and blood between the two rows of fangs, on the contrary, because of the bite, there was a crisp sound of teeth colliding.
Shaking the wolf away with one palm, Zhang Mochen knelt on one knee and panted, touched a slight bite mark on his throat, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
After rolling on the ground a few times, the head wolf stabilized his body, but he didn't continue to attack, just stared at Zhang Mochen with his cold green eyes.
Trying to calm the panic in his heart, Zhang Mochen locked tightly into the eyes of the head wolf, and a trace of secret sigh welled up.
"It's not a white moon wolf, I'm afraid those two blows just now are at most a little stronger than tickling it. Zhang Mochen thought secretly, but after feeling the colorful beads that were still full of vitality, he sneered, "But I'm not the three-plate axe I used to be, without the wolves, the master will have a good time with you." β
A brief truce was not a full stop, but a foreshadowing of a more intense fight.
A moment later, the head wolf let out a ferocious roar and rushed away again, the roar clearly accompanied by a furious rage because of the loss of the pack.
The corners of Zhang Mochen's mouth grinned, and as the rubble on the soles of his feet flew, he also exploded.
"Dragons Dance and Split!"
Turning his palm into a sword, he slashed down in the air, and the majestic vitality burst out, turning into a powerful dragon head and crushing away.
The head wolf's four claws regenerated its strength, and the hair on its back stood upside down, and the powerful dragon head could not produce any threat in those cold green eyes.
"Bang!"
Another dull thump. Looking at the turbulent fluctuations in the space, Zhang Mochen who was rushing sneered slightly, and he was confident that no one below the intermediary would dare to confront it head-on.
However, Zhang Mochen underestimated the resilience of the demon beast after all, and a moment later, in the fluctuation of the dissipation of the dragon's head, the head wolf rushed out with its fangs, although there was obvious blood clotting on his forehead, but the roar from his mouth showed that the head wolf was fighting fiercely at this moment.
Slightly shocked, but without any hesitation, Zhang Mochen withdrew his right palm, and his left hand took over, with a cold drink, dozens of vitality swooped out, looking from a distance, like more than a dozen dragon scales shuttling through the space and galloping through the wind.
The oncoming rainstorm pear blossom blocked the direction of progress, the head wolf roared angrily, and his body quickly rolled to the right, and when the last vitality passed by, he rushed towards Zhang Mochen again.
"The beast is quite flexible!"
Zhang Mochen scolded jokingly, but his expression did not show a trace of disdain, seeing that the head wolf easily dodged the attack, and in the next second, the divine sense communicated with the heavenly spirit.
The quiet heavenly spirit became violent with the awakening of the purple electric pattern, feeling the increasingly active electric pattern, Zhang Mochen's eyes that were staring at the head wolf cold with a cold light.
"Go ahead!"
The purple electric pattern finally reached a violent state, and with the master's order, it turned into an invisible lightning bolt and slashed at the heart of the wolf's eyebrows.
Zhang Mochen did not stop, but was a few points faster, galloping away as if flying close to the ground. He understands that the current mental attack can only make the opponent lose his mind for a short time, and if he misses it, he will no longer have a chance.
The head wolf didn't notice anything unusual at all, and in his opinion, the galloping humans were sheep about to fall into the wolf's mouth.
The head wolf opened its bloody mouth, its gloomy fangs were already hungry and thirsty, and it bit at Zhang Mochen's thigh.
However, there was no smell of flesh and blood coming from his mouth, on the contrary, in the green eyes of the head wolf, Zhang Mochen's figure kept flipping, and finally stood upside down on the ground.
Looking at the wolf head rolling on the ground, Zhang Mochen spat, ignoring the pain on his palm, he quickly lowered his head and looked around.