Whether attacking or defending, footwork is the key, and it is important to step first with the left foot or the right foot.

If the steps are big, it is easy to pull the eggs, and if the steps are small, it is not good, and you can't keep up with the rhythm.

He Jian has practiced for two years, and he finally practiced the pace almost perfectly, and he won't stumble on himself.

Now is the time to put the results to the test.

As a level 3 qi demonic beast, the talent point is added to the speed, and it is naturally extremely fast, but He Jian is not slow to run, Prus has been staring at his ass for two years, as long as he is not crippled, he can run very fast.

The Windwalker is to the left, He Jian is to the left, the Windwalker is to the right, He Jian is to the right, and if the Windwalker runs in a straight line, He Jian can quickly catch up with it.

This is one of He Jian's characteristics, he turns in a hurry, and as long as he silently recites in his heart that Prus is coming, he can still accelerate!

It's just that the running posture is a little indecent, people run with their chests in front, and He Jian runs normally, but when he wants to enter the stage of running outlaw, his butt will protrude forward unnaturally, and he can't wait to run in front of his chest.

The magicians on the side were all fascinated, he had never seen anyone who could outrun a walker in the mountains and forests!

And it's not just that he can run, he will raise his crotch when he runs, and he looks very despised for the Windbird, as if he says that Uncle can outrun you like this!

He Jian was not running out of order, he was gradually driving the Windwalker to the magician.

"Listen to me!" He Jian shouted.

The magician reined in his mind and began to construct magic, and soon a small fireball was formed, hanging in the air and not triggering, but at this time the Windcoon was still running rapidly, and in his experience, it would be impossible to launch at this time.

"Put!"

The magician didn't think it was a good opportunity, but the small fireball hanging in the air was already unstable and would dissipate if it wasn't released, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he released it according to the Windbird!

Without the slightest expectation, he could imagine that this little fireball must have passed by the Windbird like the previous times.

Sure enough, the moment he made his move, the Windcoon, which was originally galloping to the left, made a sharp stop, and its body slid to the right suddenly, and the magician almost saw a small fireball passing by its left side.

At this moment, a sword suddenly appeared on the right side of the Windwalker, and this sword did not have the slightest fireworks, as if it had been there all along.

The Windwalker is worthy of being an air-based demonic beast, and it can still react in a crisis, and without delay, an air flow gushes out, and the Wind Bird retreats sharply with the help of the air current.

As soon as he took a step, the fireball had arrived, and with a "bang", the Windbird was blown up, and for a time black smoke was rising, the feathers were flying, and the Windbird was blown up, and half of its body was blown black.

If the feathers of the Windbird are taken out alone, they are all white on the top half, with a small section of red on the part, and the more adult, the deeper the red, so the overall look of the Windbird is white, and it is dotted with countless reds, just like falling flowers.

Most of the women in the city are willing to use the feathers of the Walker as ornaments, and they give the Walker a different name, the Petal Bird.

Where does this windbird still have the elegance of a petal bird, and it will become a roast chicken after two more explosions, and this injury is not fatal, it knows that it will not work hard at this time.

It spread its wings angrily, the cyan on the magic crystal on its tail flashed, it raised its long neck, He Jian could even see the cyan flow on its slender neck, mixed with fine red, forming a demonic purple!

He Jian, who had checked the strategy, knew that the Windwalker was about to spit out the Wind Blade, how could he let it succeed, and took a diagonal step and pointed at the slender neck, there would be a small pause before the Windwalker Spit the Wind Blade, and the pause at this time was simply fatal.

The dark Windwalker's eyes were about to bulge, and he forcibly interrupted the wind blade and retreated sharply.

Seeing that it couldn't spit out, He Jian was relieved, and kept wandering around it, shouting from time to time: "Ready, release!"

The magician suddenly felt that his job was simpler, he only needed to listen to the command and release the small fireball, and he didn't even need to move, and the fiery warrior would make the Walker appear in the right place at the right time.

The Windwalker rushed left and right, never being able to break through He Jian's defensive line, and he couldn't release his magic power even if he was empty, and the red on his body became more and more vivid.

He Jian suspected that it was a little on fire, and just as it was crumbling, a voice came!

"Hold it down and let the master come!"

A black shadow burst out of the woods, the magician's hand shook, and the small fireball that had just been condensed dissipated out of thin air, he took three or four steps back sharply to stabilize his body, held a magic wand to protect his body, and asked, "What is this?"

He Jian looked at the devouring dragon that pounced on the Walker, and said helplessly, "My pet." ”

"Your pet is a chicken?" wondered the magician, "why does it speak?"

He Jian was afraid that it was a mythical beast that scared people, so he quickly took a look and found that there are also birds in this world that learn to speak, such as the ghost-faced parrot, the ball ball falcon and the talk brother, among which the ball ball falcon is a magical beast, and the other two are just ordinary birds.

"Well, it's not a chicken, it looks a bit like it, but it's not a chicken, it's a type of ball falcon. He Jian explained.

The ball falcon is not common, and the magicians have never seen it, and some of them are suspicious, looking at the actions of the dragon devourer, and wondering: "What is it doing here?"

The Windwalker was still holding on to it, but the Dragon Devourer was afraid that its magic crystal would be taken away by He Jian, so he rushed to the Windwalker and rushed up to knock the Windwalker down.

The magic crystal of the poor windbird grows on the tail, and the dragon eaters don't care about the three-seven-twenty-one, grab it and suck it, and the scene is extremely obscene.

He Jian didn't have a face to look at it, and reluctantly explained: "My pet, uh, has a bit of a preference for magic crystals. ”

Since he was not an enemy, the magician took his posture and touched his chest with his hand and said, "Sula, Sulla von der Leyen, magician. ”

This was the first person He Jian saw outside the Golden Temple, he felt that it should be more formal, swept away the two birds between the two of them with one kick, put the sword back into the sheath, and said, "He Jian, magician." ”

He was still a little entangled, thinking that his name was a few words, and it sounded very imposing, and his name was only two words, and he lost a step in momentum, and he was thinking about whether to drink goose next time He pressed the sword to introduce himself.

Sula was stunned when she heard the introduction: "You are a magician?"

He Jian's dream is to be a magician, and he likes to put cold arrows or something in the back, so he arrogantly considers himself a magician.

As for a piece of armor, it's just for self-preservation.

"Yes!" He Jian snapped his fingers, and he was dying, feeling that his body was hollowed out, and a faint frost was formed on the windwalker's body.

This is a water-based first-level magic freezing technique, which is not very aggressive, and is used for auxiliary effects most of the time, which can delay the enemy's actions, and the effect of icing watermelons in summer is also ganggang.

Sula was stunned and didn't speak, and the dragon devouring who was lying on the wind bird scolded: "Your uncle!"

It was hugging the Windwalker, and was startled by He Jian's sudden freezing technique.