Vol 22 Chapter 478: Strange monk

At the same time that the duo was killed, I had already caught up with the previous team. There were more people than there. At first there was only one person in the square. Later, the one I didn't care about was a duo, but there were four people here, which doubled me directly. Moreover, what puzzles me most is that there is actually a foreign monk among these four people.
The monk profession is not uncommon, especially in Asia. Basically every country has it, and adhering to the consistent style of "Zero", the monk profession also has many branches. Among them, there are not many genuine monks in China. It is probably because of martial arts culture. After the monks in China are basically level enough, they will be transferred to become monks, and monks should actually be regarded as dual martial arts. This kind of profession, the melee ability is quite sturdy, but also comes with a lot of field control skills, more fierce than the barbarians in Europe.
Of course, due to the dominance of Buddhism in Asia, in addition to China, there are also monks in nearby Asian countries. Thailand, India, Japan and other countries have many such professionals, and their monks are also divided into Lots of classification.
However, the monk among the four people in front of him looks quite different, because this guy is not Asian, but a white man, a foreign monk wearing a monk robe with nine scars on his head.
"Strange! Isn't Europe's territory over Ye Ge? How did you get a white monk?" I was muttering there, but I saw the monk suddenly holding his left hand and then holding his right hand under the left hand, grabbing and holding it. Pull the ground outward. He even pulled a two-meter-long zen stick from under his left hand, and he didn't wait for me to react to such a big thing he pulled from. He actually waved directly into the crowd and smashed. We were guild. The siege forces were smashed into pieces in an instant. "I rely, this guy is still a monk?"
Although monks are almost all professional Asian countries, the problem is that it seems that only monks in China are the only ones who do. The branches of monks from other countries are basically dominated by mana attacks. Melees are generally auxiliary capabilities, and the only real branch of monks that really relies on body skills is China. This monk's fighting style is clearly a monk's special skill, and this guy can mix into a monk profession as a white person, which is really good enough.
Seeing that the guy rushed down the siege forces of our guild. Of course I can't watch it beside me. He warned that I was going to dive straight after I cut in. The following guards of the guild immediately retreated from the distance after being ordered by the of war.
"Ah ..." The monk wielding the Zen stick moved wide and hit the guard with a single blow, and Leng Buding suddenly found that there were more people in front of him, so he directly smashed it without looking at the Zen stick, Just when he thought he could hit it like before. But I felt a different feeling from my hand.
"The strength is not small." Hold the top ring of the zen stick with one hand. Looking at the white monk in front of him. I said deliberately.
"Zi Ri?"
"You still know me, thank you." I let go of that guy's zen stick, and asked, "How about it? Should you surrender yourself or let me beat you down?"
"Ha ha ha ha, you are really arrogant enough." The guy laughed and forced the Zen stick to the ground. When the tail of a Zen stick was inserted into the ground an inch deep, it stood there.
My eyelids looked at the guy's zen stick and said, "You and his grandpa's attention, this is my city, but you have to pay double damage for the public property."
"If you have the ability, let me do whatever you want. Don't talk nonsense if you don't have the ability."
"I'm relying on, how come there are so many buns!" I shook my head helplessly, and then said, "Since this is the case, then I will not be polite with you." I said suddenly and rushed forward.
Although the guy said more arrogantly, few people who knew me really didn't take me seriously. The stinginess in the mouth is not to lose the momentum, not that these people really think that I am a soft persimmon. The game has been in operation for so long, and there are not a thousand or eight hundred masters who have been killed by me. If these people really treat me as a soft persimmon, then he definitely has a problem in his head.
Because he was always on guard for my movements, this guy reacted as quickly as possible when I rushed up, he just sideways let me run away from the frontal collision, and then punched me Shoulder, but I suddenly turned around with one foot as the fulcrum after rushing through the position he just stood, not only avoiding his fist, but also wrapped around his back, directly holding his shoulder and thinking Pressing it down, unfortunately, this guy has very strong strength, and actually stiffly supported my downward force. A bowed body slipped away from my hands, and then quickly jumped away a few small jumps and turned back and beckoned. The stick of the zen stick beside me even flew over by myself.
When I saw the zen stick flying out, I also responded quickly. I reached out and held the end of the zen stick, and then pulled it back hard, but what I didn't expect was that I didn't pull the thing back. Instead, I was Bring it up ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The whole person followed the Zen stick and flew to the monk over there.
"I rely on it!" Feeling the tremendous power in my hand, I simply threw myself forward in front of the homeopathic arm, and reached the monk one step before, stepping on his chest with both feet and kicking it backwards. The company took a few steps back.
Because the guy made a sudden move, his scepter did not have the ability to track it, and plunged into the ground next to where he had just stood, while the guy himself stumbled. His weapon has special attributes, has irresistible characteristics during the movement, and is amazingly powerful, so he knows that I must not be able to stop the thing and return to his hands, but he did not expect that I could not stop the scepter. Kick him away, as long as the two of them don't touch each other, the effect is the same.
The monk just drew a little bit of effort and I rushed up again, a bounce of the blade and claw in my hand popped out, and the claw was cut towards his neck, and the guy hurried back and leaned forward. A flying shovel, when I saw this situation, I jumped forward along his strength, and turned over from him, and the result was that the two people changed positions, but no one could help.
"Yes, my skills are good. It seems I need to be more serious." After I stood still, I turned and looked at the monk and said. (To be continued ...)