I Have a City in a Different World

Just as the audience was talking, the scene in the arena began to change.

As expected of Yingjie, who stood out among millions of cultivators, although they were in a hurry at the beginning, they soon got used to it.

In addition to basic combat skills, these young monks also have many miscellaneous courses, the purpose is to ensure that they can survive on the battlefield of other worlds, and at the same time better fight the enemy.

They not only have to carry a knife to go to the battlefield, but also learn to control various technological weapons, whether it is controlling armed robots or driving battleships, they must be involved.

If the Loucheng monks in the past were the vanguards who charged into battle, then the new generation of Loucheng monks were special forces, each with their own advantages.

Although I have never fought monsters with real swords, I can simulate a similar environment in the virtual fantasy of the cornerstone platform, and the difference is not very big.

They already have a solid foundation, and the strength of the monster is far inferior to them, so the scene of the young monk crushing the monster soon appeared.

The splendid monk skills and the fierce and mysterious fighting skills are displayed one by one in front of countless audiences.

I saw them jumping and moving between square inches, the swords in their hands waving like the wind, and the monsters fell to the ground wherever they passed.

Blood can stimulate people's nerves the most, especially 99% of the audience present are monks, and most of them have participated in plane wars. This kind of scene also suits their tastes best.

Battlefield fighting has developed to a certain extent, and it is enough to become an aesthetic, at least that's what the Loucheng cultivator thinks.

So after seeing this scene, the audience cheered loudly, their faces full of excitement.

"This is the outstanding junior of my Holy Dragon War Zone, all of them are good!"

"It's a good kill, I'm itching to see it, but unfortunately I didn't have the chance to play."

"Look at the boy in the Nine-Five-Three District, that's my grandson, isn't he particularly heroic?"

"My grandson is also in it, and he is much better than your grandson. What can you show off, you old guy!"

"Your grandson is better than my grandson? What a joke! You are not my opponent, and your grandson can't be my grandson's opponent!"

"You're such a nonsense, who is not your opponent, come and come, let's make a gesture."

"Come on, who's afraid of you!"

It seemed that the two monks suddenly quarreled red-faced, causing bystanders to look at them.

However, after seeing the appearance of the two of them, many Loucheng cultivators pouted, as if they were not surprised.

These two guys are life-threatening friendships. I don't know how many times they have saved each other on the battlefield, but they have nothing to do with each other. No one obeys the other.

After seeing each other many times, no one is willing to take care of them anymore, allowing these two guys to bite each other.

Just when the two were arguing happily, the monk Loucheng, who was in charge of public security, suddenly came and reprimanded a few words loudly.

"Bone cat, Su Laojiu, you two old fellows, the more you live, the more you fall back!

When we were together, we messed around, but now that our grandson is so old, why is it still like this?

Your Excellency the city lord is above,

Shall I lead you two to judge? "

Facing the majestic Saint Dragon City cultivator, the two cultivators did not dare to make trouble and kept their mouths shut.

When the onlookers saw this, they couldn't help but secretly laugh. It was rare to see these two old guys choking. Obviously, they also distinguished the importance.

This cultivator in charge of public security is none other than Xiao Rui, who came from Heiyan Loucheng back then. Now his cultivation has broken through the realm of laws, and he is the security commander of this competition.

Bone Cat and Su Laojiu are both old residents of Shenglong City, even a little older than Xiao Rui's qualifications.

But at this time, Xiao Rui's responsibility is on his shoulders. If the two continue to be arrogant, maybe they will be thrown into the underground prison.

Such a big event, how could they both be allowed to mess around, even the old residents can't do it well.

The two Bone Cats knew what to do, and after being reprimanded by Xiao Rui, they immediately shut their mouths obediently.

Although they live and die together on the battlefield, and they often drink together in private, in such occasions, it is really not allowed to be presumptuous.

If it really makes Tang Zhen angry, the consequences will be unimaginable. Maybe he will be thrown into the underground prison at will. When he thinks about it, he will be released after serving his sentence.

Although they no longer quarreled, the two still cheered their grandson loudly, hoping that they could get good grades, so as to give themselves a fight.

In the arena, the fighting became more and more intense.

Although a small number of young monks were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of monsters, they soon regained their composure, and monsters were killed one after another.

There are corpses everywhere, blood red at the entrance, and the silhouettes standing among the monster corpses now have a trace of evil spirits.

They are like a group of carefully forged magic weapons, and at this moment, they are using the flesh and blood of monsters as whetstones, showing a sharp edge.

When the audience around them saw this, they couldn't help but shout loudly. Even if these young monks couldn't hear it at all, they still couldn't stop the enthusiasm of these audiences.

The first batch of monsters were beheaded, the corpses dissipated in an instant, and then new monsters appeared, swarming towards the young monks again.

Before the blood on the sword was dry, the new battle began again. Compared with the panic at the beginning, the young monks had become more calm at this time.

As time passed, the gap between the young monks began to appear. Some were still dealing with second-level monsters, and some had already fought with third-level monsters.

Those young cultivators who performed well have also received more attention, and the size of the grids they are in has also increased accordingly.

On the field at this time, hundreds of grids are particularly conspicuous, and these are the players that attract the most attention.

The monks in these grids are male and female, and their races are different, but they have one thing in common, that is, they are able to deal with monsters with ease.

It seems that in their eyes, those hideous monsters are just chickens and ducks that are kneaded at will. Even if they seem to be in danger, they are basically close to danger.

The audience next to them watched with enthusiasm, and they kept applauding loudly, and the voice resounded through the sky.

With a little eyesight, it can be seen that these young monks are making continuous progress. At this time, they already have a bit of iron and blood, and they are more and more similar to the real monks in Loucheng.

Unconsciously, the level of monsters has been continuously improved, and some monsters have been infinitely close to the lord level.

The strength of these young monks is under the lord. Although they have powerful talents, the lord-level creatures have undergone qualitative changes, and they are definitely not able to cope with talent alone.

But even so, those young monks still gritted their teeth to support, and would never admit defeat easily.

Looking at the scenes where the young monks were covered in bruises, but still struggling to support, both the audience at the scene and the people watching the live broadcast couldn't help but be moved.

When I saw these young monks before, I always felt that they were too young to take on heavy responsibilities.

But looking at it again at this time, it makes people feel awe and admiration secretly.

Aspirations are not old, and they have lived without aspirations for a hundred years. These young monks have proved with practical actions that they are not relying on the shadow of their ancestors, and they are not looking for embroidered pillows.

With this generation of young elites, the Holy Dragon Theater is among the 3,000 theaters, why is there no day for him to become famous!

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