The Bald Monk in the City

? "I don't know when the master will come back..."

Yin Zhong glanced at the Ba Snake, which looked extra spacious in the rainy days, because it had enough dragon meat to supply, it now had a body as thick as an ordinary bucket.

This big snake is no longer in the template of conventional creatures. It is obviously enough to make them feel scared for people like Yin Zhong and Xin'an who live in modern cities.

But such a long time, coupled with the more terrifying master, Yin Zhong is now completely worthy of this lazy fellow.

"Brother, it's just the two of us...no, three, can't you just be a bit blunt..."

Xin'an was kneading a lump of dough, and when he heard Yin Zhong's words, he spit out.

He originally wanted to talk about the two, but after feeling the faint gaze of Shan Wei behind him, he chose to change his words wisely.

Facts have proved that the consciousness of the soul body is not as stubborn as ordinary people understand.

This may be related to Shan Wei's being a rather rare spirit ghost. After all, as a direct descendant of nature, these cold existences are rarely born from their death.

Of course, this has something to do with the number of populations Shanwei belongs to, but it also reflects the difficulty and scarcity of this transformation to a certain extent.

Only in some very special circumstances, this kind of thing that exists between nature and the world of the dead can be born.

"You have to get used to this kind of old-fashioned dialogue. Look at the master's appearance, maybe he has been practicing for many years. For him, the old-style dialogue may make him feel more cordial."

Yin Zhong held his long sword and wielded it casually. Although it was not a system, the fierce wind made people not doubt the power of it.

Under the influence of the divine power that is constantly being spilled under the stimulation of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung, his power has been fully improved.

Although the gain in intelligence is more prominent, he still hasn't thought about the idea of ​​being a caster.

Yin Zhong wielded the long sword, and he could feel the feeling of blood connection.

The sword is like his hand, his body is a continuation of his body.

Of course, this is just an illusion, caused by the deep blood in his body and the urgent desire in his heart.

The pure sword is actually not a very good tool for fighting, because it opens on both sides and is too extreme.

In the relevant cultures of the material world, it seems to gradually become an incarnation of polite and gentle carols, and a noble and sacred decoration.

In fact, in a real fight, it is a very dangerous weapon and requires sufficient skill to support it.

Two-sided opening means that it is not as fault-tolerant as a knife.

In a deadly close fight, a little carelessness will bring oneself into an extremely dangerous situation.

This is an analysis based solely on its external structure, and as far as extraordinary power is concerned, the sword has higher development potential.

But it does not mean that it is the only king above a hundred soldiers. In fact, the choice of weapons is more dependent on personal use and the characteristics of combat.

In the view of weapon masters, no weapon is fully applicable to any situation.

But the Juggernauts have different opinions on this...

"Believing in the sword in your hand is like believing in your own heart. Draw the sword, swing the sword, and then smash it...Nothing can be blocked by a sword, just like nothing can stop your heart..."— —Extreme Sword Saint-Aldan-Game

"Really... I think the way the master uses the oven is very familiar..."

Xin An kept kneading the dough in front of him, while Shan Wei behind him hammered his shoulder several times daily.

Although it is still a bit small and heavy, and with a hint of trembling coolness, Xin An already feels very satisfied...

I can see that she is in a good mood today, after all, she used to hammer her chest directly.

Okay, even if it is a low-profile Ning Caichen, it is a dream of many people...

Xin An comforted herself so, while shelving the kneaded dough.

And at this moment, along with a sudden violent demon wind, along with the rain that came all the way.

In a little bit of chill, Yi Qiu appeared in front of them...

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For some reason, the weather today is a bit cooler.

This is a small town on the European continent in the material world. It rained, and a pot of violets on the windowsill was blooming vigorously.

It is not a flowering season given by nature, but as far as Xushan is concerned, she has enough power to control it.

In other words, this is the power of beard, and his life force is not limited to flesh and blood.

Generally speaking, when facing the need to communicate with people, Xu Shan will walk with the will of the need.

Being gentle and firm, he is more able to gain the trust and affirmation of others.

But this is not the main reason. It is more because Shan who has lost too many mortal emotions after experiencing the cold world of the dead instinctively hates these humans full of distractions.

She is a fiery thorn, a fanatical belief that represents the protection of destruction.

In the eyes of outsiders, she always appears to be too irritable and dangerous, and the anger that swells in her makes it easy for her to bring about a massacre.

She will not suppress her anger, especially when facing offenders.

So she is not suitable for communicating with the outside world, and in fact she also hates such cumbersome things.

But more often, he and she are immersed in the world of their hearts and depend on each other.

They don't want to pay much attention to the changes in the outside world, nor do they have any interest in the love that leads the world.

Pure love made them, and thus determined their essence.

"I am starting to feel uneasy, something is staring at us..."

In consciousness, must frown and speak.

"Is it? Or...that?"

Shan instantly drew out the long sword at her hand~www.readwn.com~ She looked around warily.

Because of some disturbing revelation and the reminder of Ms. Huofa, they stayed away from the yellow land.

They knew that a powerful transcendent already existed there. They didn't know who he or she was, but the instinctive warning from divine creatures let them know the danger of staying in place.

They don't know how he or she will deal with them, but the power alone is enough to make them feel terrified.

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded outside:

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Shan's muscles suddenly tightened, and a certain repressive force surged in her body.

Just before the knock on the door came, she didn't hear or smell any aura or other traces of existence outside, as if he was abrupt, appearing there directly from the void!