"Master, why do I always feel like something is watching us?" The warrior monk Feng Wuyi swaggered behind Master Sanzang and asked excitedly, "Is there really a ghost?" ”

As a player who has changed to the warrior monk profession, Feng Wuyi is definitely an enviable existence.

The thousand-year-old temple monks, one-on-one teaching by word and deed, not only do not charge, but also often subsidize equipment, compared with Xu Yichen's apprenticeship, it is simply a difference.

Even in the Loess Region, players who have become warrior monks rarely have such a generous teaching environment.

On the one hand, after a round of iron fist strikes, many warrior monk groups with flawed temple styles have withered a little, and on the other hand, a large influx of outstanding talents has also shared educational resources.

The thousand-year-old warrior monk profession and the major temples it built may never have imagined that one day he would fall into sweet troubles because of too many high-quality academies.

Now in the loess area, if you want to list the temple full-time as a warrior monk, attributes and talents must meet the requirements of the temple to have a chance, as a high-willed profession, the warrior monk has been supported by the state.

However, due to the number of aboriginal warrior monks, most of the teaching methods are free-range, mainly relying on the player's own understanding.

And Feng Wuyi, even the shock and deterrence fist was honed little by little by Master Sanzang from the operation of qi to the control of muscles.

No way, this is the so-called low understanding.

However, Master Sanzang didn't have much choice, he didn't expect that in a wild place thousands of miles away from home, he could actually meet a group of people from his homeland who were also black-haired and black-eyed.

It was a rare opportunity to pass on this vein, and Tang Sanzang was already extremely satisfied, even if this apprentice often behaved a little out of the way.

But it doesn't matter, the profession of a warrior monk cultivates the heart, practices the body, and if you can't polish it in one year, it will be ten years, and if you can't polish it in ten years, it will take fifty years!

Even if he is a stubborn stone, Master Sanzang has the confidence to polish him into an incomparably smooth river pebble.

"Take a good look at your surroundings and think about what I told you before." Master Sanzang's footsteps were like measuring, and the distance of each step was one and a half feet.

"Demons and monsters, each with its own characteristics." Tang Sanzang's feet took a step faster: "But it is difficult for them to cause heavenly changes, you feel depressed and suspicious now, as if someone is watching behind you, but you can't find any traces, what should it be?" ”

Feng Wuyi touched his bald head, constantly recalling the knowledge that the master had taught him before, and felt as if he was back in school and exams.

The demon is a different race, with different forms and human shapes, from the perspective of the warrior monk, the kitten man Lulu Meow is the standard demon race, but it is just a change of place and a different name.

Demons are not human, they live in different places, they are often summoned by the monks to drive, and sometimes they will find opportunities to smuggle into the world, which are divided into two types: abyss and hell.

The range of monsters is wide, and the demonic beasts that Feng Wuyi hunted in the forest before are basically in this range, generally they don't hurt people, and warrior monks rarely go to trouble them.

And the ghost that Feng Wuyi has been thinking about in his mouth is more suitable for the legendary lonely ghost and wild ghost, Feng Wuyi has been in the game for so long, and he has never had a chance to see this thing.

For the warrior monk, the demons and monsters are all minor diseases, and at this moment, looking at the cautiousness of Master Sanzang's face, Feng Wuyi remembered that the previous teacher had said once that the warrior monk was the old enemy of the profession.

"What, Master, it can't be the legendary evil thing, right?" Feng Wuyi's hand rubbed back and forth on his head, and the newly grown ballast made him subconsciously repeat this action.

"Hopefully not, but all indications are that it is." Master Sanzang kept scanning the surrounding buildings: "If it is really an evil thing, there must be a temple here to suppress its existence, I am afraid that the vision here is caused by the rendering of evil things." ”

The master and apprentice paused for a moment at an intersection, Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged in place, chanting the scriptures continuously, and the golden gold inscriptions, which were almost invisible to the naked eye, spread out with Master Sanzang as the center.

Everywhere we passed, some of the chaotic environments were a little brighter, except for the road heading south.

"Let's go, go south." The warrior monk did not talk nonsense, stood up and trotted all the way.

Feng Wuyi fell behind and ran wildly only to maintain not being left behind, in terms of movement speed, the warrior monk dared to fight with a mage who knew flying skills with just two legs!

The higher the rank, the faster the speed.

"Head, my master said that there may be a temple in the city to suppress evil things, and it is likely that the seal has been broken." Feng Wuyi ran behind without desire: "There is new news to report, my master is rushing all the way to find the location of the temple, you are careful in the inner city!" ”

Everyone in the retribution warband saw the news that nothing had been released, and the players with combat power brought a few witches back to Wangxiang Tower and occupied several commanding heights around it.

Several scouts, including the rangers, who had no gains, also abandoned their mission and began to advance towards Wangxiang Tower, and it was almost certain that their inhabitants had been completely evacuated long ago.

And Ji Wanbing and Fan Li have also roughly completed the preliminary exploration of the city wall, the craftsmanship of the ancestors is okay, and the city wall can basically play a defensive role.

It's just that the walls alone can't stop the transcendents, and if all goes well, the Retribution Warband should have three days to prepare before the paladins arrive.

Xu Yichen walked straight along the main street, as a colonial city of the Song Empire, Wangxiang City was also built in the traditional style of the Song Empire.

From the city gate to the city center, there is a straight road for easy walking.

Although the road is now a bit dilapidated and there is water hoarding in many places, it still retains its basic function.

The Demon Hunter spotted footprints near a puddle of mud, and he touched the mud around them with his hand.

"It has not completely dried in the shade, and the time for leaving footprints should not exceed forty-eight hours." Xu Yichen looked up into the distance, and the tall walls of the inner city were already faintly visible: "Threatened by evil things, they all moved into the inner city to live?" ”

Without waiting for the demon hunter to think too much, a tentacle that suddenly burst out of the quagmire rushed up to the sky with a slight difference against Xu Yichen's chin!

The tentacles were full of sharp chitinous spikes, and Xu Yichen's eyes were no more than three centimeters away from the tentacles, watching this thing appear in the air, and then suddenly disappear into the air.

At that moment of attack, the demon hunter did not perceive any danger coming, and completely relied on superhuman reaction speed to avoid the blow.

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