Chapter 1862: Growing new generation of monks

Just as the audience talked about it, the scene in the playing field began to change.
It is worthy of Yingjie, who stood out among the millions of monks. Although they were in a hurry, they soon got used to it.
These young monks learned on weekdays, in addition to the basic combat skills, there are many miscellaneous courses, the purpose is to ensure that they can survive on the battlefield of the outside world, while better fighting the enemy.
Not only do they have to take the knife to get on the battlefield, but they also need to learn to control all kinds of technological weapons. Whether it is to control armed robots or warships, they must be involved.
If the past monks in the city were the squadrons of the rushing, then the new generation of the city's monks were special forces, and each had its own advantages.
Although it has never been a real fight with a monster, it can simulate a similar environment in the virtual illusion of the cornerstone platform. The difference is not great.
This has a solid foundation, and the strength of the monster is far less than them, so the scene of the young monk crushing the monster soon appeared.
In the past, I learned to play at this moment, the splendid monk skills, the fierce and secret fighting skills, in front of countless audiences.
I saw them leaping between the squares, and the swords in the hands waved like the wind. The monsters fell to the ground.
Blood is the most stimulating nerve, especially the audience in the audience is ninety-nine are monks, most of them have participated in the plane war, this scene is also in line with their tastes.
The battlefield fight to a certain extent is enough to become an aesthetic, at least the Loucheng monks think so.
So after seeing this scene, those audiences shouted loudly and their faces were full of excitement.
"This is the outstanding junior of my holy dragon theater, and the top one is good!"
"It’s good to kill, I see it all itch, but unfortunately I have no chance to play."
"Look at the boy in the 953 district. Is that my grandson, is it a special hero?"
"My grandson is also inside, showing more than your grandson. What an old guy has to show off!"
"Your grandson is stronger than my grandson? Just kidding! You are not my opponent, your grandson can't be my grandson's opponent!"
"There is nothing wrong with you, who is not your opponent, come and come, let's make two comparisons."
"Come, who is afraid of you!"
It seems that among the two monks, they suddenly clashed with each other, causing onlookers to look at them.
However, after seeing the look of the two people, many of the monks in the city were screaming and screaming.
These two guys are all life-long friendships. They don’t know how many times they have saved the other side on the battlefield, but they have nothing to do with it, and no one is obeying anyone.
Seeing more times, no one is willing to take care of them again, letting the two guys bite each other.
Just when the two people were arguing, the Loucheng monk in charge of law and order suddenly came down and shouted a few words.
"Bone cat, Su Laojiu, you two old guys, the more you live, the more you fall back!"
When I was together, I was so confused. Now that my grandson is so big, how is it still?
The Lord of the City is on the top, or will I lead you two to evaluate?

Faced with a majestic monk of the Holy Dragon City, the two monks did not dare to make a second, and honestly closed their mouths.
The onlookers next to him couldn’t help but sneak a secret laugh. It’s rare to see these two old guys eating, and obviously they are also very important.
This is responsible for the public security monk is not someone else, it was the Xiaorui from the black rock building city, now a body has been broken through the realm of law, as the security commander of the game.
The bone cat and Su Laojiu are both old residents of Shenglongcheng, and even older than Xiaorui’s qualifications.
However, Xiao Rui’s duties at this time are in the body. If the two continue to be arrogant, they will be thrown into the underground prison.
Such a big event, tolerating them both, even the old residents are not good.
The bone cats knew the size, and after being scolded by Xiao Rui, they immediately closed their mouths.
Although they died together on the battlefield, they often drink together in private, but in this occasion, when they really can't let go.
If it really provokes Tang Zhen to be angry, the consequences are unimaginable. If he is not allowed, he will be thrown into the underground prison. When he thinks of it, he will have a day of prison release.
Although they no longer quarrel, the two still cheered loudly for their grandchildren, hoping that they would get good results and give themselves a sigh of relief.
In the arena, the killing is getting more and more fierce.
Although a small number of young monks were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of monsters, they soon recovered and a head monster was killed in succession.
There are corpses all over the place, and a red eye in the eye, the figure standing in the body of the monster, now has a hint of suffocation.
They are like a soldier who has been carefully forged. At this moment, the flesh of the monster is used as a sharpening stone, revealing a sharp edge.
The audience around the scene saw that they couldn’t help but loudly, even if these young monks could not hear it, they still could not stop the enthusiasm of these audiences.
The first monsters were killed, the bodies disappeared invisibly, and then new monsters appeared, once again swarming toward the young monks.
The blood on the sword was not dry, and the new battle began again. Compared with the initial panic, the young monks have become more and more calm at this time.
As time goes by, the gap between the young monks begins to appear, and some are still dealing with the second-level monsters, while others have been strangled with the three-level monsters.
The juvenile monks who are eye-catching have also received more attention, and the size of the grid in which they are located has increased accordingly.
At this time, hundreds of grids are particularly conspicuous, which are the most concerned players.
The monks in these plaids have men and women, and their races are different, but they have one thing in common, that is, they are more comfortable when dealing with monsters.
It seems that those sly monsters are in their eyes, they are chickens and ducks that are kneading at random. Even if they seem to be in crisis, they are basically shocked.
The blood of the audience next to it is boiling, and it is constantly screaming and screaming.
With a little bit of eyesight, it can be seen that these young monks are constantly improving. At this time, they are quite a bit of iron and blood, and they are more similar to the real masters of the city.
Unconsciously, the level of monsters continues to increase, and some monsters are infinitely close to the lord level.
These juvenile monks are under the lord's strength. Although they have strong talents, the lord-level creatures have undergone qualitative changes, and they are definitely not able to cope with talent alone.
Even so, the juvenile monks still support their teeth and will never admit defeat.
Looking at the scenes of the young monks who are bruised and bruised, but still struggling to support, no matter the audience on the scene or the people watching the live broadcast, they can't help but be moved.
I have seen these young monks in the past, and I still feel that they are still young and not enough to take on the heavy responsibility.
However, looking at it at this time, it is awe-inspiring and admirable.
The aspirations are not high in the years, and there is no ambition to live for a hundred years. This group of young monks have proved with practical actions that they are not relying on the ancestors' shady, invisible embroidered pillows.
With this generation of young elites, the Shenglong Theater is in the three thousand theaters, and He Wei has no famous day!