Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Four Seasons Valley, Ban Maple Lotus Herb Garden.

The old man soon completely lost his mind and was suppressed and executed in time. His body was also sealed by Xuan Xuzi, saying that he wanted to observe whether the corpse had changed into something like this.

After Meng Sheng and Xuan Xuzi placed the sleeping herders into the house, they said goodbye to Fairy Fu Feng.

Before the two left, they told Fairy Fu Feng to watch over these people carefully and not let others get close. The two of them would take these herdsmen away from Four Seasons Valley early tomorrow morning.

Fairy Fu Feng did not ask who among these innocent herdsmen would be lucky enough to survive, and who would be lucky enough to meet the Chinese adults, generals and emperors. Ever since the old man's eyes reluctantly lost their luster, she had said nothing.

Fadi sat at the stone table and watched coldly as the two immortal heroes discussed how to deal with the remaining herdsmen.

Perhaps understanding that Fairy Fu Feng was unhappy, Meng Sheng almost forcibly dragged Xuan Xuzi away from the medicine garden, temporarily leaving the precious living evidence here.

The two left, and the fireflies in the garden slowly floated back among the flowers and grass leaves. The cold moonlight reflected the stone table like a mirror. Fairy Fu Feng looked down for a while, then stood up, regardless of the open doors.

Walking through the door of the house, we walked past the medicinal fields planted for the purpose of curing diseases and rescuing people, and gradually drifted away.

After a while, the breeze blowing towards the woods changed direction again, bringing a whisper-like sigh.

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I returned to the Gabbling Pavilion from the same entrance I came from every year. I said hello to the young lady playing the piano not far away, jumped into the water, plucked all the lotus flowers in the pond, burped and jumped ashore, and swaggered towards

The central area where the Tower of Seal is located.

Anyway, there is obviously no difference between day and night here in the Central Committee. There is no difference between going now and going later. However, the two choices of going with an empty stomach and going with a full stomach make Nian Nian a little tormented.

She thought about whether after Fairy Fu Feng left, she would release the herdsmen to smoke incense and let them cause trouble in the valley to divert attention, but she thought of the fate of the old man and the possibility of more innocent people being captured.

The common people still decide every year that one person is responsible for the work and the other is responsible, and they make their own way into the dragon's pool and the tiger's den.

Of course, breaking through the level does not mean committing suicide.

Nian Nian lowered his head and passed through the mist connecting Gurgling Xiaoxie and Fengda Tower, raised his hand to block the sudden dazzling sunlight, and disappeared in a flash.

The wind was howling and calm, and Nian Nian stood in the air, looking at the spire of the stone tower under his feet, and smiled.

She stood by the eaves on the top floor of the stone tower, looking at the dark, no, shiny bald heads under the stone tower. Regardless of whether those people could see it or not, she whistled in a good mood and pulled the corner of her mouth to make a face.

More and more monks were surrounding the stone pagoda, and the sound of chanting Buddha was heard one after another. Looking at the swords, clubs, and hammers in the hands of these people, as well as those staring with empty hands, I felt calm for a moment.

If these monks in Shaolin Temple can only attack at close range, this matter will be very easy to handle!!

She turned to look at the stone tower and flew around it. Her top priority was to find out the secret of this tower before the flying reinforcements arrived.

This stone pagoda is about sixty meters high by visual inspection, with a total of thirteen floors. It is completely white and has no doors or windows. There are thirteen kinds of strange beasts squatting on the eaves, and countless Arhats, Bodhisattvas and Buddhas are carved on the body of the pagoda. The more you look at it every year.

, the more I feel that this is more like a container that seals something, rather than a building that allows people to enter and exit on a daily basis.

Lifeless, quiet and mysterious, this is the first impression it gives to Nian Nian. The carvings of gods and Buddhas all over the place do not add any holiness to it. The Arhat frowns, the Bodhisattva lowers his head, and the Buddha also has a sad look on his face.

The ferocity that is ready to move.

Do we need to knock this tower open? Isn't this a bit difficult?

Nian Nian looked down again, listening to the people's roundup arrangements, and flew down two floors around the stone tower, trying to see if he could find any more clues from these carvings.

"Whoosh——!"

A familiar sound broke through the air. Nian Nian quickly flashed past him. He glanced down, but he didn't see anyone holding a bow and a crossbow. He turned around and his pupils suddenly shrank.

It turned out to be a piece of green leaf, which cut diagonally into the hard stone body of the pagoda, cutting off the lotus under the Bodhisattva's seat.

"Whoosh——!"

Another blade struck like a sharp blade, and Nian Nian flashed past nimbly. He found the kind-hearted old monk holding a leaf, and also saw the leafy tree beside him. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva - this

This time I didn’t want to eat.

The old monk seemed to want to say something, clasped his hands and smiled, but Nian Nian's scalp felt numb, and she rushed upward quickly. A strong burst of wind rubbed the soles of her feet and hit the stone tower, leaving a palm print several inches deep.

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One palm failed, and the two middle-aged monks beside the old monk did not give up. They squatted on horseback, raised their heads, and slapped seven or eight palms one after another. It seemed funny, but in fact, a series of palm prints were printed on the tower, one after another.

Deep, chasing Nian Nian flying upward, as if he vowed to shoot her down.

She flew higher and higher every year, and the wind in her palm chased her higher and higher. She had a grimace on her face and was about to cry without tears.

Are these monks cheating?

Using flesh palms as bombs and picking leaves as hidden weapons, is it worthy of their empty hands?

In a blink of an eye, Nian Nian had flown upward for more than ten meters, and the top of the tower was already at her feet. The wind from the palm of her hand gradually became weak. Nian Nian continued to fly upward with joy.

Bang!

Nian Nian was rushing upwards when her head hit something like a wall, causing her head to buzz. She was dazed for a while. It seemed as if there was a small ball rolling around in her skull. It also seemed like she was being hit by someone.

Pinch and squeeze hard.

When the world was spinning, luckily she still remembered that she was dodging other people's attacks. After her mind was froze for a moment by the impact, she immediately moved to one side, but she was still caught by the palm winds that came one after another. She was hit by three palms on her sternum and ribs.

The fishy sweetness surged into her throat, and Nian Nian took a hard sip. The hot blood dispersed by the wind also cooled her little kindness, and she immediately retreated in the air and raised the short bow in her hand.

His head was still groggy, and he couldn't grasp the distance clearly, nor could he clearly see the position of everyone on the ground, but it didn't matter. Niannian took out a wooden arrow, opened the bowstring wide, and embedded the wind magic on the Yueling Bow.

The crystal glowed brightly, and the nine arrows were like nine lightning bolts, falling into the crowd, bringing out nine bright blood flowers.

The old monk's face changed, and the next wave of attacks had already left. The green arrow light had just entered his eyes, and it had already flown towards him. The old monk stretched out his hand from the monk's robe, like an eagle's talon, and grabbed it with his fingers.

Only a few scattered arrows were caught, and some disciples were still screaming and being pierced by arrows.

"Amitabha," the two rounds of arrow rain ended, and Nian Nian stopped moving for the time being. The old monk also stopped the attack of the disciples around him, "This person is cunning and vicious, let the ordinary disciples retreat quickly."

Nian Nian landed on the top floor of the stone tower, shaking his head, trying to put the messy parts back into place. Hearing this, he couldn't help curling his lips, and stretched out a middle finger in the direction of the old monk, not even bothering to look at those parts.

The bald heads who were on guard while retreating made more comments.

She looked up, not sure whether it was because the sky here was particularly low or there was another defense in the sky, but no matter what, it was very detrimental to her.

Also, what is the condition of this tower? The two monks just slapped it with one hand, making the tower bumpy and bumpy. It doesn’t look like they are treating this tower as a treasure, and this tower seems to be too.

Not as strong as imagined.

She reached for the quiver at her waist, and an arrow jumped into her palm as if she had been waiting for a long time. In an instant, Nian Nian felt that the entire tower trembled with the appearance of the arrow, and those Buddha faces

The sad look on his face also turned into a strange smile.

Unable to determine the final effect of this blood arrow, Nian Nian pinched his forehead, composed himself, tiptoed, left the top of the tower, and floated into the air.

The blood arrow was placed on the bow string. Nian Nian raised his eyes and flashed a few leaves flying in the air. There was a magic arrow on the bow string. When the bow string moved, the arrow came out. A red light flew towards the stone tower, but another green light went straight to it.

Straight down, falling together with every year.

A strong suction force was coming from Nian Nian's feet, clinging to her legs and pulling her downwards. Nian Nian glanced contemptuously at the old monk's wrinkled hands like chicken claws, and watched them disappear into the tower.

The blood arrow in his mouth curled up into a smile.

The heavy drum beat sounded again, like a downpour from the sky in summer, roaring and surging along with deafening thunder.

The unswerving suction stopped immediately, and took the opportunity to move up every year. Just like a candle, the melted stone tower flashed before her eyes layer by layer, and a bone arrow happily jumped from the quiver into her fingertips.

, in the old monk's roaring roar, he shot towards the stone tower.

Calcination and dissolution are the second of the seven major operations of alchemy. What will be the third step after that?

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Underground waterway.

Nick hummed, and the silver knife danced, slicing off a piece of the lip of the monk sitting under him. The monk's eyes were wide open, and he was breathless, and he was still holding an unsheathed sword in his hand.

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In such a nearly airtight underground space, wouldn't it be a pity if Dion's preference for poisonous weeds and flowers was not used?

It's just that the poisonous mist evaporated by Sarah's water vapor did not completely kill all the monks. It only made those people lose a certain amount of mobility, and the few guys who were obviously powerful were only slightly lethargic.

That's fine. Nick happily accepted the fun brought by the killing and fighting.

He has no humanitarian spirit, and neither do the other members of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group.

While Sara and Dion were panting slightly to recover their mana, York had already smashed the heads of several monks who could not move. Kraft even more simply replaced his left hand with a machine gun-like prosthetic leg, and the dense firepower network spread out two or three times.

In seconds, those monks who had no time to draw their swords were shot into sieves. Nick was even more free and easy. With a wave of his hand, the wind blades were thrown out as if they were free of charge. He didn't care whether he was a human or a ghost, whether he was an enemy or a friend. Everything was over.

The twins clicked their tongues and shook their heads, condemning the bullying behavior of these people. They bowed their heads and prayed devoutly. Their staffs were heavier and a shining golden shield stood above everyone's heads, blocking the sword-wielding monk's angry sword rain.

"Hurry up, we can hold on for five seconds at most." Hyde warned. I don't know how the system calculated the existence form of the twins. The two people did not share the same set of data. After Hyde finished using his skills, he asked Jekyll to take over.

, the tacit understanding between the twins makes the connection between the two defensive skills flawless.

Five seconds passed, and the shield was shattered by a piercing lightsaber. Dion and Nick restrained another Mohist swordsman, teasing the poor man left and right, while Sarah covered John's attack.

When he got into contact with the elder of the Mingtang Hall, the pitch-black thin sword was like a poisonous snake spitting messages, stabbing out from various unexpected angles, making the old man with a white beard complain endlessly.

These three monks were not idle people. Nick and others gradually had wounds and blood stains on their bodies, but they seemed unaware of it.

Nick let go of several fatal murder attempts and seemed to prefer this cat-and-mouse game. Dion had no choice but to cooperate, and even took the time to wrap the bodies of two female monks with vines and sink them to the bottom of the water; the twins played a great role

Using various uses of defensive skills, the sword-wielding monk became more and more irritable. Although he was always defeated by one blow, his enthusiasm remained unchanged.

, and even ignored Nick's repeated curses urging them to return to their jobs; only the group of Sarah and John were relatively normal - if you ignore the old man's shorter and shorter beard and increasingly ragged clothes, Sarah

He glanced at the old man's lean chest, shrugged and let John's bad taste go, and washed away the blood splattered on himself.

Simil looked at the big rat who was stepping on the corpse and having fun, and Kraft who was searching for loot from the corpse. He had to admit that these people's thinking was a system of their own.

He walked up to Qi Youfeng, who had an ugly face, patted his shoulder sympathetically, and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, at least Nian Nian is a good boy."

Qi Youfeng tilted his head slightly and replied with a cold face: "Is that why you plotted against her again and again?"

Simil spread his hands, helpless: "This is really a special situation, just an emergency measure in an emergency."

"Hey!" Nick jumped aside, guided the Mohist monk's blade to Dion's legs, and waved to Simiel with a smile, "Come on, come on."

Simil suddenly became nervous and glanced at this rare normal person next to him, feeling inexplicably pitiful.

"Come on," Nick continued waving, rubbing a wind blade to meet him, "or I'll go find you?"

Simil walked over, was pulled impatiently by Nick, and was brought to the knife point handed back by Dion: "Welcome our dark mage to join the battle, these ants will be left to you~"

In panic, Simil held up the bone staff to hold the blade. Just as he was about to protest, he saw Dion also jumped out of the battle and turned around to find the twins - Nick didn't need him to play with him for the time being, so he had better help the twins solve the problem first.

Let’s talk about the guy who’s flying in the sky and can’t come down.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on~"

Nick applauded and simply sat on the corpse of a monk, looking at Simil with an earnest look.

Simil held up the bone staff, blocked another blow, and turned to look at Nick innocently:

"Don't we just need to fight hard and pass quickly?"

Nick snapped his fingers and nodded: "You're right."

"Wait a minute!" Simil, who suddenly realized that he was about to be left behind, quickly added, "Only I can open that door!"

Nick whistled and shouted loudly: "Let's go, don't play anymore. The Great Master Simil said, just ask him to open the door. After all, he is related to the thing in the door~"

The twins and Dion immediately turned to defense, and John was dragged away by Sara. However, the sword-wielding monk and the elder Mingtang, who had lost their opponents, all turned their attention to Simil, who had a stiff smile.