Just now, the fishman Sauerkraut witnessed with his own eyes how Ben Bo went from being a beginner, to becoming a master, to making great progress, and finally kept pace with him, and even slightly surpassed him.
Such a level of progress has had a strong impact on Sauerkraut’s worldview.
His originally solid and stable figure became shaky at this moment.
Seeing that his plan had completely opposite results, Old Brown Scales was shocked and helpless. He quickly slapped his beloved disciple on the shoulder: "Of course you are not stupid!"
He also added in his mind: “If you are still stupid, then am I not the stupidest among stupid people?”
"Then what's going on? Master, do you believe it? This is what a fish-man did in one day... no, half a day, no, that's not right. He did it in less than half a day." Sauerkraut pointed at the broken pieces on the ground.
The stones trembled slightly.
"How do I know what is going on? What a ghost!" Old Brownscale shouted in his heart, but on the surface he asked calmly, "Maybe he is special. Where is he now?"
“In front. He should still be practicing splitting rocks.” Sauerkraut responded mechanically.
“With so many cuts, his body temperature must be very high and his blood is boiling. We have to get there quickly!” Old Brown Lin analyzed deliberately.
The old fishman shaman immediately understood what he meant.
Old Brown Scale invited her, the mayor, to come over to help Ben Bo practice the red scale flurry of sword skills.
The old shaman's spells can quickly lower the body temperature and can also treat hidden injuries caused by practice.
The potential of the murloc race cannot be compared with that of the human race. Black iron is not uncommon among the human race, but among the murloc race, the number of black iron level transcendental beings is rare and they will receive more attention.
Old Shaman is a silver-level spell caster who helps Ben Bo in his cultivation and is also a process of giving grace.
This is a bargaining chip for future recruitment.
Along the way, Ben Bo showed talents that far exceeded the expectations of the two old fishmen.
This makes the two people’s recruitment intentions even stronger.
“Let’s go.” The old shaman set off immediately.
Old Brown Scale also threw the pickled cabbage directly where he was.
“Hey, gentlemen, please wait for me.” After a while, Sauerkraut came to his senses, quickly swam a few times, rushed behind the two elders, changed his posture, stepped on the bottom of the sea, and changed from swimming to walking.
After walking for a short distance, the three of them discovered Ben Bo.
The fishman boy was brandishing a pair of bronze-level scimitars that he had only acquired for a few days as a trophy.
The scimitar slashed quickly, splitting a stone with each blow.
Due to the sword skill of maintaining the red scales dancing for a long time, the scales all over the fishman boy's body were faintly red at this moment.
"Stop, stop!" Old Brown Scale shouted quickly, and he rushed to Ben Bang's side, "You will hurt yourself like this. Didn't I already take care of you? You can't practice this sword skill randomly, you need more rest.
Take care of yourself."
Old Brown Scales was very concerned, but also secretly frightened.
Thinking of his youth, he couldn't help but ask himself: "At that time, if I had the perseverance like him to run around, could I persist in practicing swordsmanship like this?"
Absolutely not.
He knew very well how much pain the fishman could feel by using the red scales to dance to the point where the fish scales were faintly red!
“This wild boy’s willpower is so strong, it’s as if he’s made of steel!”
Seeing the old brown scales stop him, the fishman boy had no choice but to stop practicing.
He had some regrets.
After he defeated Sauerkraut, he originally wanted to test the limits of his body, but was stopped by Old Brown Scales.
He is not worried about the harm caused.
Murlocs are not very resilient, but dragons are.
He can completely transform into a dragon-like form to speed up the recovery of his injuries.
Even if it cannot be restored, there are still a large number of healing potions on the Justice. Not to mention the sapphire gold coffin, which is a superb method of healing.
“Sir, please help this ignorant junior.” Old Brown Scale asked the old shaman.
The old shaman smiled at the fishman boy: "My child, you still have a lot of time in your life, so there is no need to rush for success. Relax, I will treat you."
As he spoke, the old shaman chanted a few words in a low voice and successfully cast the spell.
The spell's effect is very rapid.
The fishman boy soon felt that his body temperature dropped rapidly and returned to normal levels. At the same time, his blood contained a life energy. As the blood flowed, this energy silently healed every hidden injury in his body.
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“What kind of spell is this?” The fish-man boy showed the right expression of surprise.
“This is a kind of blood magic, called blood therapy.” The old fish-man shaman replied, and then asked, “Do you feel better?”
“It feels great! With this magic, I can skip sleep and practice my sword skills all day long!” The fish-man boy clenched his fists and shouted excitedly.
Blood magic is relatively rare.
Generally speaking, it is in the hands of blood elves, vampires (vampires) and some clergy of evil sects.
The young man did not expect that this old fish-man shaman also had this skill.
But he soon remembered that when he entered the fishman village before, the old fishman shaman had also cast a spell to detect whether there were spies in the caravan, and at the same time he judged that he had nothing to do with the Bladefin tribe.
“The previous spell should also be a blood spell.”
"You guy..." Pickled Cabbage's eyes were a little straight. He looked at the pile of gravel at the feet of the fish-man boy, "You have already surpassed me. What on earth are you?"
“I say, Old Brown Scales, although your knife skills are not difficult, they still need to be improved.” The fishman boy’s words were a bit offensive.
“No, the difficulty of this knife skill is not low at all. You have improved so quickly. There is only one explanation: I am afraid that your bloodline is not simple.” Old Brown Lin looked serious.
The old shaman nodded, quite agreeing with the old brown scale's speculation, and asked the fishman young man: "Have you ever tested your bloodline?"
The two old fishmen suspected that they were related to the blood of the young fishman.
But if we test it now, we will find at most the black iron bloodline of the brown-scaled murlocs, and very few bronze bloodlines of the dark blue wise men.
The reason why the fishman boy can progress at such an excessive speed is that he has human wisdom and a strong warrior background.
The red-scaled flurry of sword skills is difficult for fishmen, but the complexity and sophistication of human fighting skills far exceeds them.
The current situation of the fish-man boy is like a senior class in a college learning the knowledge of a lower class. He occupies a very high altitude, studying like a bird's eye view, and the problems that trouble the fish-man are just minor troubles for him.
Looking at the two old fishmen who doubted their bloodline, the fishman boy did not argue. To a certain extent, this doubt was a good thing.
He immediately shook his head and spread his hands: "How could I have the opportunity to check my bloodline?"
"That's right." The old shaman thought of his identity as a wandering hunter. "The technology of detecting bloodline has always been in the hands of the three superior ethnic groups. Our town only selects a few people every year and sends them to the center of the sea eye for bloodline testing. I suggest you
Check your bloodline and you should be able to find something."
The murloc boy replied: "I think so too, but I don't know any murlocs from the three major clans."
“If I have a chance, I will introduce him to you.” Old Brown Scales said with a smile.
The fishman boy showed his astonishing talent, which made Old Brown Scale quickly adjust his attitude.
Before, he felt that the fish-man boy held his head high, didn't understand the rules, and showed his wild nature (actually it was the first time that the boy got along with other fish-men as a fish-man, and he didn't know how to communicate), which made it difficult for people to like him, and he was very needed.
Training.
Now, Old Brown Scales feels that it is normal for a fish-man boy to have such an attitude. Geniuses of the fish-men tribe should have such an attitude!
The fishman boy raised his head, turned his wrist, flipped up the sword, and urged the old brown scale casually: "I have probably learned the red scale dance, teach me another fighting skill. Once you have taught me, you will use this one."
I'll hand you back the two knives."
"You want to learn a second fighting skill now?" Old Brown Scales laughed, "Seaweed is sometimes delicious, but if you put too much in your mouth, it will be hard to chew."
“This is my business. Don’t delay, just teach me another lesson.” The fishman boy insisted on learning.
It was agreed upon based on their strength that a bronze scimitar would be exchanged for a fighting skill.
The fishman boy needs fighting skills.
Very much needed.
His previous fighting skills, such as dragon claw attack, pyroblast, etc., were all used in the dragon form.
It is not impossible to use it in fish-man form, but the power will be greatly reduced and it will also hurt yourself.
This is like the sword fighting skill of Red Scale Flurry, which itself has been improved from the original version from generation to generation, and it has gradually become suitable for fishmen to use.
Although the boy has acquired a lot of murloc blood, he cannot acquire murloc fighting skills through blood cores.
Old Brown Scales wanted to woo the young man, but the latter had already known about it, but he just pretended not to know.
Old Brown Scale proposed using his fighting skills in exchange for two bronze scimitars, which the young man also wanted.
“I need to learn two fighting skills as soon as possible to improve my strength as a fishman.”
“Then look for an opportunity to reach the deepest part of the Eye of the Sea and explore the situation in the demiplane.”
The young man knew he had to hurry up.
Because according to the rules, the day when the Sea Eye erupts is getting closer. He needs to get the information as soon as possible, and then return to the Justice Pirates in time to take charge of the situation.
Old Brown Lin pondered for a moment and said: "I still have three fighting skills here, one is called Treading Waves, the other is called Spin Knife, and the last one is Jian Lin."
“Look at it, I’ll demonstrate it.”
Old Brown Lin demonstrated three fighting skills one after another.
When used, the wave-riding fighting skill can create strong thrust on the soles of the murloc's feet, helping the murloc move quickly.
The spinning knife is a throwing scimitar, which can be regarded as making up for the long-distance combat ability. If everything goes well, the thrown scimitar does not need to be picked up by the user, it will fly back by itself. Sometimes, the flying path of the scimitar can also be changed by using water flow.
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The Tough Scale Fighting Technique is the most unpretentious. It is a defensive method. After using it, the fish-man's scales become tougher and effectively reduce damage. However, this fighting technique has a very serious flaw for young people.
That is to say, the quality of fighting spirit will be revealed after use.
For example, after Old Brown Scales used it, the scales all over his body exuded the color of black iron. If the young man used it, it had to be white and silver, which immediately exposed his secret of being a Silver Fighter.