Hunting High School

"boom!"

The small door at the end of the room was pushed open heavily.

The teaching assistant stooped back into the long and narrow room with heavy steps.

"No whispering!"

Hilda, who returned to the room, immediately noticed the slightly chaotic scene in the room, and shouted loudly: "The spells on each sign are different, and everyone's perception is different... This is just this trial. Get started, don't drag other people into the gutter."

This sentence is very embarrassing.

Zheng Qing pursed his lips, sat back in his original position, and tried his best to block the noise in his ears. While carefully touching the bumps on the edge of the trial card, he silently recited the words "Tianwei Xiansi" in his heart, trying to get out of this card. Force more knowledge.

This made him inexplicably think of a sentence-knowledge is like water in a sponge, there is always a squeeze.

But even though he tried his best to concentrate, Hilda's voice still drilled into his ears uncontrollably: "...you still have 20 minutes to study! Hurry up! Don't miss the first step... ..."

"Sir!" Zheng Qing heard someone asking loudly: "Are we in the sky now? Will we really be thrown from the sky by you in a while?"

He finally couldn't help it, and looked up in the direction of Hilda.

Under his feet, the boring shadow also opened its teeth and claws, like an octopus looking for food, crawling around among the shadows of other people on the floor.

Hilda looked at the questioner with a strange expression: "Are you asking me?"

The questioner nodded obediently.

The teaching assistant looked around, looked at the pair of expectant eyes, slowly straightened his face, opened his eyes wide, then took a deep breath, and roared: "Do you have so much time? If you have time to ask the examiner the answers to the questions, don't you?" Do you have time to check the own test paper a few more times?"

Swish!

The young wizards on both sides of the room lowered their heads in unison, and frantically copied and silently recited the strange spell in their hands again.

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Twenty minutes passed in a flash.

Hilda didn't give everyone even a second, and almost immediately when the second hand turned to the 0 o'clock scale, she yelled loudly to remind everyone present:

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"First University's 2008 Freshman Trial has officially begun!"

"First step, please take off your seat belts."

There was a rustling sound in the room. Zheng Qing unraveled, looked left and right, and looked at his own companions: "Have you copied all the spells we said? Is the flying spell okay? Check all the spells on your body." Equipment... Pull the belt on your wrist to see if the book is fastened."

Except for Li Meng, everyone else immediately carried out the nagging orders of the hunting team captain, and then agreed one by one. Only the little witch was still flipping through the book, staring at the strange spells on it, muttering non-stop.

"The second step!"

Seemingly hearing the young public fee student's whispered voice, Hilda glared at him viciously, and raised her voice: "Everyone, lean back a little... Yes, it's just a little strength on the waist and abdomen, and the neck leans back."

Zheng Qing followed her word.

Click.

A crisp click sounded along the skull, it sounded like the sound of a mechanism being opened. But before he recovered his senses, there was a sudden light behind him, and the backrest of the seat that was originally blocking him seemed to be pulled away suddenly, and the resistance disappeared instantly.

call!

Zheng Qing rolled somersaults, flipped backwards from the seat, and fell into the turbulent airflow in a blink of an eye. There were screams in his ears one after another, and the pictures flashed in front of his eyes, the slippery Liuyun brushed against his hands and feet, and the chill was overwhelming.

He opened his mouth, as if someone had splashed water on him forcefully, and his mouth and nasal cavity felt wet all over.

The boy struggled, looked up, and saw a large plane hanging steadily not far away, which came into his sight. The wide and fat body is neat on both sides

Open to reveal the empty cabin.

In the cabin, Hilda was pulling the rope net hanging from the ceiling and waving his arms vigorously, as if he was saying goodbye to these young wizards. The strong wind vaguely brought him intermittent shouts:

"Arrived at the airdrop location... Execution... Finished!"

It's really an airplane.

After being at a loss for a short time, Zheng Qing didn't feel overly panicked for no reason, and quickly regained his composure, and was relieved that the result of his hunting team's discussion was correct.

He turned his body with difficulty, despite the howling wind in his ears, countless scenes in his sight flew by, focused and worked hard to open the book in his hand, and glanced at the spell copied on the first page, and the magic power in his body naturally flowed:

"The feather of the mayfly, the clothes are beautiful!"

hum! !

The short low hum flashed past his ears, and Zheng Qing could clearly feel the magic power circulating in his body suddenly go astray under the guidance of the mantra, as if a punch had hit the empty space, which caught him off guard.

The mantras copied from the scriptures were line by line, emitting blue smoke, and then turning into black ashes, leaving a blank space.

Good luck.

Zheng Qing comforted himself, the failure to recite the spell did not cause a magic backlash, but the spell was out of control and had little impact. He raised his hand and flipped through the Chinese calligraphy book vigorously until the last few pages.

There's a second Flying Charm in there for a backup copy, just in case.

"I can, no problem."

He pumped himself up from the bottom of his heart, his gaze focused and quickly passed over the slightly scribbled spell on the paper, and then tried to clear his throat, pressed his fingertips on the basic spell, and recited:

"The feather of the mayfly, the clothes are beautiful!"

Woo...buzz! !

This time, a long low hum sounded continuously, and the body that was falling rapidly seemed to hit the soft cotton pile, and quickly stabilized.

Zheng Qing tilted his head and looked behind him.

I saw two pairs of thin and translucent wings stretching out from his shoulder blades at some point, vibrating rapidly, and the sunlight fell on the wingtips, emitting five-color light.

The boy raised his hand, and the light red translucent afterbirth spread from his fingertips, along his wrists, elbows, and shoulders to his whole body, as if shrouded in the slowly dancing flames of the First Stage.

Inexplicably, the young wizard had a gleam of understanding in his heart. This afterbirth was imitating the appearance of a mayfly. He is now flying in mid-air like a large mayfly.

call!

A figure suddenly passed by his side, Zheng Qing looked intently, it was a classmate in the class. Perhaps because he didn't grasp the balance when he landed, at this moment he was spinning like a spinning top and fell towards the ground.

The young public finance student raised his eyebrows, but he didn't help immediately. Instead, he reopened the book in his hand and found a new spell:

"Yan Yan Yu Fei, up and down its sound!"

This is an additional spell that Xiao Xiao provided to several companions to keep in touch while flying. One spell has multiple forms, and Xiao Xiao is in charge of the main spell.

Although it was a new spell, because it was a collaborative spell, the auxiliary spell was relatively simple, so Zheng Qing could easily cast it.

Then, a loud noise suddenly sounded in his ears.