The Bald Monk in the City

? "You passed the second level test of the ancient contract: the decadent order, you contributed a point for your camp."

"The total score of your current camp is: 7."

"You have entered the final test: weigh the balance."

Following the prompt information refreshed on the retina, Yi Qiu broke away from the temples that were all over the wreckage.

And the new scene that appeared in front of him was a passage that was quite spacious for his size, and on both sides of the passage was invisible darkness and chaos.

The entire passage is covered with some kind of black and white pattern. If it is a player who is proficient in ancient carving art, it may be able to get some enlightenment from this pattern.

For Yi Qiu, those are just some strange modifications.

There was a certain coldness in the entire passage, like freezing ice.

Looking around, Yi Qiu saw the end of the passage:

Another platform corresponding to the area he was standing on was empty.

A wide hanging passage connects the two, and in the middle, there is a huge spike that is as sharp as a blade.

Based on the prompt information on the retina and Yi Qiu's observation, he roughly understood that he was standing on some kind of huge building resembling a scale.

However, when Yi Qiu's gaze penetrated the platform he was currently on, he did not see the building used to hold weights.

Maybe they are the weight?

Yi Qiu touched his bald head. Not far from his right, two players were sitting there bored. It seemed that they came here earlier than Yi Qiu.

"It's rare to see a master of cultivation like you. I have dealt with the Master of Dazzling Fang-Hangzang in the Tiger Temple, but I still remember it."

"I am the Wind Whisperer Chika, an supplicant, following the will of the great Anazera..."

After noticing Yi Qiu's gaze, the younger of the two greeted Yi Qiu kindly.

His clothes are not very unique, and his face and temperament are not so eye-catching among many comprehensive network players.

The only thing that makes people feel more impressive is perhaps his long, emerald green hair without wind—it seems that he has a constant airflow magic effect on it?

Of course, Yi Qiu's gaze did not stay on his surface, after touching more and more strange things.

Yi Qiu found that the appearance of the body did not explain much for the things he was facing now.

Only the deep essence lurking under the flesh and skin and the light of life shining in the soul determine the true existence of a thing.

Yi Qiu squinted slightly. He saw...a young dragon under the wind whisperer Chika's body?

It was a little different from the dragon species that Yi Qiu used to eat. Its body appeared slender and immature, and its eyes were more prominent and rounder than those of black dragons.

Elf dragon or purple dragon?

Yi Qiu is not very clear, but he also doesn't bother to struggle too much.

So he nodded to the Wind Whisperer Chica, and said:

"Yi Qiu, as you said, a monk."

"Yi Qiu? I've heard your name..."

The older player beside the Wind Whisperer Chika nodded to Yi Qiu, his personal style is more prominent than that of the Wind Whisperer Chika:

I saw that he was carrying a heavy sword that looked quite heavy, and in his left hand was a small portable shield with some short spears inserted occasionally.

He was wearing an equipment similar to a leather windbreaker, and his greasy belt was covered with throwing knives, darts and some kind of short soldiers of the opposite sex.

He held a short sword in his right hand, which looked inconspicuous.

Because there is a small crossbow device mounted on the protective gear of his right hand, a dozen crossbow arrows with gloomy light are inserted in the slot beside it.

"Kunt, the weapon master from the country of Tallinn, hopes to have the honor to fight an opponent like you after the battle is over."

His facial muscles were very stiff and looked like they were dead.

He carried a chilling temperament on his body, it was slaughter and blood, fighting and roaring, it was the instinctive enthusiasm and desire for fighting.

To ordinary people, his tone is like a cold rock, with an unpleasant, even provocative tone.

However, Yi Qiu can feel the kindness he released, and he also appreciates this relatively pure person.

Because there are some intersections with the path he chose: in order to achieve a certain pure purpose, all the spirit and will are given; all the light of life is burned, only for the brilliant fragrance...

Language can be false, experience can be superficial, but that kind of unique and pure will cannot be concealed and deceived.

"my pleasure."

Yi Qiu nodded, he recognized this pure fighter.

Although for Mortal, this is a more frightening existence than the executioner-he does not fight to kill, but is always accompanied by death and blood...

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Although the painting style of the three people seems relatively weak, the communication is fairly smooth.

After chatting about a topic about whether girls like emerald green hair color, Wind Whisperer Chika throws up a new topic:

"Do you think we can win? Kunte?"

Wind Whisperer Chika flirted with her long emerald green hair. Despite the constant airflow spell, he occasionally needed to make corrections manually.

"Which aspect of winning are you referring to? To pass the test of this ancient contract, or to complete the rescue of that terrible top plane, or to kill the legendary void monster?"

Kunte looked at Wind Whisperer Chika with a stiff face. The scorching brilliance in his eyes was like a sharp sword.

Some people think that he is too sharp and will eventually be lost in endless fighting.

He ignored it, and proved his sharpness with his heavy record and head.

"If the sword is not sharp enough, then what is the difference between it and a blunt knife for cutting grass? I am a sword, so I live and die!"-Weapon Master-Omen of Scarlet Fury-Kunte

"Do you need to distinguish so carefully..."

Wind Whisperer Chika's face twitched~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He felt that being the more "normal" of the three, it was indeed a bit stressful.

While thinking like this, he put on his long, emerald green hair without wind:

"Well, what about saving this plane?"

"Do you want to be the savior?"

Kunte glanced at Wind Whisperer Chika, his tone seemed to become a little subtle.

"Of course, that's a cool thing, what do you think, Yi?"

Wind Whisperer Chica shrugged, his power kept him away from the noise and dirt of the world.

This allows him to gain a lot and lose a lot, but no matter what, he won't change because of the tiny dust.

He is the wind, it can be a touching breeze, or it can be the fury that destroys home...