I have a city in another world

Chapter 1851 The growing new generation of monks

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

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

These young monks usually learn, in addition to basic combat skills, there are also many miscellaneous courses, the purpose is to ensure that they can survive on the battlefield in other worlds, and at the same time fight the enemy better.

Not only can they go to the battlefield with a knife, but they also need to learn to control various technological weapons. Whether it is manipulating armed robots or driving a battleship, they must be involved.

If the past monks in Loucheng were the vanguard soldiers who charged into battle, then the new generation of monks in Loucheng were special forces, and both had their own advantages.

Although he has never fought monsters with real swords and guns, he can simulate a similar environment in the virtual illusion of the cornerstone platform, and the difference is not very big.

They already had a solid foundation, and the strength of the monsters was far inferior to them, so the scene of young monks crushing monsters soon appeared.

What he learned in the past can be fully displayed at this moment. The splendid monk skills, fierce and mysterious fighting skills are displayed in front of countless audiences.

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

Blood can stimulate people's nerves the most, especially since ninety-nine percent of the audience present are monks, and most of them have participated in plane wars. This kind of scene is also most suitable for their taste.

Fighting on the battlefield has developed to a certain extent, and it is enough to become a kind of aesthetics, at least the monks in Loucheng think so.

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

"This is the outstanding junior of my holy dragon war zone, and they are all good!"

"It's a good kill, it makes my hands itch, but unfortunately I don't have a chance to play."

"Look at that boy in District [-], that's my grandson, isn't he very heroic?"

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

"Your grandson is better than mine? Are you kidding me! You are not my opponent, and your grandson cannot be my grandson's opponent!"

"Stop talking nonsense, who is not your opponent, come on, let's make gestures."

"Come on, who is afraid of you!"

It seems that in the middle of it, the two monks suddenly quarreled with red faces, which attracted the attention of the onlookers.

However, after seeing the appearance of the two of them, many monks in Loucheng curled their lips, as if they were not surprised.

These two guys are life-threatening friendships. They have saved each other countless times on the battlefield, but they have nothing to do with each other, and neither of them accepts the other.

After seeing each other more times, no one is willing to talk to them anymore, and let these two guys bite each other.

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

"Bone cat, Su Laojiu, you two old fellows, the more you live, the more you get stuck!
When we were together, we pinched randomly, but now that the grandson is so old, why is it still like this?

Your Excellency the city lord is above, how about I lead you two to judge? "

Facing the majestic monks of the Holy Dragon City, the two monks did not dare to make mistakes, and kept their mouths shut.

Seeing this, the onlookers couldn't help secretly laughing secretly. It was rare to see these two old guys holding back, obviously they could tell the difference.

The cultivator in charge of security is none other than Xiao Rui from Heiyanlou City back then. Now his cultivation has broken through the realm of law, and he is the commander-in-chief of security and defense for this competition.

Bone Cat and Su Laojiu are both old residents of Sacred Dragon City, even a little older than Xiaorui.

But at this time, Xiao Rui was on duty, if the two continued to act presumptuously, maybe they would be thrown into the underground prison.

With such a big event, how could the two of them be allowed to mess around, even the old residents couldn't handle it.

The bone cat and the two knew their limits, and after being reprimanded by Xiao Rui, they immediately shut their mouths obediently.

Although they lived and died together on the battlefield, and often drank together in private, but in this kind of occasion, there is really no room for presumptuousness.

If Tang Zhen really got angry, the consequences would be unimaginable. Maybe he would throw him into the underground prison. When he thinks about it, he will be released after serving his sentence.

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

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 were corpses strewn all over the place, and the eyes were blood-red, and the figures standing among the corpses of the monsters now carried a trace of evil spirit.

They are like a pair of well-forged magic weapons. At this moment, they are using the flesh and blood of monsters as a whetstone, showing a sharp edge.

Seeing this, the audience around couldn't help but shout loudly, even though these young monks couldn't hear at all, they still couldn't stop the enthusiasm of these audiences.

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

The blood on the saber was still wet, and a new battle started 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 level [-] monsters, while others were already fighting with level [-] monsters.

Those young monks who performed eye-catchingly also received more attention, and the volume of the grid they were in also increased accordingly.

On the field at this time, hundreds of grids are particularly conspicuous, and these are the players who have attracted the most attention.

There are men and women in these grids, and the races are also different, but they have one thing in common, that is, they can deal with monsters with ease.

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

The audience next to them watched with enthusiasm, and continued to applaud loudly, and the sound resounded through the sky.

It can be seen with a little discernment that these young monks are making continuous progress. At this time, they already have a bit of blood and iron, and they are more and more similar to real Loucheng monks.

Unknowingly, the level of monsters continued to increase, and some monsters were infinitely close to the level of lords.

The strength of these young monks is lower than that of the lord. Although they have powerful talents, the creatures of the lord level have undergone qualitative changes, and they are definitely not able to deal with them with talent alone.

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

Seeing those young monks covered in bruises, but still struggling to hold on, no matter the audience at the scene or the people watching the live broadcast, they couldn't help being moved.

Looking at these young monks before, I always felt that they were still immature and not good enough to take on important responsibilities.

But looking at it now, it makes people feel awe and admiration secretly.

Aspiring not to be old, not to live for a hundred years without ambition, this group of young monks has proved with practical actions that they are definitely not embroidered pillows relying on the shadow of their ancestors.

With this generation of young elites, the Shenglong theater is among the three thousand theaters, so why not have a famous day!

　Thanks to: "Master Xiaoyao Pavilion" for the reward, and to book friends for their support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)