Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

A long, long time later, the panda named Pang Da, Ju Kui, recalls what happened today, and still admires himself when he flung the sky away.

It's just that in his current view, when the enemy's capabilities are unknown and the strength is obviously stronger than ours, choosing to prioritize the protection of vulnerable groups, the judgment and actions he made could not be more correct.

... could not be more correct.

He watched helplessly as the steaming magma enveloping him split into two, half of which restricted his movement, and the other half blocked the only way for the thrown person to fall.

The partner who came to meet him from the other side had just taken off.

Is it to attack non-conjurers first, or does this person have a special attraction?

Now is not the time to doubt this, the white-haired spellcaster who happened to arrive pulled off his stand collar, revealing the curse pattern on his mouth: "Quick—"

……escape.

The second word was not spoken, because the people in the air moved faster.

"Fire, magma, or heat?" After she couldn't believe it, her expression quickly returned to calm, her bare hands were quickly closed, her dark eyes clearly did not reflect any traces of the spell, but she accurately turned to the most concentrated spell power a little bit.

"it's here?"

"Yes," the girl with ponytail jumped to the low altitude, her eyes lit up, and she responded loudly, "It's here!"

"It?" I said to myself in confusion, "I don't seem to sense the existence of the other one."

Just like the danger surrounding you now, or the buildings filled with magma heat flow, it feels like "nothing".

The system of curse spirits is really tricky.

I kept the posture of clenched fists with both hands to protect the sides of the cheeks, kicked the ground with one foot, bent the knee with one foot, and used the power of the waist to forcibly rotate with the uppercut.

— It is always right to land first.

"Pretty!"

The first one to drink was Miss Ponytail who just responded to me. She threw the bamboo pole of the pole vault casually, and then...

It caught me where I fell very naturally and smoothly.

Princess hug.

Um?and many more--

In order to reduce the momentum, I chose to rotate and fall, allowing me to see the real appearance of the surrounding environment through the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Bright flames shot up into the sky, and where a few purple flying insects flew, magma and explosions spread.

Melting soil, fiery flames, and flying insects that brought explosions and vibrations.

The super magic spirit of that land?

Isn't it so lucky?

As soon as I got excited, I got angry again as expected.

"Be careful."

There were several moderate pats on my back, and I waved my hands through physical tears to signal myself to come.

The tall ponytail girl raised her eyebrows, put me down with one hand, then took half a step forward to block me behind her, turned slightly sideways, and bent her near arm.

When I hadn’t adapted to the high-intensity pressure, I forcibly turned around and my mind was agitated. This time, the bifurcation was particularly serious. I was indeed shaking a little. I stretched out my hand for help: "Cough, thank you..."

"Maki!" The panda who escaped by himself and the white-haired boy who arrived at the end successfully joined us, "How is the situation?"

"As you can see," Chanyuan Maki stood firmly in place, "I didn't even catch the other party's shadow, but we were surrounded."

"The previous one is indeed the bait." The panda's reaction was quick, "Is it aimed at us?"

Not necessarily, it may also be aimed at Wujo Satoru, who has been making a lot of moves recently.

It can't be such a coincidence that neither Gojo Satoru can get in touch.

Really, the one who is on a business trip is understandable on the surface, but what is the other one caught up in?

It's impossible to be discovered after only a few days of existence, right?

wrong.

I paused, and expanded along this line of thought: Maybe I have already begun to doubt, this time is a temptation.

It was a temptation to put the lives of three second-year students on the gambling table with a special magic spirit that might or might not appear.

"The three of you don't have to worry about me." The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this was the case, and I raised my hand decisively. "The inability to see clearly does not affect my perception of danger and avoiding it."

At the same time, put one hand in the pocket again and type blindly: beware of temptation, don't show up.

Bulk.

OK, that's it, next--

Next, a burst of cheerful bells rang out from the panda.

"Huh?" The scene that was so serious that it was about to explode suddenly split, and the panda took out the phone very naturally, glanced at the caller ID, and turned the screen around, "Wu's phone."

Which Gojo Satoru?

"It keeps ringing," Panda held the vibrating mobile phone and looked at the two partners questioningly: "I answered it?"

The taciturn spellcaster nodded, taking out a potion and spraying it down his throat.

"Accept," Zenyuan Maki, who was the main voice, picked up her weapon decisively, "We will stop you around."

I backed up immediately, leaving enough space for the two people on the left and the right to move, and then the two burst up with a high degree of tacit understanding, and cooperated with each other to block the heat source that swooped down on it in the air.

Explosions came one after another from several places that were bounced back at high speed.

The panda here has already picked up the call: "Moxi Moxi, this is Pang Da—Wu?"

"Huh? Ah? Oh. Yes." The panda who answered the phone made a few inexplicable tone words, and then his expression suddenly became strange, "Are you serious?...Okay."

"Excuse me..." He kept holding the phone and turned to look at me, with a toothache on his face: "Is it Miss Huahuajiang who is kind-hearted, beautiful, lively and charming?"

... Gojo Satoru, what the hell are you doing.

"If there is a person with 'flower' in their name," I trembled, my teeth sour uncontrollably: "Yes, it's me."

"Okay." Panda pressed the PA button solemnly, "I'm looking for you."

Me: "Five?"

By the way, which Gojo Satoru is calling?

"Huahuajiang——" the exaggerated voice belonging to Yuichi Nakamura came from the boxy mobile phone: "Please!"

I heard it, so I changed my words: "Mr. Wutiao?"

They turned a deaf ear and didn't seem to need my cooperation, and said a sentence with a thousand twists and turns, and there is a tendency to intensify it.

"Be normal." I interrupted ruthlessly, "The one who came should be 'the one', have you thought about how much you want?"

"Ah, it doesn't matter. It depends on how happy you are. Of course, it would be best if you leave a quarter of your life so that I can scare others." Gojo Satoru said indifferently, "It's a pity that he didn't find me this time. "

"Because 'you' are on a business trip," I emphasized, lest he rush out to tear up the script in a fit of anger, "Please restrain yourself."

What about forbearance for a while and joy for the rest of your life as agreed?

"I understand, I understand," his cheerful response came from the loudspeaker, "Sura! Forbearance—"

"If you really plan according to the three-year period, I can overturn your chessboard in the next second," I said quietly, "Be serious, don't waste money."

My knife is still left in the gap of time and space.

And it’s rare to be able to grow again. Standing on the sprint line of the twenty-year-old body, if I don’t seize the opportunity, my bone seams will close if I bear this heavy pressure for a long time.

1.6 meters three never admit defeat!

"Oh, the height thing..."

"Mr. Wu, what did you say?" I raised a kind smile and asked sweetly with my voice squeezed. "The wind here is suddenly so strong that I can't hear you clearly."

"I told you to count overtime pay for you! Three times!" Fan Er Wu raised his voice, "Pick the watch and count!"

"Huh?" I stood up, "Okay!"

"Don't use your eyes," he immediately added, "Today's quota has already been exceeded."

"But," I reluctantly opened my eyes, "it's so troublesome not to see."

"Then I'll come?"

"Don't." When I found out that cheating failed, I reluctantly agreed, "Okay, I got it—"

It's pure gymnastics.

"Relax," the sound of the wind came from the loudspeaker, the signal began to be intermittent, and the noise interference became more and more, "The...mark I gave you...will..."

—The call was cut off.

In fact, I didn't feel uneasy and didn't need to be comforted. I turned my eyes indifferently, and saw a panda who was obedient and half-heard with a regretful expression.

What are you regretting?

I scratched my head inexplicably and started to move my joints.

If you compare the pressure on your body to a different kind of load, in the near future, you have to give up the speed that I am proud of, and turn to study in the direction of strength.

To translate it, it is equivalent to carrying two miniature weight-bearing sandbags with infinite space repulsion, and hitting a punch—for example, Rihu, I am also curious about the power of that blow.

Anyway, I can't see it, there is a "tent" to separate it, so let's punch a random place first to test it out.

Due to the excellent sound amplification effect, the other two people who had heard the call completely even when they were running furiously also gradually gathered their offensive and retreated to this foothold.

Even though she took on most of the attack, the girl named Maki's aura was still uniform and stable. She held a gun, calmly pushed her eyes that were a little down, and looked at me with concern and hesitation: "This...Miss Huahua, are your eyes not very good?"

I don't know how serious it is, but I am in awe.

Can you see this?The sorcerer is awesome!

"Yes...it's not always like this," I nodded, and considering the deviation of understanding, I sorted it out: "Because of the constitution (referring to the body of the Mutun cell), there is no problem under normal circumstances. (Referring to the great pressure caused by the two Wujo Satoru in order to use the illusion technique) something went wrong, and I am currently trying to prevent myself from going blind."

"Sure enough, I just said..." She flicked her spear, and swept away several nearby danger sources, and started another topic: "Aren't you a magician?"

"Well, of course it's neither a curse master nor a curse spirit. If I really want to say it," I finished moving the joints of my whole body and began to try to adjust my gestures. "I'm just an ordinary person, so I can't see the curse." spirit."

The white-haired young spellcaster spoke the first words since meeting: "Salmon."

... I don't understand.

I kept my smile politely, and decided to follow my guess: "Ordinary people, if you want to add an attributive, can you temporarily treat me as a martial artist with a little income?"

"Salmon salmon."

This I guess should just be meaningless pronunciation.

"A little gain?" Zenyuan Maki looked hesitantly at my steady horse gait and my completely restrained momentum. The next moment, her pupils shrank suddenly.

"— Mentaiko!"

The two teenagers and girls who were about to explode did not affect my next move.

If it's a blow with light speed and heavy force, you can't start as I used to. The chassis must be more stable, and the punch will be heavier. Only as thick and majestic as Mount Tai can it collapse Mount Tai.

So at this time, my posture was closer to the rigidity of opening and closing. Before I found my own style in this unfamiliar field, I subconsciously imitated the boxing method closest to this school.

Soryu, Komaji, my friend.

I once witnessed that punch from hell to Rashomon.

Horse step, shoulders sinking, energy accumulation, breath holding.

"After all, I'm just a bad imitator."

I whispered to myself, responding to Zenin Maki's previous question.

At the moment when the starting hand was finalized in exactly the same style as the Soryu Dojo, I faintly touched the edge of balancing strength.

"Okay, try it."

Contain the momentum in the hands, gather the energy in the chest, and store the energy in the center.

The scorching wind blew on my eyelids, and I squinted subconsciously.

There is nothing in front of me, and my perception is completely integrated with nature. I didn't "see" or "perceive" it, but I did find an existence.

An all-too-familiar existence.

One o'clock direction.

That is fire and earth with a concentration exceeding the standard.

I don't need to lock down the target, I know what to do next.

In addition to speed, the blow caused by the extraordinary force can also create air pressure in an instant.

Even more explosive.

"Huh—" In the world that only I can see, the power of ten thousand jun was successfully sent out in this breath.

The extremely compressed air tore out large black gaps, and in the blackness where even the flames were swallowed up, a bigger and faster white giant roared out, bringing black sparks and wind pressure with it, towards the The still arrogant earth curse spirit opened its mouth.

"Day Tiger Change."