Hunting College

The secret art of the Moon Council?

Zheng Qing had seen it in the black prison. It was indeed a very powerful magic. It could bring the magic power of the five senators together and display a near-legendary power.

But Su Shijun really didn't teach the secret technique of sin.

Regardless of the fact that the secret technique probably requires the blood of the five clans of the Moon Council, how could He Dehe be able to bear such a big cause and effect with just an ordinary small hunting team? Has the brain of the person spreading this rumour been eaten up by zombies?

While the young public fee student murmured, he patiently denied all kinds of strange remarks——

"No, as an instructor, Senator Su only gave us guidance within the scope of the syllabus. What kind of secret art of joint attack is purely non-existent..."

"The crime hunting team will not recruit new members this year, thank you!"

"Ms. Su won't come to the scene every game, she still has a lot of heavy laboratory work to be busy..."

"The Guilty Hunter has always been adhering to the concept of 'faster, higher, stronger, cleaner' and requires itself..."

"Yu Sin will continue to play from the perspective of strength and play well in every game of his own..."

"No! We don't know any news about Su Shijun's lover!"

"The crime hunting team's position in the hunting competition is consistent. Any violation of the hunting team must be punished. The purpose and principles of the hunting competition should be jointly maintained..."

"Rumours! It's all rumours...the rumours stop with the wise!"

At the beginning, he had reason and reason to say one or two points, but as the questions became more and more strange, the wizard became impatient, and took out the means of replying to the letter, repeating what he made up like a repeater. That talk.

Fortunately, the number of students in Tianwen 08-1 class was limited, so the young public-funded students were finally able to withstand this heavy pressure and squeezed past the enthusiastic crowd.

"Why don't they bother you!"

After Fatty Xin squeezed through the crowd, he sat down and complained while pulling his tight neckline.

"Because I'm sick." The red-faced wizard snorted, and he didn't even bother to open his eyes, exuding an aura that no strangers should be near.

The fat wizard laughed dryly.

"How do you feel?" He shoved the snack box in front of Zhang Jixin - this is a very friendly move for the fat wizard.

"Alive."

The red-faced wizard sniffed, raised a slit between his eyes, and after hesitating for a second, he picked out a dried plum from the box and threw it into his mouth. His face immediately showed a sour expression. A bit frustrated: "A bit of back-phagocytosis with depleted magic power, sore body, out of control of magic power... I feel like I can't participate in tonight's trials."

"What?"

Zheng Qing, who was originally dizzy, immediately caught the key information in this sentence, suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Jixin: "You can't participate in the game tonight?"

"It doesn't matter, isn't there me?" Fatty Xin comforted his captain: "The squad leader Jiang hasn't had time to play yet... Take 10,000 steps back, even if there are six vacancies in the team tomorrow, you only need to send a recruitment notice, and the points will be divided into two groups. A new hunting team can be built up in minutes."

Having said that.

"The doctor can share some of the tactical guidance tasks, Fatty, you are responsible for some of the 'MT' responsibilities," Zheng Qing clenched his fingers, talking about how to play the game after missing a main hunter: "...Fortunately, I practiced Bofu before. During the battle, we took turns and familiarized ourselves with our respective positions in advance.”

At the end, he sighed deeply: "I hope I don't encounter Shantaka tonight."

In his impression, those ferocious birds with horse faces were full of momentum, while You Sin lacked the ability to fight in the air, so it would be best not to fight them.

Next to him, Xiao Xiao was wiping his bamboo slips with a silk cloth, and when he heard the words, he snorted: "The Shantak bird is a low-level servant race in the fantasy realm, even higher than the rank of the ancestors. All are low, apart from being able to fly, there is hardly much aggression... Instead of being afraid of a swarm of flying insects, you might as well pray that you don't encounter troublesome things like macrophage worms."

Zheng Qing followed his remarks, and immediately changed the content of his prayer: "...I hope I don't encounter a macrophage worm tonight, Sanqing bless, praise the Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, Merlin is on top, Amen!"

...

Xu Shi was impressed by the devotion of the young public-funded students.

During the trial on Sunday night, Zheng Qing was very lucky to draw a brown egg with Zu Ge from the puppet man's hat.

Although this small furry brown creature has sharp teeth and simple magic, they are born with a fear of cats - ordinary wizards rarely know this, but as they have crossed the icy wilderness, For the young wizards of the Guilty Hunting Squad who had entered Uzza City, this weakness was as obvious as the lice on a bald head.

So, on Sunday night, at the hunting ground of the Guilty Hunt, the audience in the stands enjoyed a cat-and-mouse battle with the puppets. The young wizards used the summoning spell to summon a large group of cats of various colors, chasing the ancestrals and running around~www.readwn.com~ Every time the number of ancestral exploded, they would sadly find that the cats on the opposite side had changed. More.

And the crime hunting team paid only the chicken legs and dried fish from Fatty Xin's "Watch Small Food Bank".

"Malicious waste, cruel face." The fat wizard watched a Persian cat kick the leftover fish head with one foot, and his face was distressed: "My team will take full responsibility for the loss tonight!"

"Reimbursement! Full reimbursement!" Zheng Qing promised.

"It also includes mental loss." Fatty Xin added with a stick to hit the snake, "The fish head wasted by these little things is enough for my snacks for a month."

"If you can get through tonight in peace, just have fun." Dr. Xiao Da sneered again and again: "Is it still mentally damaged? Will you give money to the hunting team if you win the game? The elder was injured in the last game and did not seek hunting The team reimburses nutrition expenses!”

The fat man was speechless.

On the other hand, Zheng Qing reacted: "Oh, I almost forgot... It is true that the elders should be reimbursed for some nutrition expenses. It is not good to favor one over the other."

Of course, Zu Ge at Sunday's tryouts wasn't the luckiest night for Guilty.

The luckiest time was when Zheng Qing drew out a Tindalosian hound before the fourth tryout—a troublesome creature with a higher rank than Migo and the Goog, comparable to a macrophage worm. They live in the 'angle' of time, and they are endlessly chasing their prey, so they are named 'hounds'.

Because the edamame has the blood of Mhisha, Zheng Qing originally planned to invite the dog to be a middle man to see if he could get along with those hounds peacefully, but Dr. Xiao Da dissuaded the captain from this stupid idea, he just created a transparent Then let the five teammates hide in the goal, the hounds were completely blinded, and turned into a black gas to roam around the hunting ground, but they never touched the corners of the wizards' clothes.