"Gold card..."
Luo Feng looked at the golden star card in his hand, and a look of joy appeared on his delicate face.
As expected of a bald donkey, he is so strong!
He examined Xingka's skills.
The Star Card System lived up to his expectations and perfectly realized the Elder Tang he imagined.
The two forms, Holy Monk and Spear Monk, switching between forms will definitely bring unexpected effects to the opponent.
Elder Tang and Wo Long both came from Zu'an. However, judging from the skill descriptions, although they both learned from Zu'an, their development directions were somewhat different.
Wolong Zhuge's [Zu'an Grandmaster] tends to anger opponents and break their mentality; while Elder Tang's [Zu'an Holy Monk] is designed to deceive opponents and turn enemies into friends.
Different paths lead to the same destination.
[Tang Monk Meat] fits Elder Tang's temperament very well. It can even be said to be a necessary skill for a human shield. It forces the target to attack itself and can protect our C position at critical moments.
Although he himself is a C position.
[Summon Buddha] is an offensive skill in the form of a holy monk, but it can also be understood as a defensive skill. After all, the best defense is offense.
When you attack the opponent, the opponent will be forced to defend and cannot attack us. Wouldn't our defense be perfect...
His Gun Monk form is to repel the enemy, solve the problem from the source, and indirectly protect his teammates.
Compared with Sima Yi, Elder Tang did not have the blood recovery skills like [Water Mushroom Rice] and the defense skills of [Dragon Turtle Armor], but the empress said that star cards synthesized from relics would have a very high basic blood defense.
However, to be cautious, it is best to arrange an assistant who can restore blood to ensure Elder Tang's blood volume.
[Monkey Brother Save Me] is a hard-core limited skill, but the system does not indicate the specific skills of the Monkey King. This is not the first time. It seems that the system is too lazy to design the skills of the summoned objects.
For example, Jiang Wei’s Qilin.
Maybe the system will feel that your background is so gaudy and it would be tiring to help you design the star card skills. You still want me to help you design the skills of the summoned objects?
From the current point of view, [Educate All Living Beings] is a bit useless, better than nothing.
A thought flashed through his mind.
Wow.
The next moment, the light flashed, and the elegant and steady Elder Tang, dressed in cassock, appeared in front of him.
Luo Feng smiled at him and said: "Hello, I am your star card master, my name is Luo Feng."
"Amitabha." Elder Tang clasped his hands and said, "The poor monk is Gatlin Buddha. He believes in the Jedi Buddha and takes the nuclear peace of the world as his own responsibility."
Luo Feng nodded and said: "I know, but I hope you can take care of your teammates while maintaining world nuclear peace. After all, you are also a very good tank."
"What, a tank?!"
call out!
With a flash of light, Sima Yi rushed out. He looked at Luo Feng in disbelief and said, "You...you actually made another tank?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Are you planning to hide me in the snow in the future?"
Luo Feng: "..."
Luo Feng comforted him and said: "No, the main reason is that I want someone to replace you and let you have a rest. Look, isn't Shengya like this too..."
Sima Yi snorted coldly and said: "I am different from Shengya. Shengya wishes you would never summon him in your life."
After his voice fell, he looked at Elder Tang and said somewhat unconvinced: "Why can he replace me?"
"In terms of blood recovery, I have water mushrooms and rice; in terms of defense, I have dragon turtle armor..."
Elder Tang's expression remained calm as he said, "The poor monk can't restore blood and has no defensive skills, but he is good at persuading people with reason."
"Wouldn't it be better to persuade the enemy to put down the butcher's knife and stop attacking through persuasive guidance, nip the problem in the bud, and solve the problem from the source?"
Sima Yi sneered and said: "Only a fool will listen to your temptation. If the other party blocks their hearing and doesn't listen to your barking, what use are you?"
Before Sima Yi finished speaking, he saw the tin staff in Elder Tang's hand suddenly raised.
Tsk.
There was a flash of light, and the shape of the Zen staff suddenly changed, turning into a huge Gatling machine gun. Six black muzzles, faintly flashing with sparks, were pointed at Sima Yi's chest mercilessly.
Elder Tang held Gatling in his hand, with an elegant and easy-going look on his face, and said in a gentle voice: "Now, does the donor understand?"
Sima Yi's eyes widened, and he lowered his head tremblingly, looking at the six dark muzzles, and the hairs all over his body stood up at this moment.
He had no doubt that when this machine gun was fired, it would probably beat him to a pulp in an instant.
Although being beaten can accumulate anger and awaken the skill [Stealing the Country], in the semi-finals, he relied on the blood recovery of [Water Mushroom Rice] and Fireweed to keep himself milked back, so that he could be qualified to continuously accumulate anger.
If there is no blood recovery, killing one of his lives will only save two Wrath Stars.
Therefore, now he is in a panic.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Sima Yi was a little embarrassed. His voice was trembling, and he said, "You... didn't you say that you convince people with reason?"
Elder Tang said seriously: "The poor monk's theory refers to physics."
Sima Yi's scalp was numb and he was trembling, and said: "Zhu... Zhuge village women, there are... people bullying me!"
After saying that, he sneered and said: "Bullying me as a tank is nothing. If you have the ability, go fuck my brother!"
"Just wait, my brother Wolong is so powerful, he will burn you to ashes with a single blow!"
"Wait to die, you..."
At this moment, Wolong's voice sounded.
"Don't panic, old thief Sima, your father Wolong is here too!"
The next moment, there was only a flash of light, and Crouching Dragon Zhuge with a feather fan and turban appeared in the small building.
Wolong Zhuge stared at Elder Tang with a stern look on his face and said, "Who is here? How dare you bark here?!"
He was fanning with one hand and holding the other behind his back.
In the hand behind his back, star energy surged, and a fireball slowly condensed into shape.
However, just when Wolong Zhuge was about to teach Elder Tang a lesson, suddenly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the bright golden symbol on Elder Tang's left shoulder...
"Yellow, gold..."
Wolong Zhuge swallowed his saliva, his smile was slightly bitter, as if he was in a hornet's nest. Who can withstand this? !
Elder Tang looked at Wolong Zhuge, his face full of doubts, and said: "Amitabha, what does the donor want to do when he rubs a fire ball in his palm?"
Wolong Zhuge's heart trembled, and he immediately laughed dryly and said: "No, it's okay, it's just that it's too cold. I'll rub a fireball to warm my hands."
With a thought, the fireball in his hand slowly disappeared.
Sima Yi: "...Wolong, that's it?"
Wolong Zhuge was a little embarrassed, his eyes flickered, and he couldn't beat him again and again, but he couldn't lose face in front of Sima Yi.
So he decided to go all out to save the country. If he couldn't defeat it, he couldn't say he couldn't...
Wolong Zhuge's thoughts moved, and he communicated with Luo Feng through his consciousness, saying: "Who is this? What is his background?"
Luo Feng said: "His name is Elder Tang. He came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty in the past. He rode a white dragon horse and took three pets to the West to learn scriptures..."
In just a few words, he summarized Elder Tang's experience of seeking scriptures.
Wolong Zhuge thought for a moment, then thought about it and said, "May I ask if this is Elder Tang who comes from the east?"
Elder Tang nodded and said, "It's the poor monk."
Wolong Zhuge looked at him innocently and said, "Shouldn't you be riding a white dragon horse? Where is your horse? Why is your horse gone?!"
Elder Tang sighed and said, "It has something to do with you. Back then, I was passing by a place where people and horses were exhausted, and I happened to come across the loquat tree that your father had stayed up late to plant. It was now like a canopy and full of fruits."
"My white dragon horse couldn't hold it back for a while and ate too many loquats and died of exhaustion."
"This is a master." Wolong Zhuge frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and pretended to suddenly realize: "It turns out that was your horse. I buried it, and then set up a monument for it. The monument said Words: Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the sky is full of fragrant grass."
Elder Tang sighed leisurely: "Amitabh, it's your fault. It's the son's fault for not teaching. It's the father's fault. You scolded me. It's my fault."
Wolong Zhuge's eyes narrowed and he murmured: "This familiar formula..."
Elder Tang also looked surprised and said: "This smell seems familiar..."
The next moment, the two of them almost said in unison: "Are you from Zu'an?!"
boom!
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden thunder in the minds of the two people, and the ground was rippled, and both of them fell silent.
The silence lasted for a while. Elder Tang looked at Wolong Zhuge with burning eyes and said, "I graduated from the Department of Flirting. What about you?"
Wolong Zhuge: "I...I am a horse hunter!"
"Alumni!"
The eyes of both of them were shining with tears. Three thousand worlds, a vast sea of people, unexpectedly meeting an old friend in a foreign land, how exciting!
The next moment, Wolong threw away the feather fan, and Elder Tang threw away Gatling, hugging each other and crying.
"Stop talking, let's go and have two drinks together!"
"Haha, okay, have a good drink tonight!"
“…”
After the voice fell, the two of them walked hand in hand towards the kitchen, leaving behind a confused Sima Yi.
The sun shines into the house, dragging his shadow long, making him look extremely lonely.
Looking at the two people's figures gradually going away, Sima Yi felt lost, sighed, and murmured:
"After all, it was me who shouldered everything alone..."
