"Hey - long time no see, father."
Fuhei Shi'er, who was temporarily resurrected due to the spiritual magic, jokingly said hello to the current head of the Chanyuan family, Zenyuan Zhibian.
The veins on the forehead of the man directly next to the Zen Yuan twitched slightly, "What are you talking about, who is your father!"
"Don't be so cruel. My old man died early and I entrusted you to take care of me. In my heart, you are my father."
Perhaps it was because he had no psychological burden after dying once. Fuheisher spread his hands and said, "Father, I am willing to shout this."
Unexpectedly, the people directly adjacent to the monastery did not appreciate it and shouted: "Shut up!"
He stared intently at Fuheishi'er, "A traitor who gave up his family name in Zen Yuan, what qualifications does he have to say such a thing?"
Fuhei Shi'er, originally named Zenyuan Shi'er, changed his name to Fuhei Shi'er after he joined his wife Fuhei's family.
Obviously, giving up the ancient and glorious surname "Chanyuan" is a great shame for the entire Zenyuan family.
Fuhei Shi'er tugged at the corner of his mouth, "That's why I hate 'Zen Yuan'..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed over like a leopard.
The speed was so fast that it left many afterimages behind him.
The people directly adjacent to the monastery knew Fuhei Shi'er's strength, so naturally they did not dare to be careless.
The moment of fighting.
Violent roars exploded all around.
However, what is unexpected is that the one who is at a disadvantage is Fuheisher, who has always teased the people directly next to the monastery.
"It's really difficult to deal with. That technique of yours..." Fuhei Shi'er silently felt his body become sluggish, his eyes locked on every movement of the person directly next to the monastery.
The people directly adjacent to the monastery did not speak, but continued to practice the 'projection spell'.
The 'projection spell' is a technique inherited from Zenin Naohito's lineage. Currently, only Naohito and his son Zenwon Naoya have inherited it.
The principle is to divide one second into twenty-four frames. Each frame has its actions and positions set in advance, and then all are displayed within one second.
To put it simply, what appears to the enemy as being fast is actually just that Zenyuan Zhibiren has made a lot of moves in one second, and he can also freeze the enemies he comes into contact with for one second. He also uses the 'projection spell'
This rule makes others become like them, dividing one second into twenty-four frames, and the enemy will not adjust, so the number of frames will be stuck, eventually causing his own movements to stop.
Fuheishier feels very stuck now.
No matter what expert you are, there is nothing you can do if you encounter network delays.
Naturally, the people directly adjacent to the Zen Yuan would not miss such a good opportunity and launched a violent attack like a storm.
However, due to "heaven and curse", Fuheishier's various numerical values ​​have already exceeded the range of ordinary humans. After being beaten, the loss of blood is not very serious.
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It looks very much like the mage Guasha Liushen tank who has just activated his ultimate move.
Gradually, Fuheishier got used to the lag in his body, and also understood the activity pattern of twenty-four frames per second.
He raised his fist and hit the person directly next to the monastery on the chest.
Just hearing a "bang" sound, the people directly adjacent to the Zen Yuan were directly pushed back. Even if the waist and horse were united, they stopped for seven or eight meters before gradually coming to a stop.
Fuheishier waved his hand and said, "I'm used to this frequency. Second uncle, you're not that strong anymore."
Now he is no longer joking and calls the people directly next to the monastery 'Father'.
The person directly next to the Zen Yuan felt as if his heart was burning, and his face turned unnaturally rosy. However, he still resisted the urge to vomit blood and sneered: "I just wanted to say hello to you."
"Don't be so aggressive. Although I hate the Chanyuan family, I still respect you very much." Fuhei Shi'er moved his body, "If you leave now, just pretend that we have never met."
What responded to him was the fist of the Zen Yuan Zhibiren.
"How stubborn." Fuheishier sighed with emotion.
Then, he mercilessly chopped down the people directly adjacent to the monastery with a knife.
With his understanding, after receiving so many beatings, if he could no longer see through his second uncle's physical skills routine, he would not be called a "taijutsu ceiling".
"What's more..." The person directly next to the monastery rolled his eyes upwards and was about to faint at the sight.
But at this moment, the burly and muscular old man drew out a burst of strength from nowhere, and with a sullen face, he raised his knees and pushed forward.
Fuhei could even hide, but he didn't.
After being hit by a knee strike, he took a step back and stared expressionlessly at the people directly next to the monastery. He grabbed the ground with his face, knocking his head and bleeding.
"Perhaps, this is where I am willing to respect you." Fuhei Shi'er said calmly, staring at the man directly adjacent to the Zen Yuan who had lost his ability to fight.
He recalled the tragic experience he had in the Zen Academy - because he was born without the power of magic, and the rigid Zen parents were unwilling to accept this fact, he was often thrown into the group of magic spirits, euphemistically called 'special training'.
Every time he was tortured to death, the person who showed him kindness was not the father who always frowned, nor the superior head of the family, but the second uncle who always drank from a wine gourd.
The people directly adjacent to the Zen Yuan are actually very nice.
He won't worry about such boring trivial matters as 'does he have magic power', and keeps talking about 'glory' all day long, but Fuheishier knows that the other party actually doesn't care very much in his heart.
Strength or weakness is the standard used by those directly connected to the Zen Academy to judge a person's worth!
Coincidentally, Fuhei Shi'er, who has no magic power, is stronger than ordinary Zen masters...
"Seeing as you won't live for a few more years, let's leave it at that for today." Fuheishier shook his head and had no intention of finishing the attack.
At this moment, a strange human-faced bird flew through the sky.
Fuhei Shi'er's eyes flashed.
He didn't see any action and disappeared in place.
The next second, there was a bird shikigami almost half the size of a human in his hand.
"It's actually the ten shadow spells of the Chanyuan family." Fuheisher smiled meaningfully.
The 'Projection Spell Technique' is only a technique inherited from the direct lineage of the Zen Academy. The Zen Academy's ability to occupy a seat in the Yusan Family relies on the 'Ten Shadow Spells'.
"Who will it be? An old face, or a new generation of juniors?"
While speaking, he exerted force with his hands, squeezing the human face until he screamed.
Originally without the aid of magic tools, his original body could not attack the magic spirits or shikigami. However, due to the spirit-spelling technique, he took over other people's bodies. While gaining his original physical qualities, he could also simply He could feel the power of the curse. To put it bluntly, it was stronger than before he was killed by Gojo Satoru.
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Fuheishier can be said to have perfected the bg of contracts and spells.
It's just that he doesn't realize this now...
I wanted to kill the Zen master's shikigami at random.
Unexpectedly, the human-faced Nue suddenly turned into a pool of shadow and fell to the ground from Fuheisher's hand.
Fuheishier knew that this was the result of the magician taking the initiative to cancel the summons.
Sniffling, he looked at a certain location.
But he saw a team of magicians rushing towards him in the distance.
Three women and one man.
Seeing the person coming clearly, Fuhei Shi'er was stunned for a moment.
How could it be so similar...
Megumi Fushiguro, who came here unexpectedly, had a solemn expression.
He glanced at the people directly next to the monastery who were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. He glanced at the surrounding building ruins caused by the aftermath of the battle without moving his eyes. He knew that the enemy was definitely not a kind person.
"Over there, the person lying there seems to be the head of the family..." Zenyuan Zhenyi lowered her voice and whispered to her sister beside her.
Zenyuan Maki remained calm and clenched the long-handled chopper in her hand. Her mind was filled with the scene of the day before she left the Zenyuan home, when she and the direct neighbor of the Zenyuan vowed to become the head of the family.
At that time, the direct people of the Zen Academy did not reprimand her for her arrogance. Instead, they laughed and said that this road would be very difficult and that if you want to become the head of the Zen Academy, you must pass a lot of trials.
To be honest, no matter how you consider it, the head of the Zenyuan family is far more respected than other members of the Zenyuan family.
"Hey, you black-haired brats over there, are you from the Chanyuan family?" After settling his mind, Fuheishier put his pockets in his pockets and asked casually.
Megumi Fushiguro said nothing.
However, Chanyuan Zhenyi did not want to lose the reputation of a Zenyuan family, and responded fearlessly: "That's right! I am a magician of the Zenyuan family."
To be continued...