The Bald Monk in the City

"Master Yi, I am always confused."

Outside the window faintly heard the monks' angry shouts and some fierce fighting sounds, but Hui Cai did not pay attention to these, instead he respectfully asked Yi Qiu before him.

Even if he knew the sight before him, it was just a clone of a great existence.

But for him, there is no sign of disrespect.

After all, he did change the fate of this temple...

"For an existence like yours, is there any value in our mediocre skills?"

Huicai looked at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which had already been read by him, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

If these martial arts were really useful, how could they be in this situation?

However, although the skills taught by Master Yi seem a bit strange, if you carefully study it, you can still see some of the shadows of martial arts that he is familiar with.

He can feel the impact of this martial arts on him and the monks, at least now ordinary monsters can no longer threaten them.

This couldn't help but make Huicai confused. He couldn't understand why those ancestors who had gone forward and succeeded in the past had no achievements in this regard.

So that when the destructive attack of the alien creatures fell on their heads, they suddenly realized, and then helplessly welcomed the bleak fate...

"value?"

Yi Qiu's Faxiang head clone stopped, and he looked at Huicai who looked respectful.

Then he said to him:

"If being needed is a value, then they are obviously valuable to me at the moment."

"What's more, some of the light of wisdom doesn't care about the limits of life, it can only appreciate its existence and openness..."

At this moment, Yi Qiu's avatar has already read the books with sufficient value here.

Only after earnestly exploring, did he discover how complicated it is to try to build a combat system that suits him by himself.

He is now not so much groping, as he is making up lessons.

Although he showed the same stance of crushing in actual combat.

But in terms of combat skills, he does appear quite simple.

This kind of simplicity does not mean how muddy his attacks seem or that it is difficult to capture the fatal flaws in the enemy's bells and whistles.

Rather, it refers to his fighting style and his emphasis on fighting intuition and experience.

The fighting instinct given by his extraordinary intuition allowed Yi Qiu to move forward in this regard.

Naturally, this is not to say that there are any problems. All the roads that can reach the end are correct.

Rather, in terms of combat instinct, Yi Qiu has been very difficult to break through in a short time.

Yi Qiu didn't intend to change his fighting style, after all, he was used to fighting like that.

But he can fill in his weak combat system, and then obtain possible related benefits.

Naturally, this is not a certain established fact, but for Yi Qiu, there is not much waste in trying to do this as a Dharma clone.

If you use the relevant vocabulary of the material world to express it, it is probably: the stone of the mountain can be used for jade.

Simply put, for a student who is used to solving multiple-choice questions in English with intuition.

Perhaps the accumulation of a simple taste of English vocabulary cannot allow him to directly rely on the accumulation of knowledge to complete the answer sheet.

But this accumulation may enable him to obtain more precise intuitive feedback in a flash of inspiration.

"Actually, I am going to come here later, but now it seems that those aliens have provoke something interesting."

Because the Dhamma clone cannot inherit the character's related combat skills, this clone does not have the ability to detect the entire plane as comprehensively as the main body.

But recently he felt some familiar aura from the so-called aliens passing by-the lingering evil aura, so deep into his bones...

It may not be an evil thing, but for Yi Qiu, this is still a good clue.

It just happens that the clone has completed the accumulation of related combat skills, and Yi Qiu also needs to come to absorb this knowledge:

Although the avatar and the consciousness of the ontology belong to a certain organic unity, the memories of these related trainings are indeed independent.

They are summarized in the lake of mind that once belonged to the head of the Fa-xiang. Yi Qiu needs to take back the clone of Fa-xiang before he can absorb and transform this part of knowledge.

"Something interesting? Do you mean?"

Hui Cai asked with some doubts, the concept of the alien in the impression is undoubtedly powerful and dangerous.

"Perhaps it is a superior existence of demons. Compared with demons, it is closer to the essence of evil. The power of chaos makes them dangerous and irritable..."

"They will corrode the creatures of a world under imperceptible circumstances, and then consume their reason and soul, and finally... that world will become a dead graveyard..."

When Hui Cai listened to the scene described by Yi Qiu's avatar, he couldn't help but chill.

If the world he was in had encountered such a terrifying thing, he really couldn't imagine how they should resist it.

The aliens and demons they encountered now seemed less frightening than the horrible existence.

At least, in the face of them, Huicai felt that now she had the will to die calmly.

For the taboo monster that feeds on all living things, he really can't afford even a trace of resistance.

However, after Hui Cai carefully savored some meanings and biases of the words spoken by Yi Qiu's Faxiang clone, his expression began to become a little subtle.

He didn't think Yi Qiu was afraid or afraid of those dangerous existences, although they did make him feel hard to resist.

But after listening to Yi Qiu's words, Hui Cai always felt that the context was inexplicably familiar.

After a trance, he finally remembered:

Before he was shaved~www.wuxiaspot.com~ his grandfather held his young and looked at the ferocious black fish in the stream.

My grandfather said that black fish is one of the most ferocious fish in the stream. It is not taboo. Big fish and small fish swallow their stomachs in one bite.

Shrimp and crabs, snakes and insects, the dark water animals have no natural enemies in the stream.

If there are a few sturdy black fish in the weir ponds, the situation at the end of the year is probably not very mixed.

After that, grandfather plugged the black fish in.

Hui Cai could not remember the taste of the bowl of fish soup at night, but he still remembered the expression and tone of his grandfather's words.

Yes, the fish does toss in the water, but it is still fisherman’s food after all...

But now listening to Yi Qiu's Faxiang clone say these words, Hui Cai always feels that time has turned back, and he heard the words of his grandfather again.

Extremely vicious, devouring heaven and earth, but nothing but food...