Chapter 668

"Master, why do I always feel gloomy around me, like something is watching us?" The monk Feng Wuyi swaggered behind the master of Sanzang, and asked excitedly, "is there really a ghost?"

As a player who has been transferred to a martial monk profession, Fengwu is absolutely an enviable existence.

A thousand year old monk in the temple teaches by example one by one. He not only charges no fees, but also often subsidizes equipment. Compared with Xu Yichen's apprenticeship, it's just a difference.

Even in the loess region, few players who have transferred to martial monks have such a good teaching environment.

On the one hand, after a round of iron fist attack, many martial monk group talents with defective Temple style withered. On the other hand, a large number of outstanding talents also shared educational resources.

It may never have occurred to me that one day I would fall into sweet trouble because of too many high-quality students.

Now in the loess area, if you want to become a full-time martial monk in a single temple, the attributes and talents must meet the requirements of the temple to have a chance. As a profession with high will, the martial monk has been given priority support by the state.

However, due to the number of Aboriginal monks, most of the teaching methods are scattered, mainly relying on the players' own savvy.

And Feng Wuyi, even shock and awe boxing is the master's hands from the gas operation mode, to muscle control, little by little.

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

However, master Sanzang did not have much choice. He did not expect to meet a group of native people with black hair and black eyes in the wilderness far away from his hometown.

Tang Sanzang was extremely satisfied with the rare opportunity to pass on his own pulse, even though the apprentice often showed some jumping off.

However, it doesn't matter. As a monk, what he cultivates is heart and body. If you can't polish it in a year, you can't polish it for 50 years!

Even if he is a hard rock, master Sanzang is confident that he can be polished into smooth pebbles.

"Take a good look at the surrounding environment and think about what I told you before I became a teacher." Master Sanzang's steps are like being measured. The distance of each step is one and a half feet.

"Each has its own characteristics." Tang Sanzang's feet step by step: "but they are very difficult to cause changes in the sky. Now you feel depressed and suspicious. It seems that someone is watching behind, but there is no trace. What should it be?"

Feng Wuyi touched his bald head and kept recalling the knowledge his master had taught him before. He felt as if he was back in the school examination.

From the perspective of a warrior monk, Lulu meow is the standard demon family, but it is just a different name for another place.

Demons are non-human. They live in different places. They are often called out by the alchemists. Sometimes they find opportunities to sneak into the world. They are divided into abyss and hell.

The range of monsters is wide. The Warcraft animals that were hunted in the forest before Fengwu were basically in this range. Generally, they did not hurt people, and the monks seldom went to find their troubles.

The ghost that Feng Wu has been thinking about is more suitable for the legendary ghost. Feng Wu has been playing the game for so long and has never had the chance to see this thing.

For monks, ghosts and monsters are all minor diseases. At this moment, seeing master Sanzang's cautious face, Feng Wu remembers that his former teacher once said that he was an old enemy of the profession.

"What, master, isn't it a legendary evil thing?" Feng Wuyi's hand rubbed back and forth on his head, and the newly grown skull made him subconsciously repeat the action.

"I hope not, but all the signs are that it is." Master Sanzang constantly glanced at the surrounding buildings: "if it is really an evil thing, there must be temples here to suppress its existence. I'm afraid that the vision here is caused by evil things."

The master and his disciples stopped for a moment at a crossroad. Tang Sanzang sat in his place and recited the Scriptures. The gold inscriptions, which were almost invisible to the naked eye, spread to the outside world with the master of Sanzang as the center.

Some of the chaotic environment is a little brighter, but the road to the South has no response.

"Go, go south." No nonsense, the monk stood up and trotted all the way.

Feng Wu fell behind and ran wildly. In terms of movement speed, the monk dared to challenge the flying mage with only two legs!

The higher the rank, the faster the speed.

"Head, my master said that there may be temples in the city to suppress evil things, and the seals may have been broken." Feng Wuyi ran in the back without any desire or request: "if you have any new information, please report it again. My master is running all the way to find the location of the temple. Be careful in the inner city area."

All the people of the retribution group saw the news that none of them had been sent. The players with fighting power took several witches back to Wangxiang tower and occupied several commanding heights around them.

Some of the scouts, including Rangers, who had nothing to gain, gave up their mission and began to move towards the Wangxiang tower. It is basically certain that the residents here had already been completely evacuated.Ji WanBing and Fan Li also completed the preliminary exploration of the city wall. The craftsmanship of the old ancestors was not bad, and the wall could basically play a defensive role.

It's just that walls alone can't stop the extraordinary. If everything goes well, the retribution corps should have three days to prepare before the paladin arrives.

Xu Yichen went straight along the main street. As a colonial city of the Song Dynasty, Wangxiang city was also built in accordance with the traditional style of the song empire.

There is a straight road from the gate to the center of the city.

Although the road now appears to be a bit old, many places have accumulated water, but it still maintains the most basic function.

The demon hunter found footprints near a pool of mud. He felt the mud around the footprints.

"It hasn't been completely dried in the shade. The time to leave footprints should not exceed 48 hours." Xu Yichen looked up to the distance, the inner city's high walls have been vaguely visible: "threatened by evil things, moved into the inner city to live?"

Without waiting for the demon hunter to think too much, a tentacle suddenly leaped out of the mud and rose with a tiny difference against Xu Yichen's chin!

The tentacles are full of sharp chitin spines. The distance between Xu Yichen's eyes and his tentacles is no more than three centimeters. He watched this thing appear across the air, and then suddenly disappeared into the air.

At the moment of being attacked, the demon hunter didn't feel any danger coming. He only avoided the attack by relying on Superman's reaction speed.

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