"Tutu Tu Tu Tu - "

Turning back into a pure white tadpole, all the skills are back.

Whether it's a "floating bubble" or a "machine water gun", it's the same as before.

Ye Hanjun repeatedly observed through the naked eye and perception, and found that there was no sense of disobedience at all.

It was as if the ascension just now was fake, a product of a dream.

"Incredible."

"Anyone can see that they are clumsy, and they don't look like real humans at all."

"Turn back into a little tadpole, whether it's rank or ability, everything is the same?"

Ye Hanjun was amazed.

"Yay! Babble! ”

The little tadpole played for half a circle, and then popped back into the form of an enlightened frog.

It sits on the three-pin lotus platform, like a jade carved stone beast enshrined in the temple, and the main feature is lifelike.

"What else can you become?" Ye Hanjun asked.

In order to prevent the little guy from not understanding, he used both hands and feet, and compared the paintings.

Finally, Guaga understood what he meant, and his big eyes turned back and forth, locking the flower candle next to him.

"Poof—"

The golden light flashed, and the melon pattern did not move.

It looked around a little dazedly, as if it didn't seem to understand how the skill it had just learned had failed.

"Maybe it's a hierarchy?" Ye Hanjun pondered, "The flower candle is a small glow, you can't aim for a target whose level is higher than yours?" ”

"Quack?"

The Enlightenment Frog tilted his head, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his head.

With a soft pop, its form suddenly dissipated, and a one-meter-tall humanoid girl appeared in place.

She has a pair of pincers and a long scorpion tail on her back.

Wearing a black and white gradient dress, he was dirty, and his exposed skin was covered with scars.

"Quack?"

The Grey Desert Witch looked up.

Although a pair of eyes are also dim snake pupils, they do not have the indifference of weathering and experiencing life and death, and they are not cold at all.

At first glance, it looks more like a newborn baby, with dark eyes and a very pleasing appearance.

"Except for the eyes, the appearance is almost identical."

The flower candle instantly appeared in front of Guagua, one meter away from it, looking at each other.

Her face could not hide her surprise, and she inadvertently saw the figure of the past again, which really touched her.

"Can I use skills?"

Ye Hanjun asked more critical questions.

If the "Transfiguration" becomes the target, you can also master the opponent's spells, and this skill is simply perverted to the point of no return.

"Quack...... Wail? ”

Guagua finally knows what "skill" is.

It trembled and raised its right pincers, waving wildly into the air.

Holding his breath again, he wanted to learn from the little black hat and secrete sand from his body.

- All failed.

It seems to have only an appearance, only a breath, and no real core.

"Accreditation."

——

[Race Name]: Enlightened Frog→ Desert Witch

[Chaos Seal]: "Pure" → "Witch"

[Major]: Pure Path/Pure Path/Change Path

[Rank]: Xiazhao's Fetus, Void Introduction→ Clay Sculpture's Fetus, Dacheng

[Chaos Spirit Pattern]: ×××

[Core Personality]: "Innocent"

Current Status: Transfiguration

[Contractual relationship]: None

——

"Sure enough......"

Night Han-kun dispelled unnecessary expectations.

If you really become what it is, you will have what kind of skills.

The extreme skill of only 300 patterns cannot explain the value behind it.

Just having an appearance, and having an aura that is difficult to distinguish between real and fake, is already very powerful.

"Boom!"

Hua Candle gently waved the scissor pliers, colliding with Guagua's scorpion pliers, and the sound was crisp.

I used the large scorpion tail and clicked the small scorpion tail, and found that the mimic body was not so easy to dissipate.

"I can't use skills, but how do I feel that it has the characteristics of a witch?"

"Even if it imitates the form of gray and shiny, this body is still friendly to the sand elemental?"

"Quack ......"

The Desert Witch dissipates, and Guaga returns to her original form.

The golden light lit up, and when I looked at it again, it turned into a sandstorm witch with a perfect clay sculpture.

"Whew-whew-"

A faint wind element swirled around it, and when Guaga opened his eyes, his eyes had turned bright golden yellow.

It wears a snow-white witch dress with signature scissor pliers on both sides and a scorpion tail with black and white spiral stripes on the back.

Such a dusty, peerless appearance is exactly the same as the flower candle that has just completed the transformation ceremony.

"Wind ...... Wind ......"

Guagua opened his mouth and no longer spit out a disobedient croak.

It actually said the word "wind" in the language of the Wu clan.

Although he said it very reluctantly, like a child who has just learned to speak, stumbling and unable to be coherent.

But such a performance, whether it is a flower candle or a night cold king, his eyes lit up with a glimmer.

Changing forms, can you master the other party's language?

Doesn't this mean that the deep body structure is indeed very realistic?

"Quack!"

Guagua, which turns back into its body.

For being able to change around, from the initial discomfort, gradually transitioned to the joy of finding a favorite toy.

After some guidance, Ye Hanjun found that there are many potential limitations of the "Transfiguration Technique".

First, the rank cannot exceed Guagua.

Second, it can only acquire skills when it transforms into its past form, the "Pure White Tadpole", and it cannot be left with only the characteristics of the spiritual self and basic mobility.

Third, it is very important that if you want to deform, you also need to be familiar enough with the target.

The gray and shining desert witch and the sandstorm witch who have completed the transformation are the existences that Guagua repeatedly contacts on weekdays, and they have deep memories.

But if you point at a creature casually, such as the Eye Demon and the Bat Wing Demon in the Night Hanjun's pocket, Guagua can't transform it all at once.

It requires familiarity.

and – the level of interest.

Eye Demon, Bat Wing Demon, Guagua is still willing to grope and explore.

Summoned the messenger of doom, the little guy looked at it for a long time, and the four words of not being interested were almost written on his face.

Of course, none of this is the most outrageous.

Not only can melons become living things, but dead things can also be changed!

When it inadvertently turned into a bathtub, the corners of Ye Hanjun's mouth were crooked and crooked.

This size, this volume...... Isn't it the same as the bathroom of Villa 233?

Because they take a bath together every day, this bathtub is familiar?

If the kettle that seals it is sealed, wouldn't it be able to change it?

"Quack!"

The melon becomes a kettle, the same as a dime.

It can even be turned into a vampire dagger, and when you pull hard, it has a similar sharpness except that it can't trigger the effect of vampire.

"Are you going against the sky?"

"From today onwards, I will become like me when I learn human language, and I will become like a candle when I learn witch language, and I should be able to speed up my language comprehension ability......

"Others, let's learn more about acting......"

"When you need to confuse the real with the fake, it's your acting skills that will be tested, and the rest is not very important......"

……

One after another, Guagua's deformation revealed a rare exhaustion.

You know, in the past, the machine water gun was fired continuously, and it would not have such consumption.

"Babble......

Guagua changed back into the form of a small tadpole, took the initiative to get into the kettle, and turned into a stone to fall asleep.

Ye Hanjun pondered for a moment, and after formulating the next development strategy, his eyes fell on the snake egg.

The egg of this human-faced demon snake...... Sure enough, it's better to eat it!

It is really unnecessary to consume too many resources and time to cultivate a supernumerary spirit that is impossible to contract in the future.

No matter how strong the human-faced demon snake is, it is only strong at this stage.

When Ye Hanjun also grows to the 3rd rank, Hua Candle, Guagua, Mo, any one of them breaks through to the womb of the Jade Baby, I am afraid that they are all difficult to find opponents at the same level.

Thinking of this, Ye Hanjun no longer hesitated.

He carried the snake eggs in a sack and carried them on his back.

Although it is a bit heavy, the hardness of the eggshell is comparable to that of metal, so you don't have to worry about it being punctured casually.

……

Half a day later, Ye Hanjun successfully left the mountainside.

It's daytime, and the dense forest still creates a dark atmosphere.

Strong acid demon spiders can be seen everywhere, and the corpses that have been eaten are uncountable, and the danger of the jungle is obvious to all.

Because it was going down the mountain, Ye Hanjun's footsteps were faster.

After several waves of skirmishes, the mass grave village built against the mountains finally came into view.

"Sir, you're finally back."

Qin Hou, who was on patrol duty, put down the longbow in his hand and exhaled lightly.

It took Ye Hanjun a week to go up the mountain, and if he didn't return, there was a nine-in-a-nine probability that he would encounter misfortune.

Being able to return now indicates that this person's strength is unfathomable, and he must not be misjudged for his combat ability because of such a position as a scholar.

"Has the village chief ever returned?" Ye Hanjun asked.

"Returned." Qin Hou nodded, "The old man took a big risk, went to the demon spider's lair, and successfully stole a treasure medicine. ”

"The spider venom of Xiaoyu has been resolved, and all that remains is to recuperate."

"In the future, even if the life expectancy does not reach the level of ordinary people, we will try our best to let her have no worries about food and clothing, and my husband does not have to worry about her."

"That'll be fine."

Ye Hanjun followed Qin Hou into the village and met the old village chief.

This old man, who is over 100 years old, actually has the strength of the third rank, no wonder he can protect the safety of the village.

Ye Hanjun simply greeted each other and did not have a deep chat.

After leaving the village chief's house, he found the backyard and found the sixth child who was leisurely nibbling on wild fruits.

"Yo, did you eat deliciously?"

After a week of care, the six-legged cattle and horses gained ten pounds, and they were obviously very comfortable.

"Boom...... Moo! ”

The sixth smelled his sleeves, the familiar smell, the familiar feeling, and his eyes suddenly softened, becoming as docile as before.

"Drive!"

Ye Hanjun turned over and got on his horse, waved his hand at Qin Hou, Qin Yong and the others, and galloped all the way in the direction he came.

……

Back at the academy, it's been five days.

This trip took 17 days.

Ye Hanjun originally thought that for such a long time, his popularity in the North Courtyard would decrease slightly.

Unexpectedly, nothing has changed.

From the moment they were about to enter the city gate, the six-legged cow and horse were recognized.

When I returned to Canghai Pavilion, it was only half a day's work, and it seemed to be known to everyone.

Ye Hanjun took a bath and slept peacefully.

The next day, he went to the main hall to reactivate the cooking class.

At noon, I went to Cross Street to sell the materials harvested on this trip in batches, and replenished the lost materials by the way.

In the afternoon, when I arrived at the training hall, a knock sounded on the door.

"Master Han."

Wang Xinfei, who was dressed as a pretender, took off her cover-up coat and revealed the battle clothes inside.

"Li Jingming and Su Mei went out hunting? I didn't see her in the morning. Ye Hanjun asked.

"Yes, you didn't come back in a hurry."

Wang Xinfei replied:

"It's the second time they've gone out hunting, they've just been away for two days, so they won't be back until three or five days later."

Ye Hanjun nodded:

"Okay, today's 1-on-1 special training, be prepared to be abused."

"Yes!"

Wang Xinfei was in high spirits, summoned the contract spirit, and while doing some warm-up actions, she continued to report on the recent situation.

Night Han-kun glanced at the armored horse.

This majestic and proud horse was successfully promoted to clay sculpture shortly after the end of the freshman competition.

It also comprehended a new skill - "Pick Fly", the strength of 70 lines, which is not bad.

"Today's opponent is not a candle, nor is it a melon."

"Put on a sturdier gear, and you'll be left to the rest."

"Huh?"

Wang Xinfei was slightly stunned, and saw a guy with bandages all over his body appear in the field of vision.

The air around me suddenly became heavy, as if you had suddenly arrived in a muddy swampy area, and the slightest wrong step under your feet could lead to accidents.

"Pain...... Where is the pain......"

"It's been a long time since I've tasted pain......"

The Doomsday Messenger holds his head and his bare mouth with a mournful expression, perfectly interpreting what it means to be dissatisfied.

"Boom ......"

The armoured horse lowered its head, revealing intense vigilance.

Dangerous! Very dangerous!

This guy is by no means a good stubble, this dark and turbid breath of life...... Gotta give it your all!

"Friend, do you enjoy the pain together?"

The Doomsday Messenger spun around, turned his head in a daze, and looked at Night Hanjun with a half-expectant face.

In its subconscious, Ye Hanjun is the "painful machine".

The unfamiliar combination of Wang Xinfei and Armored Horse is not so exciting.

"This guy has a weird temper, don't worry about it."

"You can do whatever you can to defeat it and kill it...... And then survive in its hands. ”

"Kill?" Wang Xinfei's beautiful eyes flowed.

If you read it right, there was a mark just now.

I'm afraid this is another of the lord's powers to accept the soul, the same rank...... So confident?

Wang Xinfei recognized Ye Hanjun's strength and recognized his judgment.

But she didn't want to destroy her morale before she participated in the actual battle.

"Helmet, up!"

"Boom!"

The armor horse activates "brute force" and connects to "Iron Charge", which is the strongest skill.

Wang Xinfei didn't let it go, and the "enhanced version of the protective armor" and the "obstacle race helmet" covered her tightly.

Her eyes suddenly became sharp, and every time the armored horse under her seat stepped on the ground, it became heavier and more powerful.

Passive Power - "The Power of the Mountain"!

With the activation of this power, the armored horse is like a moving mountain, and the breath of destruction escapes from it, and the jade is as awe-inspiring as the burning jade.

"Brush—"

Wang Xinfei's right hand condensed a round energy shield, which was the initiative power "catapult shield".

Because she didn't know the type of Doom Bringer's abilities, she chose to be fully armed, just as the Night Han-kun said...... Do your best!

"Pain...... Pain is coming? ”

The Doomsday Messenger noticed something unusual, tilted his head to the back of the body, and looked at the man and horse who were rushing faster and fiercer, and the corners of his mouth curled upward.

"Bang!!"

With an earth-shattering impact, the Doomsday Messenger, without any defense, flew fifty meters away.

Like a victim of weakness, it slammed into the wall of the training room, and a bright and dazzling blood flower bloomed for it.

"Pain...... It hurts! ”

"Again...... Again! ”

The Doomsday's interest was completely offset, and he no longer pestered the Night Chiller, and got up, full of excitement.

Wang Xinfei's pupils contracted suddenly.

"Brute Force" and "Iron Armor Charge", the superposition of these two skills, some clay sculptures that are not known for their physiques are complete, and they are solidly hit, and they are not crippled or disabled.

If you add the "Collapse of the Mountain", even if the clay sculpture is known for its defense, it should vomit blood, and the vigorous blood will fall into a trough in the snap of your fingers.

This guy yells "it hurts, it doesn't hurt enough...... What kind of monster is it?

Such a heavy blow did make its bandages soaked in blood.

But why are you still able to stand up, not caring about the injury, and hungry for pain?

"Helmet, do it again!"

"Bang!!"

Another tragic impact, the Doomsday Messenger lost an arm, and the entire Golem flew out as a rag bag.

According to common sense, the bones of its whole body have been broken, and the organs are violently shaken, even if there is still a breath, it is only a return to the light.

But it actually got up again, staggered there, stomped the ground with its right hand on crutches, and roared madly in its mouth:

"It's too light! It's still too light! ”

"I'm going to experience the pain of suffocation, don't stop! Go on! Go on! ”

Wang Xinfei pursed her lips, and a chill faintly appeared in her heart.

Two heavy impacts, but not as effective as they should be.

She sensed the potential danger and felt a dilemma.

"Pain...... The pain is gone! ”

The Doomsday Messenger threw away his crutches, his only hand grasping the bandage on his cheek, his twisted voice seemingly wrapped in intense pain.

Wang Xinfei didn't choose to continue the attack, just rode the armored horse, maintaining a distance of 100 meters and watching the changes.

I waited for a few minutes, like a century.

The Doomsday's expectant expression vanished, and the corners of his mouth turned into a fire of infinite hatred.

"Rubbish! It's all rubbish! ”

"Humans who don't know how to appreciate pain...... Die! Die! Die! ”

Dense white bandages swung like rattan whips.

The Doomsday Messenger, on crutches, staggered out.

Every time the crutches stomped on the ground, it seemed to hit Wang Xinfei's chest, and the uncomfortable stinging sensation followed.

"Helmet! Hide! ”

"Boom!"

The armored horse gives up the attack and changes direction to sprint.

The messenger of doom chased after him, and his antics had terrifying power, Wang Xinfei did not dare to be careless, and frequently looked back to observe its movements.

"Ahhh Die! Die! Die! ”

The armoured horse was not chased for a short time, and the madness and anger of the Doombringer rose to a higher level.

The white bandages stretched out like an endless end, like a spider's silk web, doing everything possible to restrain the armoured horse's movement space.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of chase, the armored horse was entangled by the Doomsday.

With a hard tug of the bandage, the Doomsday Messenger was pulled in reverse, and the half-rotten cane smashed straight into the head of the armored horse.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! ”

In an instant, sparks splashed everywhere.

A dozen "staff strikes" in a row, apparently unable to break through the hard scales of the armored horse.

But this is just the beginning, although the angry Doomsday Messenger can't reach the super explosive power that crosses the big ranks like "Thanksgiving Feedback", but because of the blessing of anger, he is like a super madman in the clay sculpture consummation.

"Boom!"

The armoured horse screamed and struggled.

Wang Xinfei, who was on her back, carried the spear in her hand and poked it into the shoulder of the doomsday messenger in a hurry.

She succeeded, and as a bloody hole appeared, Doombringer began to bleed again.

"Too light! Too light! Too light! ”

"Die! Die! Die! ”

Mo didn't appreciate it at all.

All it exudes now is killing intent, and if it doesn't kill the waste in front of it, it's really hard to calm its anger.

"Puff puff—"

Three shots in a row, three bloody holes.

The Doomsday Messenger remained defenseless, but wrapped himself in bandages, half of his body hanging from the armoured horse, unable to break free from its bondage no matter how much it stood.

"Poof!"

In desperation, Wang Xinfei shot through the head of the Doomsday Messenger.

What should have been a fatal injury was just a slight pause for the latter.

Wang Xinfei was stunned, and noticed that the white bandages were also wrapping around her body, and I was afraid that there would really be no chance if it dragged it any longer.

All the tips of her guns are aimed at suspected weak points, such as the brain, such as the heart, just to find the imaginary goal.

"Puff puff puff—"

It's a pity that the real destiny of the Doomsday Messenger is not here.

Even if its head is cut off, it will be able to continue fighting.

Such a fight can only be stopped if the entire body is completely scrapped, and it is left in a state of near death or already dead.

"It hurts! It hurts! It finally hurts! ”

With successive punctures, the wrath of the Doomsday Messenger decreases in reverse.

Gratitude feedback accumulates to the minimum that can be activated, and it shows a hideous smile and explodes.

"Let me thank you...... That's the real pain! ”

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!! ”

The crutch slammed into the armoured horse's waist, making it unable to stand still, and it fell to the ground in a few blows.

"Bang! Bang bang bang! ”

The crutch smashed on Wang Xinfei's armor, holding it up five times, and the sixth time it started, cracks appeared, and the energy armor was on the verge of shattering.

She subconsciously blocked it with a catapult shield.

But this shield is functional, and its actual defense is not very strong, and it only helps to block it three times, and then it will dissolve into energy fragments and dissolve into the air.

"Bang bang bang!"

In the end, the enhanced version of the armor was completely shattered.

However, before the battle began, Wang Xinfei wore more advanced personal armor according to Ye Hanjun's instructions.

This armor is more effective at blocking the furious rod blows, but it looks too embarrassing, and every man and horse are wrapped in bandages, and they are fixed in one place and can only be beaten.

"Almost......"

Ye Hanjun, who was ready to support at any time, judged that Mo's gratitude and feedback had ended, and this battle could be regarded as an end.

Wang Xinfei must have been defeated.

But she and the armored horse, with their best defense, were able to survive the incomplete outbreak of the Doomsday Emissary, which was already eye-catching enough. (End of chapter)