Phantom Master of the Elf

Chapter 345 Telepathy + Hypnotist =? ?

——There are two blue beard-like flashing emblems on his face. He has a slender figure, but his arms and thighs are not in proportion to his body. It looks very explosive.

The lightning flash that the electric mouse used to counterattack was mercilessly knocked away, and the petite body flew out to the right, and the sound of glass shattering could be heard in the ear, which should have smashed the display shelves of the movie theater.

Even the hastily lit Guard of Night Rain couldn't stop the outsider, the bright blue easily tore through the barrier of night, and Han Hao looked at Han Hao with fierce blue eyes.

These are a pair of eyes full of humanity, but at this time they are filled with an unknown cruelty. The interest is that the waveguide that was emitted just now angered this guy hiding in the shadows. This elf exudes something like a magnetic field. The waveguide released suddenly interfered with this magnetic field, its own territory was invaded, and then the horn of counterattack was sounded.

The way to counterattack is to throw a heavy punch at the guy who invaded his territory.

The unique move called Plasma Lightning Fist, its unique blue electric light has exposed the identity of this elf.

Han Hao's eyes were filled with silver and white, and silver starbursts shot out from his pupils in an instant. The waveguide that he hadn't taken out for a long time was fully open. At this time, he looked like using a sucker puppet that was using a mind barrier, and his whole body In a state of high mental tension.

The silver barrier tightly clamped the blue electric light.

The Plasma Lightning Fist is just an instant move, its power has been weakened by the lightning flash and the night rain guard, and it is impossible to rise again, but the waveguide is a continuous thing, one miss, it has already established a failure.

Han Hao didn't open his mouth, but the hallucination that Zoroya had ended, the ghosts activated again and again, and the two illusions read the devil's last words.

A dark scratch pierced, and a heavy blow punished, smashing down from the top of the elf's head in the form of a phantom.

Sudden decline in strength, the weakening of the attributes of the devil's last words is very scary, Han Hao and Zoroya's ways have been figured out, and the attribute weakening skills of the trainer are also quite sensitive, which makes the devil's last words among the trainers. It is difficult to play a role in the battle, but it is still tried and tested against wild elves.

The blue electric light gradually dimmed, and the Plasma Lightning Fist couldn't bear the weakening of the two last words after all. Han Hao completely took the initiative in the battle. He half-clenched his palm, stacked his thumb on his middle finger, and the waveguide vortex visible to the naked eye swam between the two fingers. Walk.

The wave missile's force method is just to concentrate the scattered wave missiles on the two fingertips.

The noise of the cyclone rubbing against the air was extremely harsh. The middle finger was pressed hard, and then popped out. It was the same action as playing marbles when I was a child. The waveguide condensed between the two fingers suddenly shot out. This sudden elf ended up in the same end as Pikachu. A bunch of glass shelves.

Several people stepped forward and surrounded the elf, and the two people who had eaten roasted wings to watch the fun also came over.

"Humanoid, judging from the moves just now, it's probably of the electric type?" Ning De spoke first.

Duan Chenyang glanced at him, "Ningde, I know you are not a serious trainer, but you really should take a good look at the illustrated book."

Ning De was stunned, looked around, and found that except for himself, no one seemed to have any doubts about the elf's name.

Ran Bing, who helped Ningde out of the siege, spoke second, "Zyra Aola, a single attribute of electricity, with a race value of 600, is said to be living in the Australian jungle, and there are no sightings in the past few years."

"Hey! 600, quasi-god! Old Han, think about it?" Guo Feiyu poked Han Hao with his elbow.

"My belt is already full, and now the conquest will be sent directly to the computer terminal of the nearby elf center, and this guy lives in the Australian jungle, this time he should be attracted by the giant tree of thunder, besides, his heart is towards the grassland Pokémon, you don’t want to stay in the Poké Ball, do you?”

"Where do you care about his heart? Take it first and then talk about it. There is no such shop after passing this village."

Han Hao automatically filtered Guo Feiyu's P words, put his hand on Jielaola's chest, and released the waveguide.

I don't know why, when the magnetic field emitted by the waveguide and Zyraola collided, Lugia's sense of oppression in his consciousness seemed to fade away.

He seemed to have caught something in the dark. When his fingers touched the hand on Zyraola's chest, his consciousness seemed to have entered a certain space. It was a bit like the hypnotist's feeling of hypnotizing himself. He could clearly realize that this is not reality, but It's Zyraola's subconscious.

Han Hao's subconscious mind is a piece of sea. He is often located under the surface of the sea, in a process of sinking continuously. There are monsters hidden in the bottom of the sea, and his true face has never been seen so far.

Zeraola's subconscious mind is a grassland, the sky is clear, and the wind blowing in front of her can feel the indescribable comfort.

Han Hao saw Zeraora in this sea of ​​consciousness. He was lying on a big rock on the grassland, looking up at the sky, completely ignoring Han Hao, an outsider.

"Are you ok?"

The human voice caused Zeraora to bounce up instantly like a wild cat blowing its hair, and landed on all fours. The yellow hair like a scarf on the back was raised high, like a wild cat's tail.

This is his pure land, and he is the only one, not to mention human beings, even other elves have never set foot here.

Are you ok?

This sentence was obviously a question to Zeraora in his subconscious mind, but the object of the question was not the one in the grassland, but the one lying on a pile of glass shards in reality.

Galaola looked at Han Hao vigilantly, there was a faint electric light floating on his body, the electric field on his arms was densely packed, his muscles were tense, and he could punch a plasma lightning fist at any time.

Han Hao on the other side of the reflection.

——There is no elf belt around his waist, Zoroya who is always by his side is not there, there is no jackknife in his hand, and there is no waveguide around him. He is a completely ordinary person with a harmless smile on his face. Look at the very friendly image.

It may be due to the favor of Celebi, Han Hao's aura is different from that of ordinary humans, and it is easy to arouse the favor of the elves and make them let go of their guard.

The atmosphere was stalemate for a while, and Zeraora gradually realized that the humans in front of her were not malicious.

The tense body gradually relaxed, and the vigilance in his eyes gradually faded away.

"Are you okay?" Han Hao asked again.

"It's okay." Zyraola replied.

Neither of them noticed the abnormality at this time, and it took five seconds to react.

"----Eh!!!!!!!!!!!!"

There was a long tail sound in the throat, and the two seemed to encounter something incredible at the same time.

"Can you understand me?" They asked in unison.

"Can you really understand?!" replied in unison.

Han Hao is very aware of his level of elf language, and Zyraola obviously does not have the ability of telepathy, so the reason why the two communicate with each other is worth deliberating.

Bird, subconscious, telepathy?Or some other method?

Judging from Han Hao's knowledge base, he knows only one way for humans to communicate with elves.

It is called the power of transcendence, which is on par with the power of waveguide, and is a strange ability inherited from ancient heroes.

(End of this chapter)