Return from the second dimension

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

It is worthy of being the hero who stood out among millions of monks. Although they were in a hurry at the beginning, they soon adapted.

In addition to the basic fighting skills, these young monks learnt many miscellaneous courses, the purpose is to ensure that they can survive on the battlefield of another world, and at the same time better fight the enemy.

Not only do they have to carry their swords to be able to go to the battlefield, but they also have to learn to control various technological weapons, whether it is manipulating armed robots or driving battleships, they must be involved.

If the old monks of the Loucheng City were the vanguard soldiers who charged and set off, then the new generation of the monks of the Loucheng City were special forces, and each had their own advantages.

Although I have never used real swords and guns to fight monsters, in the virtual illusion of the cornerstone platform, similar environments can be simulated, and the difference is not very big.

He had a solid foundation, and the monster's strength was far inferior to them, so the scene of the young monk crushing the monster soon appeared.

Exert what you have learned in the past at this moment. The splendid monk skills and fierce and secret fighting skills are displayed in front of countless audiences.

I saw them leaping and moving between square inches, their swords in their hands swung like the wind, and monsters fell to the ground wherever they passed.

Blood can stimulate people's nerves most. Ninety-nine percent of the audience present are monks, and most of them have participated in plane wars. This kind of scene also suits their tastes best.

Battlefield fighting has developed to a certain degree, and it is enough to become an aesthetic, at least the Loucheng monks think so.

So after seeing this scene, those audience members shouted enthusiastically, their faces full of excitement.

"This is my outstanding junior in the Sacred Dragon War Zone, all of them are good!"

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

"Look at the young man in the Nine-Five-Three District. That is my grandson. Isn't he particularly heroic?"

"My grandson is also inside, and he is much better than your grandson. What can you show off, old fellow!"

"Your grandson is better than my grandson? What a joke! You are not my opponent, and your grandson cannot be my grandson's opponent!"

"Slow special nonsense, who is not your opponent, come, let's make two gestures."

"Come on, who is afraid of you!"

It seemed that the two monks suddenly quarreled red-faced and drew onlookers' eyes.

However, after seeing the appearance of the two of them, many monks in Loucheng pouted and looked like they were not surprised.

These two guys are fateful friendships. I don't know how many times they have saved each other on the battlefield, but they just slapped the game when nothing happened.

Seeing more often, no one is willing to take care of it anymore and let the two guys bite each other indiscriminately.

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

"Bone cat, Su Laojiu, you two old guys, really are getting more and more sinking as you live!

When we were together, I was choking, but now my grandchildren are so old, why are they still like this?

Your Excellency is on the top, should I lead you two to judge?"

Facing the monk of the Holy Dragon City with a majestic face, the two monks did not dare to make any trouble, and honestly closed their mouths.

When the onlookers saw it, they couldn't help but secretly laugh. It was rare to see these two old guys suffocating. Obviously they could tell the difference.

This monk in charge of public security is no one else. It is Xiao Rui who came from Heiyan Loucheng. Now he has broken through the realm of law and is the commander-in-chief of security and defense for this game.

Both Bone Cat and Su Laojiu, both old residents of Sacred Dragon City, were even older than Xiao Rui's qualifications.

However, Xiao Rui was responsible at this time. If the two continue to be presumptuous, they will be thrown into the underground prison if they are not sure.

Such a major event, how can they allow the two of them to mess around, even the old residents are not easy to do.

The two bone cats knew how to measure, and after being reprimanded by Xiao Rui, they immediately closed their mouths obediently.

Although living and dying together on the battlefield, and often drinking together in private, but in this kind of occasion, it is really not allowed to be presumptuous.

If it really provokes Tang Zhen's anger, the consequences will be disastrous, and he will be thrown into the underground jail if he is not sure. When he remembers it, he will be released one day.

Although no longer quarreling, the two still cheered loudly for their grandsons, hoping that they could get good results, so as to fight for themselves.

In the game, the fight became more intense.

Although a small number of young monks were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of monsters, they soon recovered their composure, and monsters were killed one after another.

There were corpses all over the place, and the eyes were blood-red. The figures standing among the monster's corpses now carried a trace of evil aura.

They are like a handful of meticulously forged divine soldiers. At this moment, they are using the flesh and blood of monsters as whetstones, showing their sharp edge.

When the surrounding audience saw it, they couldn't help shouting loudly. Even if these young monks couldn't hear it at all, they still couldn't stop the enthusiasm of these audiences.

The first batch of monsters were beheaded, and the corpses instantly disappeared, and then new monsters appeared, swarming toward the young monks again.

The blood on the sword was still wet, and a new battle began 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 the second-level monsters, and some had already been fighting with the third-level monsters.

Those young monks with eye-catching performance have also received more attention, and the volume of the grid they are on has increased accordingly.

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

The monks in these grids are male and female, and their races are also different, but they have one thing in common, that is, they are easy to deal with monsters.

It seems that in their eyes, those hideous monsters are chickens and ducks kneading at will. Even if they seem to be dangerous, they are basically shocking.

The audience next to them watched with enthusiasm, and they continued to shout loudly, and their voices resounded across the sky.

A little bit of vision can tell that these young cultivators are making continuous progress. At this time, they have a bit of iron and blood, and they are more and more similar to real Loucheng cultivators.

Unknowingly, the level of monsters continues to increase, and some monsters have infinitely approached the lord level.

The strength of these young cultivators is below the lord. Although they have powerful talents, the lord-level creatures have undergone qualitative changes, and they can definitely not be dealt with by their talents alone.

But even so, those young cultivators still gritted their teeth to support them, and would never give up easily.

Seeing the scenes where the young monks were bruised and bruised, but still struggling to support them, both the audience and the people watching the live broadcast couldn't help but be moved.

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

But looking at it at this time, it made people awe and admiration.

If you have aspirations in your old age, and have no aspirations for a hundred years, these young monks have proved with practical actions that they are definitely not relying on the shadow of their ancestors, and they can't find embroidered pillows.

With this generation of young elites, the Shenglong Battlefield is in the three thousand battlefields, so why not have a day of fame!