Enter the single-player dungeon.

A majestic city gate appeared in front of him, there were a lot of comings and goings, these people were all dressed strangely, all of them were ancient costumes, Nie Yang looked up and saw three words written on the city gate.

"Chang'an City?"

What?

Am I crossing?

Lying grass.,This style of painting is wrong.,Playing and playing the game through.,What kind of novel is this?,Divide the wrong area.。

Calm down, this is the game, there are ancient copies in the game.... It's weird, isn't it?

Obviously, the traditional west wind game is not good, the mage priest or something is the west wind, and an ancient game makes trouble.

However, seeing that he could still log out, Nie Yang was relieved, he didn't want to cross inexplicably.

Stepping into Chang'an, the legendary Tang Dynasty is indeed true.

Chang'an Avenue is even narrow and sloping, and the green cow and white horse are seven incense cars.

The jade chariot crossed the main house, and the golden whip flocked to the Hou family.

The dragon title covers the sunrise, and the phoenix spits tassels with the sunset.

Hundred-foot gossamer scrambles around the tree, and a group of delicate birds cry together.

On the side of the thousand doors of the swimming bee and butterfly, the green tree and the silver platform are of ten thousand colors.

The double road crosses the window as a acacia, and the double que is even hanging phoenix wings.

Hundreds of thousands of houses are like a game of Go, and the 12th street is like a vegetable garden.

Distant recognition slightly into the morning fire, a star five doors west.

"The emperor set up a ring to compete in martial arts to recruit monks to take the Western scriptures, let's go and see it."

Nie Yang was stunned, anyway, he didn't know what this copy wanted him to do, and when he saw so many people going to see the ring, he followed.

Wait, that person just said that the warrior monk took the Western Scriptures?

Nie Yang covered his aching forehead and muttered to himself, "I should have heard it wrong." ”

Please, tell me, did you hear it wrong?

Following everyone over, I saw that on the nine-fold high platform, the monks were fighting in the ring, it looked like a big melee, and from time to time there were monks joining the battle circle, and there were people cheering in the audience.

On the high platform, I saw a man in a dragon robe, surrounded by a group of soldiers, and hundreds of officials standing beside him.

As the so-called martial arts in the world come out of Shaolin, the monks in the ring are really full of eighteen kinds of martial arts, sticks, Buddhist knives, and those holding Zen staffs.

Among them, three of them are the most powerful, one is nine feet tall, almost as tall as the three of them combined, with muscles all over his body, a beard and a full face, thick eyebrows and protruding eyes, eyes as big as a cow, arms thicker than his three thighs, and bronzed skin all over his body, which looks like a gigantic Lu Zhishen.

said that this product was a monk, Nie Yang didn't believe it, if it wasn't for a bald head, he thought that he didn't know where to run out of the boss.

The monk is particularly fierce, he holds the monk with one hand and throws it, a punch can seriously injure people, and he can tear people in half with his bare hands.

"This can't be Tang Seng, right?"

Nie Yang shook his head and drove this terrible opposite out.

The second one is a bit like a monk, dressed in Buddha clothes, looking a bit like the abbot's clothes on TV, the Buddha's light protects the body, just standing here, I didn't see how to shoot, a sentence of "Ani Buddha Buddha", and I didn't see how to do it, all the people who approached fell off the ring one by one, and a Buddha statue could be vaguely seen behind him.

At this time, a person next to him exclaimed: "Could this be the Divine Palm that has been lost in the rivers and lakes for many years!" ”

What is this dungeon doing, and then playing rivers and lakes after crossing?

The third strong one.... Don't say it's a monk, it's not a human at all, okay?

The whole body is bright gold, not so much like an arhat in the temple, but more like Iron Man, his eyes can shoot lasers, and his fists can fly out.

There was an Iron Man in the ancient costume Tang Dynasty, and the painting style is wrong!

The corners of Nie Yang's mouth twitched and said, "The rules for participating in the competition won't be just bald, right?" ”

If you say that the quest requirement is for him to come to the joust?

That's absolutely impossible.

Aren't all humans on stage?

Boom, boom, boom

Just as he was thinking about how the copy would unfold next, he heard the sound of the earth shaking.

Earthquake?

I saw a huge black shadow, at an immeasurable speed, rushing forward, jumping in front of the crowd wall, flying over everyone's heads like an eagle.... It is more correct to say that it is not so much a Gathering Eagle as a humanoid missile.

I saw the figure fly over everyone's heads at an astonishing speed, and crashed into the ring with a terrifying momentum.

Rumble!

The sky and the earth are roaring, a huge wave of air is blowing in all directions, the void is shaking, the bracket of the ring is a little unsupportable, constantly screaming, the monks above are falling like a torrential rain, spitting blood one by one, they are not thrown down by the collision object, they are only swept away by the frontal impact storm, and they are injured by the impact shock.

After the storm, Nie Yang saw what the humanoid missile flying up was.

He is eight feet tall, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, skin as white as jade, a body of muscles that want to burst the monk's robe, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a tiger's back.

"Are you Long Aotian or Li Goudan!"

In fact, this monk's painting style is so weird, the head and body do not match at all, the head is the head of a handsome monk, it looks like a very gentle person, just looking at his face, there is a sense of serenity and peace.

But his body is full of muscles, and he is simply the embodiment of a killing machine.

The monk hit him like this, but he shocked the audience, and even the emperor was frightened, and the soldiers surrounded him, looking like he wanted to escort him.

In the ring, the only ones who could withstand the impact storm were the three non-humans.

"Kill!"

The three of them glanced at each other, and they all rushed towards the egg-shaped monk Li.

Iron Man sent a laser, Lu Zhishen punched, the abbot rose to the sky, only to see Li Goudan's hard top Iron Man's output, slapped out with one palm, Lu Zhishen could tear other people's hands with his bare hands, in Li Goudan's hands, like an egg was fragile, and he slapped it with one palm.

Lu Zhishen loaded on Iron Man and flew out like a rocket launcher, flying out of hundreds of meters and smashing five houses before stopping, anyway, Nie Yang felt that as long as he was a living person, it was impossible to survive.

The abbot who rose to the sky turned around and fell, his whole body was wrapped in flames, his palm stretched out, turning into a huge golden palm, and the palm of his hand also carried the Sanskrit word "swastika", and the momentum was pressed down, even if it was not the center of the palm falling, it felt like Mount Tai was pressing on the top, I am afraid that the pressure on Li Goudan would only be greater, and there was even a pressure on the earth.

I didn't see any pressure on Li Goudan, but the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he slapped at the sky.

Rumble!

The high platform couldn't withstand the pressure and collapsed, and a terrifying roar erupted in the sky, as if a missile exploded overhead, the golden light bloomed like fireworks, and the abbot flew down into Chang'an City like a meteor.

Someone chased after him, and saw that the abbot's limbs were twisted in a strange direction, his whole body was charred, and blood was spitting out of his mouth, black and red mixed together, and it was very miserable.

The civil and military officials were so frightened that they fainted, and some of them came out directly, and the emperor trembled like a frightened kitten, hiding behind the dragon chair, and the soldiers did not dare to point their weapons at him.

The emperor trembled and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Li Goudan clasped his hands together and said: "In Xiafaming, the head of the family will be handed down, and Tang San will be buried." ”

Bite! The mission prompt sounds.