The Bald Monk in the City

　　 Among the fifteen players on the opposite side, two made Yi Qiu feel a bit familiar.

But he didn't know the name of the other party, because this subtle connection between them was based on the fierce confrontation in the Cod Arena.

For Yi Qiu, he doesn't remember all the opponents who played against him in the Cod Arena.

After all, some of the characters that rushed up to solve the problem with a blast, really did not have too much memory.

Yi Qiu still had a clearer impression of the fierce fighting between the two sides.

After all, even in the Cod Arena, there are not too many enemies like that.

And these two players who made Yi Qiu quite familiar, one was a female warrior with double swords, and the other was a summoner in a white robe.

If it is said that for Yi Qiu, a certain amount of memory is needed to identify these two players.

So for these two players, Yi Qiu's image and his memories are undoubtedly profound.

After all, even for the vast multiverse universe, existences like Yi Qiu are relatively rare.

So before Yi Qiu could not recognize them, they instantly recognized Yi Qiu.

"It's him!"

Aimo-Sharis tightly grasped the special-shaped scimitar in his hand with a rougher but stronger hand. It is undoubtedly a delusion to want to maintain the tender skin under excessive training.

But Emo-Sharis doesn't care about the changes in her body, and her strong and persistent eagerness is the root force that supports her to obtain the title of "Scarlet Blade".

She wants to win, so she needs to become stronger.

This is the source of her strength and the inexhaustible driving force that urges her forward.

But now, the combat intuition that has become sharper under hard training is clearly feeding back the fact that the gap between them has not narrowed because of her efforts, but it seems to have become greater.

This made Emo-Sharis frustrated for a while, and when the effort lost its meaning, she really couldn't think of any other way to win.

"What's wrong? Sister Ai Mo, is there an acquaintance on the other side?" The field nurse who was still in the green years next to him looked at Ai Mo-Sharis curiously and asked.

She had never seen Emo-Sharis's expression like this: with a trace of solemnity, resentment, and almost overflowing unwillingness.

Although her talent has enabled her to embark on the road of saving the dying and healing the wounded, she still holds a mentality of admiration and envy for Aimo-Sharis, who has made the name with double knives.

The field nurse is a highly professional advanced treatment profession, and has a more powerful healing ability than some priests who are not doing their job as a paladin.

Although strictly speaking, the priest is not equivalent to the treatment profession.

After all, not all priests control the power of the Holy Light like the priests of Azeroth, but because the priests of the good gods often give some medical assistance to the poor, there is a certain degree between the priest and the healing profession. Have a wider connection.

And for the priests who control the power of the light, they have indeed become exemplary representatives of the healing profession.

Just as every milk has an output heart, this is a relatively common phenomenon among those who work in therapists due to talent or other factors.

So this made the field nurse very curious, what kind of existence made Emo-Sharis so strange.

"A strong opponent."

Ai Mo-Sharis said in a deep voice, her mood has returned to peace at this moment.

Fighting or competition, the driving force behind everything is: victory.

She wants to win, not just trying her best!

Victory is victory, and failure is defeat. The two are clearly distinguished, and there is no intermediate zone!

"I will train harder... next time I meet, I will definitely beat you!"

After Yi Qiu's inexplicable gaze, Ai Mo-Sharis raised her head slightly, and there was something burning in her eyes...

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"hiss……"

Tararich Sim touched his face unnaturally, and there was still a faint pain coming from there.

It was really a battle that was still fresh in my memory. As a descendant of a legendary family, it was the first time I was hammered so miserably.

After all, although it is difficult to form a summoner, after forming a complete summoning system, he is definitely one of the most difficult opponents in the same level.

Of course, the summoner needs to consume a lot of resources. As a descendant of a legendary family, Tararich Sim has a small army-scale summoned beast at this level.

If it's an ordinary player, it's not bad to be able to recruit a dozen ferocious wolves or ferocious bears at this time.

"Beastman? Or that frenzied mage? Sim when your taste becomes so rough?"

At this moment, Tararich Sim's ears sounded with a hint of joking secret transmission.

He turned his head and looked at the muscular warrior behind him who was looking at him with an ambiguous look: that was his best friend, a sword of military aspirations to become the master of the nine swords.

But so far, he still cannot complete the martial arts integration of the Nine Swords School.

"Kriel, if I remember correctly, someone once bragged to me that he no longer has an opponent among the disciples of the Tiger Claw genre."

"Perhaps you can ask the monk on the opposite side for advice after the dungeon is over."

Tararich Sim did not respond to him directly, but looked at him with a smile and said.

"Wu...Monk?"

Creel's tone was full of doubts, he swept his gaze over Yi Qiu's group, and finally fixed his gaze on Yi Qiu's body.

"Is that a monk? I thought it was a mutated stone-slinging giant or something!"

"No~www.wuxiaspot.com~Why are you sure? Do you know?"

Creel scratched his head. He looked at Tararich-Sim and his eyes suddenly became a little subtle from the original doubt...

"That's because: I have been defeated by him-on the frontal battlefield, and I used the scroll of Demon Wolf Descent."

"In a very short period of time, he tore the ogre hybrid before me to shreds abruptly, and then rushed through Mang'er's salivating poisonous vine protection, and you can probably make up for the latter situation... …"

Tararich Sim said frankly.

Failure is what he tries to avoid, but when he has tried his best, he will not regret it.

He has such self-confidence: As a descendant of the legendary family, his future will definitely be more long-term than those of his colleagues.

"That's great... Well, I mean: I will challenge him after the copy ends."

After listening, Kriel looked at Tararich Sim with a serious expression, although his tone didn't sound very sincere.

Creel rummaged in his backpack for a while, and finally he took out a heavy hand axe.

"At that time you will know: the title of invincible tiger claw in the same class is an uncrowned crown that has been piled up with victories."

The hand axe made a sharp and dangerous breaking sound under Creel's small swing, and his face was filled with a confident smile...