The purple-brown jujube wood is covered with sharp thorns, forming a natural mace. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The fish-man swept the stick in his palm and slammed it down on the red-robed wizard in front of him.

Zheng Qing's body floated to the other side in a strange posture, dodging the attack of the fishman leader.

"Shhh...... So...... I hate wizards...... Hiss!" Iseni bared his fangs, and his round eyes showed a hint of impatience.

From breaking free from the shackles of the wizard's spell to now, it has smashed it six or seven times with its arms, but it has not hit the slippery little wizard on the opposite side once.

“...... If it's in the water...... Hiss...... I'll make you two rows of dorsal fins...... ...... hiss" Iseni gasped and tried to open his mouth wide as he tried to draw more moisture out of the air.

"I'm not going to trouble you in the water. Zheng Qing sat down on the ground and pulled the rattan tied around his waist with a wry smile.

The six or seven thumb-thick vines were wrapped around his waist at one end, and the other end poked out in all directions, hooking the branches of several large trees in the forest.

It was with Kudzu's nimble pull that he barely dodged the fish-man's continuous attacks.

"Can't let you use weapons anymore. The young student muttered, his eyes focused on the 'mace' in the fish-man's hand.

Iseni smacked his lips, and after feeling the stinging pain of the plow sac of the gill sac lessened a lot, he opened his dorsal fin and smashed the stick again.

This time, Zheng Qing did not use the rattan behind him, but dodged the attack with a rolling belt.

The heavy wooden stick grazed his body, slamming it on the ground, splashing up a cloud of dirt.

Zheng Qing stared at the sour jujube stick close at hand, without blinking his eyelids.

It's not that he is bold enough to be able to do it without changing his color when Mount Tai collapses in front. Rather, it is because when casting a spell, the wizard's gaze must catch the other party in order to accurately place the spell to be cast.

Two thick vines burst out of the ground, instantly binding the wooden sticks to the ground.

The fish-man tilted his head and tugged, but instead of pulling the stick out, more rattan came out of the soil and tied it to the stick.

Zheng Qingxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Iseni turned his head sideways, looked at the young wizard a few steps away, grinned, simply dropped the wooden stick in his hand, and the fish jumped up, waved his big fist, and smashed it viciously. A feeling of the tide rising and falling with its fist, as if echoing the beating of the heart of the blood, makes the heart palpitate.

Zheng Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Fishman has a lot of strength.

He was very impressed with that.

When he entered the school, he was also on the shore of Linzhong Lake, and he once led a group of freshmen to tug of war with a fishman on land, but he was almost dragged into the lake by the fishman.

The fish-man's relaxed gaze still lingered in his mind.

Absolutely not to be hit by this fist, Zheng Qing's expression was a little distorted, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest.

You're sure to be smashed into a pulp!

However, with the sound of the waves around Iseni, a strange force flowed around him. Zheng Qing was horrified to find that he seemed to be restrained by something, and his gestures seemed to be moving in the mire.

As if sensing the host's crisis, the magic book in his hand suddenly erupted into a strong green light, illuminating the dark corners of the forest unusually brightly, and even the moon hanging in the sky was eclipsed.

The blind birds took advantage of this short dawn to flap their wings quickly and fled into the distance.

The tree spirits hiding in the nest finally had a little focus in their eyes. They poked their heads out in confusion, then retracted their heads back into the cave with greater speed, and some of the nimble ones even tore off a few thin branches from the outside and blocked them in front of the hole.

And Iseni, who rushed to Zheng Qing, was the first to bear the brunt.

For fish-people who love dark environments, there's nothing more annoying than bright lights.

A strong green light flashed before its eyes, causing him to lose his sight for a moment, and even his sense of direction was disoriented. The fist that was swung with the memory smashed into the air.

Green light comes and goes fast.

A few seconds later, Zheng Qing was the first to regain his eyesight.

He looked at the fish-man's body a few steps in front of him as he staggered from overexertion, and his mind was in a trance, and his muscles almost immediately relaxed, and the rolling sweat pumped out of his pores like a waterfall, wetting his back in the blink of an eye.

Not far away, the tall fish-man leader closed his eyes tightly, roared angrily, and his arms were randomly dialed around, whining the branches of the trees, bringing a fishy fist wind.

The stench built up in the air and was suffocating.

But the student didn't complain at all, he gulped in the otherwise disgusting air, and his mind was full of congratulations on the punch he had dodged.

The rattan around his waist was like a tamed python, obediently sliding to the ground.

Zheng Qing looked gratefully at the rattan coiled up at his feet.

If it hadn't been for the rattan that had dragged him back a few steps a few seconds ago, he would have inevitably been smashed into a meatloaf by the fish-man, even if the bright light blinded the fish-man's eyes.

......

Not far away.

Under the large willow tree.

The two old men watching the battle were obviously a little surprised by the scene that happened in front of them.

"Very surprising...... "The old fishman looked at the moon with his head tilted back on crutches, his round and cloudy eyes, his beard rising and falling in the breeze.

"Definitely. The old man retracted his steps and replied briefly.

He almost intervened in the fight between the two young men.

In the battle just now, even he couldn't help but squint.

"Young people now. The old school worker stroked the wooden staff in his hand, shook his head slowly, and sighed meaningfully.

"Is that 'Ge Zhi Tanxi'?" the old fishman turned his face very interested, staring at the two young men not far away with unfocused eyes, and his tone was very casual: "I remember that wizards used it to bind their prey in the past. ”

"By before, it was at least fifty years ago. The old man of Verne quipped: "The creativity of young people will always exceed the imagination of old people." If you knew what these dolls were doing with 'Mantis Si Yu' now, you wouldn't have asked such a stupid question. ”

"Judging from the punch just now, little Iseni's bloodline development is not complete. The old fishman changed the topic and said: "Without the guidance of a real strength powerhouse, it is already very good that he can do it to this extent." ”

"Gongsun Ill of the Moon Council is very good at this. After a long silence, the old man finally spoke: "Maybe I can help you ask him." ”

"I thought you hated aliens. The old fishman was obviously a little surprised by the old schoolworker's suggestion.

"I do hate being weird. The old man Verne had a calm face, and his voice was a little hard: "But I hate demons more...... When the wind is blowing and the rain is coming, I will not do irrational things because of personal preferences. ”

"That sounds like someone from the First University. The old fishman snorted and laughed, and two locks of long whiskers swung happily on his lips.