The Illusion Trial seems to be a limited space, but in fact, it is an endless fog when it enters.

There was only a bonfire burning at his feet, and seven stacks of firewood were neatly stacked on the side. Each stack of firewood can be burned for a day, and in this foggy space where you can't see the surrounding area at all, the time can be estimated based on the number of stacks.

Shen Fei patted the fat tiger's buttocks and asked it to look at the fog around him, but the fat tiger lay lazily next to the fire, swept his ass with his tail and said: "Don't look at it, this is an illusion, the illusion is infinitely distant, you can't see the end, I advise you not to bother looking for it, take a good rest." As for the Phantom Realm, it's just an ordinary cave. ”

Shen Fei watched the height of the burning flame gradually decrease, just like a child who was arrogantly selling his newly bought toy in front of other children, and the next second the toy fell to pieces, lowered his head and was uncomfortable, and his breath weakened.

After adding a piece of firewood, the flames jumped again, and all Shen Fei could do now was wait.

In the Trials of Illusion, even the chat system is completely blocked, and it is impossible to find someone to talk to.

There are six pieces of firewood in a stack, stacked in three layers in a pyramidal fashion.

Not long after Shen Fei threw in the firewood, he suddenly felt that the fog in the illusion was gradually thinning, and his vision was gradually expanding, but he also heard a trace of wind in the quiet space.

"It's kind of a fun."

From the perspective of assessment, this kind of anxious waiting can best temper the state of mind of the warrior monk. A strong warrior monk must be both strong in mood and strength, and only the strength of state of mind or strength cannot be regarded as truly strong. Of course, the player's mode of upgrading and exploding the skill book to become stronger is not under discussion.

There is no such thing as an upgrade for the indigenous NPCs in the game, and if you want to become stronger, you have to work hard, and if you work hard, you may not have results.

But for the player, hard work can become stronger, this is an identity.

If you want to promote an inner disciple to an elite disciple, you need to think from the perspective of an NPC.

Patience, this is the first point that Shen Fei realized.

Except for the three times when the monster appears in a day, the rest of the time can only be in the fantasy space. Surrounded by an endless fog, it is a great test of one's heart. Just the thought of staying in this space for 7 days made Shen Fei feel a sense of regret and despair.

The treacherous illusion requires constant vigilance and vigilance, but it is completely unnecessary for Shen Fei.

There was a "fake" god lying beside him, if he didn't have this vigilance, Shen Fei could hurt the fat tiger to shame.

It's like a super team that is considered a champion and suddenly loses in the quarterfinals to a third-rate team that intends to travel, and there is no excuse to explain it except for the dish.

The fat tiger naturally does not allow this situation to happen, which is a matter of the dignity of the tiger and the dignity of the gods.

Shen Fei lay on the ground and kicked the fat tiger's fleshy ass with his foot, and the fat ass drove most of his body to tremble.

_(:3 」∠)_

"Fat Tiger, aren't you bored?"

The flames did not weaken at all, and after only a few minutes, Shen Fei suddenly felt that it was a mistake for him to rush in, and he should use his identity as a Supreme Elder to give these inner disciples the green light. If you want to challenge, you can sign up, and then come to two waves a month, directly use the question sea tactics, and you can also pour fifty elite disciples out, right?

Why risk your own life and try it yourself?

Before this monster attack arrived, Shen Fei was already sleepy.

The fat tiger sat up cross-legged, opened the invisible pocket on his belly, took out a good-looking pickled deer leg and nibbled on it.

Anyway, for Fat Tiger, the life of sleeping, eating, and sleeping is boundless, so that he will not feel bored.

"Do you look like a boring tiger?"

One sentence made Shen Fei speechless, this guy regards eating and being lazy as his life's ambition, and he wishes he could be lazy for ten days and half a month.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the mist, making Shen Fei shiver.

Fat Tiger took the deer's leg and pointed into the distance: "The first wave of attacks is coming, but it's not much, there are ten monsters approaching in all directions." "Fat Tiger is like a tiger-shaped radar, constantly reporting to Shen Fei.

When Shen Fei vaguely saw these monsters from the mist, they were already within fifty meters.

Originally, Shen Fei thought that the little monster representing lust would definitely be projected with the image of lust in his mind, such as a young lady in a bikini, or a healthy girl naked in a celestial bath, or a middle school student wearing dead reservoir water, only a pink** cat-eared lady and the like, but unfortunately none of Shen Fei's imagination was there.

A mass of indescribable gray gas is like a marshmallow in constant motion inside, and it is like a clump of aquatic plants that have gathered together, and many strange things extend out of the clump.

You're telling me this thing is called lust?

I didn't believe it when I killed Shen Fei.

As for the feeling of being beaten, it's gone.

"Fat Tiger, get up and get to work."

The fat tiger opened his pocket, stuffed back the half-eaten pickled deer legs, patted the tiger's claws, shook all the meat crumbs that fell in the palm of his hand, and sucked all his tongue clean: "What, don't you want to be beaten?" ”

The level of these monsters surprised Shen Fei, he originally thought that the level would be very high, but he didn't expect that the first wave of monsters would be level 20 like him.

A poisonous snake nail stabbed it, and these air mass things did not speed up, and continued to maintain a fixed speed and slowly approached the encirclement.

The fat tiger was not in a hurry, took out a file and sharpened his nails, then blew on his finger shavings, and when these air masses approached, a tiger roar and the air were trembling.

After the shock, these air masses spun in place a few times, and all the breath seemed to be quicksand, and all of them seemed to be sprinkled on the ground as if they were out of control, disappearing into nothingness.

Without any superfluous movements, the first wave of monsters were all shocked to death by the fat tiger's throat.

Don't doubt it, that's the strength of a boss-level pet. Even if you don't use mana, the Fat Tiger's own jumping, tiger roaring, and acceleration skills can cause a lot of damage to the mob.

The difficulty of the first wave of mobs is not low, after all, it is ten mobs of the same level as themselves, on the premise of avoiding contact, they must be quickly broken one by one, and there are certain requirements for attack power and body style, otherwise they will be surrounded in the middle, and it will be difficult to break through.

Write down his feelings and experiences in a small notebook, and then Shen Fei fell into boredom again.

The end of the first wave of mobs means that for the next few hours, he will be stuck in a cycle of boredom-boredom-boredom.

The warrior monk can still meditate, but he is a hunter, meditating on a hammer!

The fat tiger continued to take out its deer leg and began to gnaw, looking at the background of its back to protect the food, Shen Fei fell into deep thought......