[Online Game] The Art of Headmaster

Under the setting sun, a few small black dots are diligently carrying water and farming.Song Wen squatted on the ground and weeded the weeds with a very improper attitude. Except for aiming at the reddest and most beautiful flower, headmaster Song squinted his eyes and twirled a circle of petals with his fingers and hung them in his mouth.

Unexpectedly, this task was too sincere, and it took a whole day for nothing to happen. Halfway through, he had to drag Tang Ying to a dark place to mend the state of disguise.

"Brother Zhu." Sect Leader Song was so bored that he caused others to be lazy, "Do you feel bored?"

Xu Zhu stopped his movements, his eyes froze in the air for a moment, and said with a wry smile, "I have learned the elementary planting technique."

"Really?" Song Wenshen glanced suspiciously at his skill panel, "Why don't I have one?" Tang Ying was caught off guard and smashed his head, "You're fishin' again!!!"

Ding Potian also came over, "Brother, you are not kind. I see that you are either trying to persuade the monk to confess his love, or you are playing tricks on Miss Tang." The subtext is that you have nothing serious to do anyway.

Song Wenshen looked upright, as if he had no idea who the scumbag Ding Potian was talking about.

He scratched his ears, and Tang Ying suddenly let out a scream.The three turned their heads in shock, and Zheng Liangxin defended helplessly, "It's not me! It's not me!"

"Monk!" Xu Zhu shouted.

Zheng Liangxin was still waving his hands there, Ding Potian took out a handful of Lianzhu and fired it behind him, a white figure fell down in response.

"Brother, this weapon is not bad." Song Wenshen stared at the Lianju crossbow intently. Bow and arrow weapons are very rare, and this is the first time he has seen this kind of Lianju crossbow.Ding Potian hastily explained that the crossbow was just a mission reward, not a weapon but a prop with a limited number of times.

Only then did Song Wenshen look away in disappointment and see the situation in front of him clearly.With the last ray of sunlight disappearing on the horizon, several white figures quietly appeared in the valley.

"A humanoid monster of level [-]." Xu Zhu put on a pair of leather gloves with fine iron rivets on the joints, which were extremely lethal.He practiced the middle-level palm technique of the Qinshan School, and with a long stroke, he slapped the oncoming white-clothed disciples with a clean and neat posture, killing them with one blow.From Song Wenshen's point of view, it's not that Xu Zhu's martial arts are so exquisite, the middle-level palm technique is just a mid-level middle-level martial art, which is incomparable with his Liuyun swordsmanship, Xu Zhusheng is superior in level.

Humanoid monsters at level 36 are really weak against the people in front of them. Even Song Wenshen, who is the lowest level, is now level 43.He watched Zheng Liangxin, who had regained his senses, easily wiped out the rest of the white-clothed congregation with the magic stick technique.The monk scratched his head to play handsome at Tang Ying, but Miss Tang didn't look at him at all, what's so good about hitting level [-] at level [-]?

"This monster seems to have a scary atmosphere, doesn't it seem like it hasn't been beaten?" Zheng Liangxin smiled, and the word "a little scary" was specially given to Ding Potian who was mentally weak.

Ding Potian glared at him, as if he wanted to say something... After thinking about it, he probably thought it was not easy for the monk to pick up his sister, so he swallowed it reluctantly.

"Attention everyone." Xu Zhu's face darkened.Ten level 25 white-clothed disciples appeared in front of everyone, "This is a wheel battle."

The magic stick technique is a group injury martial art, and the attack range is the fan-shaped area in front of the player. When the number of humanoid monsters increased to twenty and 35 white-clothed disciples, Zheng Liangxin seemed to be struggling. Xu Zhu and Ding Potian kept going. Go forward and clear some fish that slipped through the net.

Soon the number of white-clothed congregants rose to 25. At this time, the level of the humanoid monster had surpassed Song Wenshen, who was the lowest level, and everyone began to feel a little helpless.

"Monk, come here." Tang Ying said suddenly, Zheng Liangxin shouted and jumped over.

"Don't get excited." Song Wenshen turned his head and glanced at the other party. The single dog was obviously in a state of bloodshed, but it was a pity that the other party only had a beautiful woman in front of him and had no time to talk to him.Master Song shrugged and used the Qionghua School sword technique to tickle the monster. In order not to reveal his identity, he even asked Tang Ying to borrow the iron sword in his hand.Xu Zhu next to him couldn't see it, so he stepped forward and knocked down the white-clothed congregation.

Head Song was so moved that he picked up a little red flower.Xu Zhu sighed, "Brother Tang, your lightness kung fu is pretty good, how about this sword technique..."

"I'm scum and I'm proud."

For Song Wenshen's thick skin, he should be exposed to his face and spare no effort to beat him!Tang Ying snorted coldly, and took out a bronze tripod the size of a palm.Wisps of green smoke overflowed from the copper tripod, accompanied by a strange smell of burning vegetation.

Song Wenshen pinched his nose and roared, "Little Cherry, what the hell?"

Tang Ying yelled lightly, and the green smoke in the copper tripod rolled more violently, flowing down the tripod body to the ground. Song Wenshen took a closer look, and found that the green smoke was actually strands of hair-like long worms.Under the terrified eyes of everyone, the long worm twisted and clung to the bodies of the white-clothed congregation.

"This is the green smoke Gu, which can weaken the state." Tang Ying glanced at the crowd, and found that the monk had moved a step to the side without a trace, and kicked the opponent angrily, "What are you doing in a daze? Come on!"

Zheng Liangxin grabbed the baguette and rushed out.

Master Song shook his head, and said coolly, "It's hard to bear the grace of a beauty." After receiving Tang Ying's warning gaze, he rubbed his hands together and said, "Pick a small flower and send it to Gu Mei."

When the sixth wave of humanoid monsters appeared, the monks and his party were clearly at a disadvantage, and even Tang Ying couldn't sit still and joined the melee.Among the four, only Zheng Liangxin has group injury martial arts, and even so, it is useless when facing thirty monsters.The inferior Ding Potian was already relying on elixir to support himself, Tang Ying turned her head and looked at Song Wenshen a few times, with a hint of asking for help in her eyes.But considering that the other party was concealing his identity, he gritted his teeth and held back the call for help.

Song Wenshen casually stuck the little flower in his mouth behind his ear, and sighed, "I can't watch it anymore. Get out of the way, little cherry."

A silver light suddenly appeared, and the Hanlong sword was unsheathed.

"I'm Qingdu Shanshuilang. Tianjiao pays and Shukuang. I once granted coupons for rain and wind, and borrowed moon chapters when I was tired. There are thousands of poems and thousands of cups of wine. I have looked at the king several times. , and put plum blossoms to drunk Luoyang."

In the small valley, the sword light was as bright as lightning, and the dragon's chant was roaring like thunder.The power of top-grade swordsmanship is by no means comparable to that of intermediate-level martial arts. It is a kind of crushing on the ranks. Coupled with the bonus of Hanlong Ruanjian, Song Wenshen directly beat the white-clothed disciples who were nine ranks higher than himself.

"Song Wenshen?" Xu Zhu said in a deep voice, "It's actually you."

Song Wenshen lifted his disguise, and returned to the usual little boy in the gossip edition of the post newspaper. "It's me." He suddenly touched his face, as if he was a little embarrassed, you must know that this kind of situation rarely happens to this guy. "Sorry, it's too late. Half a set of sword moves is too easy to use."

cheap.too cheap.

Tang Ying said dumbly, "I hit this one just now."

"I seem to have hit it too." The monk hurriedly interjected, fearing that it would be too late to change Song Wenshen's prestige of this little boy.

"Probably there is still blood left." Xu Zhu remained expressionless.

"Wait! Aren't you brothers and sisters?" Just as the voice fell, the stick brushed Song Wenshen's nose, and the monk was the first to realize it.Song Wenshen couldn't believe it. Didn't you say that people in love have zero IQ?So what is he relying on?Male instinct?

"I didn't mean to lie to you." Song Wenshen took a step back, "If you have any objections, I don't have to accept this mission."

The monk cursed and dragged him to a duel, but Xu Zhu stopped him loudly. "Master Song, do the task first." Xu Zhu had to compromise at this time, because 35 white-clothed congregants of level [-] had just been refreshed in the valley, and without Song Wenshen, they might be wiped out.

It's a pity that even if Song Wenshen joins, it seems that it can't save the battle.When everyone was desperate, Amu's figure quietly appeared in front of the thatched cottage.

Ding Potian cried out in shock, "Damn, are these NPCs sick? Why did another sneakily pop up?"

"Don't injure friendly troops." Song Wenshen's eyes fell on the face of the saint. He was running out of time and had to find the Huma formula before this task was completed.Such an important thing must be on Amu, his eyes wandered on Amu's pale face and slender body.

"Stinking rogue."

The sound didn't come from Tang Ying, Song Wenshen got a black stick from the monk for no reason.

Amu has a ghostly figure, no one can clearly see how she moves.Song Wenshen could only catch a few white afterimages, and people kept falling wherever she passed.There were blue and purple handprints on the necks of the fallen church members in white clothes, and they should have broken their neck bones in a blow.

Amu didn't have the slightest tendency to dodge, and let the scimitars of the disciples in white fall on him, as if he couldn't feel the pain.Fortunately, she moves very fast, and the scimitars of the white-clothed disciples are often strangled by her before they fall on her body.After killing dozens of people in a row, only three knife marks were left on Ah Mu's white clothes.

Ding Potian heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the blood flowing from Amu's white clothes, his over-stressed nerves relaxed a little, he was a human and not a ghost!

Song Wenshen watched as the rest of the white-clothed congregation surrounded Amu, shouting a strange language, consisting of a few syllables back and forth.He turned around and patted Tang Ying on the shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Tang Ying asked him angrily. She was exhausted and was hiding in the sandwich made by the monk and Song Wenshen, eating a piece of scallion pancake.

"Borrow something."

On the other side, Amu showed a contemptuous smile, which made her look more like an ordinary person.She whispered a syllable, and the moment she raised her hand, her seaweed-like long black hair rose automatically without wind.Several people were terrified by this scene, it seemed that something golden flew out just now.

Amu's stunned expression was hidden in the sudden burst of blood mist, and the white-clothed congregation fell to the ground in a very strange posture, with a terrifying face exposed under the white hood, black and dry, as if they had been drained dry in an instant blood.

The saint dropped her hands, and she bent down to pick up the red lotus golden hairpin that fell on the ground, but unfortunately, there was a pair of hands faster than her.

The author has something to say: Head Song: How is this chapter enough for today?

Monster spawning group of four: None!Absolutely not!You think too much!

Head Song cried and chirped: Why hasn't Miss Gu come here? Could it be that I'm too handsome and capable?