Fantasy game evolution

And in the pursuit of perfect martial arts, they also honed their legendary balance and organization.

Finally, after a lifetime of preparation, the monks selected by the gods were allowed to leave their temple and obey the instructions of the elders.

The logo on the forehead indicated that they were among the survivors, winners and pillars of the crowd.

Although there are a lot of words in the water, there is always one sentence-every monk is the kind of strong one in a thousand, otherwise they would not be as rare as a panda.

Of course, Ling Yan is not thinking about whether the bearded and bald-headed gentleman in front of him is the one in a million...

He just wants to know what kind of assassination is in order to let a brother who has nothing to do with the assassin to teach him!?

Big Dipper??

Um, yes, you read that right, a monk has come out~

As for why it appears, and why he can teach assassin skills-listen to me for a few more chapters!?

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Chapter 13 Your uncle, are you playing "Crossing the Fuck"!?

"Then, Master Yinlong, then I will retreat first." After looking at Ling Yan, Flavie bowed to the bald monk-that is, the monk, then exited the tent, leaving it for Ling Yan and this one. A space for adults who might want to teach him skills.

Although she was also curious how a strong beggar taught an assassin's skills, she was relieved as long as she thought of the strength of the hidden dragon master.

After all, she has also been trained by this adult, and she still knows the strength of this adult.

Besides, she now also needs to prepare for the action in a few days, so she left without worrying about anything.

-Fuck!You don't want to leave so soon, do you?This is too loyal!?

Looking at the departing Flavie, Ling Yan didn't have any expression on the surface, but in his heart he was constantly cursing at the departing Flavie: Although he knows that this bearded bald head must be a master, but you are so The master has been watching with a thoughtful expression. As long as you are a straight man, you will definitely feel painful.

Holding his beard, the bald monk said to Ling Yan, "Well, although I don’t know what kind of life you are living there now, you guys are too weak, right? Could it be that becoming an assassin is so easy now? ?"

"--" Although I really want to spit out where you can tell that I am weak, Ling Yan looked at him with the tendon that could hold him to death... I really felt guilty in his heart.

Moreover, what he said is correct: no matter what era the body of his dead house is placed in, it can be described as weak...

Moreover, for the monk who possesses the same power as Nana to kill several Tyrannosaurus-like tendons, in his eyes, his weak chicken is probably similar to those branches in the blood wasteland...

——Although I feel weaker...but this is a fact...

"Oh? Speaking of which, Lady Akara told you to learn assassin skills from me, right?"

Just after Ling Yan was still feeling that he had changed from a weak chicken level to a weaker level, the hidden dragon monk talked to Ling Yan about the business: "Well, I'm still very satisfied except for losing weight. ."

"...Thin?" Ling Yan's mouth twitched again.

"Well, by the way, it's also a little shorter." He nodded again, then touched his bald head and asked questioningly: "Could the old guys of the assassin clan eat up all of their assets recently? Make you little guys hungry?"

——Could it be normal for you to have to become brothers and sisters just like you!?

Facing the monk's complaint, Ling Yan complained again in his heart: Even a guy like Yao Ming can only bow down in front of your body like a human monster!?

Try to stand in front of a guy who is full of tendons, and at least two meters tall, and you know what Ling Yan's mood is now!Especially without knowing his sexual orientation!

"All in all, it's still a good seedling overall," he walked directly to Ling Yan when Ling Yan was still complaining about the monk's figure in front of him, and patted him on the shoulder with a gentle smile.

"Hiss——" Ling Yan grinned at the pain from the pain in his shoulder...really, if he hadn't reacted in time, it would have been photographed directly on the ground.

"Introduce myself, my name is Yinlong, I should be considered the first batch of monks to come to this continent. In terms of seniority-well, if you remember correctly, it should be in the same generation as yours. "Introducing himself with his own style, he continued to ask: "Then, the young man of the assassin family, how about you?"

Facing this, although unreliable, but should be very strong guy is very helpless, but out of politeness, he still very directly reported his name: "Ling Yan, my name."

"As a monk, can you really teach me the skills of an assassin?" He looked at the bearded monk in front of him in a suspicious tone.

Although he knew that a monk must belong to the scope of a master, even now, he still couldn't understand that as a monk, he could really teach him the skills of an assassin.

However, as soon as he asked this question, an almost deafening chirp suddenly sounded in his ear:

"Boom!"

In the next moment, a pure golden dragon skipped his face-completely turning all the rocks and vegetation around him into ashes!

After Jinlong dispersed, Ling Yan could see exactly what it was doing all this...

That is a strong thigh full of explosive power. The owner of that thigh is the bald monk who still shows a gentle smile at this time...

"Now, should you believe it?" Withdrawing the thigh kicked out of the attack, the monk scratched his bald head: "Well, after all, it has been useless for a long time, so the power should be much weaker."

"——Why? Do you use this trick?" Moving his gaze to his body, Ling Yan asked with a dull expression and voice: "This trick is not one of the assassin's strongest kicking skills. ?"

That's right, the skill used by this bald monk just now is the Dragon Swing, one of the strongest kicking skills originally belonging to the assassin family in "Diablo 2"!

If it was used by a powerful assassin from the beginning, then Ling Yan would definitely not feel any strange.

But this was used by a monk, that kind of momentary awkward feeling-Ling Yan had to admit that since he came to this game, he felt that the number of times he was awkward can be said to be increasing day by day... ····

However, it seemed that he didn't understand Ling Yan's puzzlement. The Yinlong monk looked at him in confusion and said, "What? Anyhow, they are all professionals in the East. Didn't your mentor and elder tell you that in fact we monks and Are the assassins and the demon hunters who haven’t come here in the beginning are actually a profession?"

"——" After hearing the monk's explanation, Ling Yan's stunned expression twitched instantly like a face change...

By the way, he felt that his face twitched a lot more after he came into this world!

At this moment, he couldn't help but sighed, this world--after all is not the Diablo that he knows and has played!?

What kind of inexplicable terrible world was I being pulled into by something!?

At this time, Ling Yan's heart roared like Prince Ma possessed again...

Note: Let me just talk about it. In fact, in the three generations, the monks also wobbled their tails, but that was a novice skill.

Well, the next thing is all kinds of brain holes~

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Chapter 14 You are always super god, so-can I take a dog?

"Well, it seems that your kid doesn't know anything." Looking at this awkward expression, Monk Yinlong couldn't help showing a distressed expression: "But it is also, it was not your turn to know at the beginning. That's it."

"--Why do I feel like I have to come into contact with something bad again." Looking at the bald-headed monk in front of him with a completely hesitant expression, Ling Yan immediately complained.

"If you insist on describing it like this, it's not impossible." The bald bearded who couldn't hear what Ling Yan meant in the end didn't have any disgust, but he showed a thoughtful expression.

However, just when he just wanted to continue to complain, he immediately issued a sentence similar to what he decided: "Well, since it's all like this, it's better to tell you, I don't want my disciple to be an uneducated guy."

-Fuck!Who is an uneducated guy!?And is the inherent ability of people in your world to tell stories!?