The Game of Demon Hunter

"Master, why do I always feel gloomy around me, as if something is watching us?" Wu Monk Feng Wu swaggered behind Master Sanzang and asked excitedly: "Is there really a ghost? "

As a player who has changed his career to a monk, Feng Wuyi is definitely an enviable existence.

The thousand-year-old monks in the temple taught by example one-on-one. Not only did they not charge fees, but they often subsidized equipment. Comparing Xu Yichen's apprenticeship career, it was a stark difference.

Even in the local Loess area, players who have changed their profession to monks rarely have such a favorable teaching environment.

On the one hand, after a round of iron fist strikes, many monk groups with flawed temple styles were somewhat withered. On the other hand, the influx of outstanding talents also shared the educational resources.

The martial monk profession that has been passed down for thousands of years and the major temples they have established may never have thought that one day they would fall into sweet troubles because of too many high-quality students.

Now in the Huangtu District, if you want to apply for a full-time monk in a temple, you must have attributes and talents that meet the requirements of the temple to have a chance. As a high-willed profession, monks have received key support from the state.

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

As for Feng Wuyi, even the Shocking Fist was honed by Master Sanzang from the movement of Qi to the control of muscles bit by bit.

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

But Master Sanzang didn't have much choice. He didn't expect to meet a group of people from his hometown with the same black hair and black eyes in a wild land thousands of miles away from his hometown.

Tang Sanzang is extremely satisfied with the rare opportunity to pass on his lineage, even though this apprentice often behaves a little out of bounds.

But it doesn't matter, the profession of monks cultivates the mind and body, if one year is not polished, it will be ten years, and if ten years cannot be polished, it will be fifty years!

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

"Observe the surrounding environment carefully, and think about what I told you before I became a teacher." Master Sanzang's steps seemed to be measured, and the distance of each step was one and a half feet.

"Demons and ghosts each have their own characteristics." Tang Sanzang took a quick step: "But they are difficult to cause changes in the sky. Now you feel depressed and suspicious. It seems that someone is watching behind you, but you can't find any traces. What should it be?" ?”

Feng Wuyi touched his bald head, and kept recalling the knowledge his master had taught him before, feeling as if he had returned to the time when he was taking exams.

The monsters are of a different race, with different shapes and human forms. From the eyes of the monks, the cat-man Lulumiao is a standard monster race, just a different place and a different name.

Demons are not human, live in different places, are often summoned and driven by alchemists, and sometimes find opportunities to sneak into the world by themselves, divided into two types: abyss and hell.

The range of monsters is wide. The monsters that Feng Wuyi hunted and killed in the forest before are basically in this range. Generally, they don't hurt people, and monks rarely trouble them.

And the ghost that Feng Wuyi has been obsessed with is more suitable for the legendary lonely ghost. Feng Wuyi has been in the game for so long, and he has never had the chance to see this thing.

For monks, ghosts and ghosts are minor illnesses. Seeing the seriousness on Master Sanzang's face at this moment, Feng Wuyi remembered that his previous teacher once said that the profession of monks is the old enemy.

"Then what, master, can't it be the legendary evil thing?" Feng Wuyi rubbed his hands back and forth on his head, and the newly grown hair made him subconsciously repeat this action.

"I hope not, but all signs show that it is so." 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 an evil thing. Rendering results in."

The master and apprentice stopped for a moment at a crossroads. Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged on the spot, chanting scriptures continuously, and the almost invisible golden inscriptions spread out from the center of Master Sanzang.

Wherever he passed, the chaotic environment became slightly brighter, but the road heading south did not respond.

"Go, go south." The monk didn't talk nonsense, stood up and trotted all the way.

Feng Wuyi fell behind and ran wildly, but only managed not to be left behind. In terms of moving speed, a monk can challenge a mage who can fly with just two legs!

The higher the level of the monk, the faster the speed.

"Head, my master said that there may be a temple in the city that suppresses evil things, and the seal may have been broken." Feng Wuyi ran behind without desire: "I will report any new news, my master is running all the way Find the location of the temple, be careful in the inner city alone!"

Everyone in the Retribution War Group saw the news from Feng Wuyi, and the combat-capable players brought a few witches back to the Wangxiang Building, occupying several surrounding commanding heights.

Including Ranger, several scouts who had no results also gave up their mission and started to advance towards Wangxianglou. It is almost certain that the residents here have been completely evacuated long ago.

And Ji Wanbing and Fan Li also basically completed the preliminary exploration of the city wall. The craftsmanship of the ancestors is not bad, and the city wall can basically play a defensive role.

It's just that the city wall alone can't stop the Transcendent. If all goes well, the Retribution Wargroup should have three days to prepare before the arrival of the paladins.

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 travel.

Although the road looks a bit dilapidated now, and water has accumulated in many places, it still maintains the most basic functions.

The witcher found footprints near a pool of mud, and he touched the mud around the footprints with his hand.

"It hasn't 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 city walls of the inner city were already faintly visible: "Threatened by evil things, have you all moved into the inner city?"

Before the demon hunter could think too much, a tentacle suddenly jumped out of the quagmire and soared into the sky against Xu Yichen's chin by a hair's breadth!

The tentacles were covered with sharp chitin spikes. Xu Yichen's eyes were no more than three centimeters away from the tentacles, and he watched helplessly as the thing appeared in the air, and then suddenly disappeared into the air.

The moment he was attacked, the witcher didn't sense any danger coming, and relied entirely on his superhuman reaction speed to avoid the blow.

PS: Thanks to the book friend @知白晓黑 for the reward, and thanks to the book friend @野束 for the reward