Meng Qi took the lead and rushed to the second floor of the tower.
Mr. Feiyu followed closely behind.
Behind him were a dozen or so players.
Moya and Suli followed at the back, where it was safest.
After all, in a game where warriors, mages, and priests are the three main professions, the healing profession is quite important. If the output profession dies, then it dies, and at most the rhythm will be slowed down. If the tank profession dies, there are still off-tanks and healers who can revive the battle. If the healer dies, then unless something unexpected happens, you can only fight again.
Although the player's profession combination in "Cangxia Wendao" is not so rigid, and the number of encounters can be greatly reduced through appropriate positioning and strategies, the healing profession can greatly increase the tolerance for errors.
"Look, this monk has really recovered."
"Is this strange? Why do I feel like he can communicate...why not? Give it a try?"
"Beat him half to death first, then we can still communicate!" Ye Ao said.
The players crowded into the second-floor hall, but Moya was stuck at the door, afraid it would suddenly close and trap them. After all, Moya had only a few battles under his belt, so he was a bit nervous in such a situation.
In comparison, the heart of the durian pear is much larger.
Although her cultivation was not very good, she still rushed to the front and looked at the monk in front of her curiously.
"Brother Meng, let's just fight?"
"Can."
Meng Qi mobilized his Qi and blood, causing his sturdy body to swell dramatically. A faint metallic sheen even appeared on his surface. After gathering strength, Meng Qi shouted loudly, charging forward, leaping into the air and delivering a flying kick to the monk's back.
In a flash, there was a loud bang.
This monk was like an open book, which was closed by Meng Qi's kick!
The monk, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation like a dancer, had his entire upper body kicked to the ground, and his waist was folded together in an extremely unscientific posture!
"Bang!"
This is the sound of the monk's body touching the ground.
Meng Qi's kick hit the target, and he used the force to bounce back to a place just one step away.
Behind him, the players' cheers could be heard.
Meng Qi felt something was not right, so he raised his hand and stopped the players.
"I feel like this boss isn't injured. Be careful..."
His kick did not provide any force feedback on anything solid. Instead, it felt like hitting a boxing speed ball, with most of the force being eliminated!
Sure enough, the monk who was beaten into a folded lasagna suddenly shook, and then bounced like an inflatable dummy blown by a blower.
This bullet made the players' hearts bounce as well.
After a few seconds, the monk suddenly jumped up and returned to the posture of sitting cross-legged with his back to the meditation position.
Meng Qi took a step back.
The other players took five steps back.
Mo Ya stood at the door without moving a step!
"Greetings to all donors."
A quite normal voice, like that of an ordinary person speaking, came from the direction of the monk.
"What is the monk saying?"
"I'm not coming."
"You mean to say hello to us?"
"Yes, the tanyue he mentioned means donor."
"Something's wrong. After getting kicked by Brother Meng, how can he still say hello to us?"
"Another one said that after getting slapped, you should turn your other cheek and get slapped again!"
The players whispered to each other.
But suddenly, the monk's head turned 180 degrees! His face was facing the players! On his face was a piece of yellowed paper, with some messy symbols drawn on it in black handwriting.
Meng Qi took another step back.
The rest of the players were frightened to the door by someone's sudden scream.
"Greetings to all donors!"
"It's time to activate the boss, let's get started!" Meng Qi waved his hand and took a defensive posture.
But he surprisingly didn't hear any response.
Looking back, he saw his teammates already crowded at the door, looking at him from afar.
Although it was only a dozen or twenty steps away, Meng Qi began to feel a little nervous when he saw this.
"Damn it, why are you hiding behind me?"
Most players condensed Qingxia Arrows in their hands to show their identity as long-range output professions.
The remaining players either had other long-range output methods, or stayed in the crowd without saying a word. One player even took out a bow of mediocre quality.
"Ye Ao, aren't you good at close combat?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Ao also rubbed out a small green flame fireball in his hand.
"Fuck!"
Meng Qi didn't have time to talk to other players, so he could only turn around and stare at the monk.
After the monk spoke, he remained motionless.
"Feiyu, what will he do next?"
"Last time he jumped right into my face." Mr. Feiyu shouted from a distance.
Meng Qi looked at the motionless monk, his heart hardened, and he shouted, "Hit him directly!"
After shouting, Meng Qi accumulated spiritual energy in one fist, and suddenly threw out a jab, sending out a punch of force!
The force of the fist landed on the monk's body like a stone hitting the mud, creating a hole, but the hole was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, the players also used a series of long-range skills.
With the players' current cultivation level, a simple long-range spell could easily knock down a wall. With a little more power, demolishing a house would also be no problem.
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