Job Transfer For All People: Taoist Priests Can't Do It?

"Assassin department, professional assassin, Fu Lesheng."

The referee gave the order to start.

Assassin Fu Lesheng was the first to enter the stealth state.

Luo Chuan's expression froze, as if he couldn't see him.

In fact, under the effect of the murderous domain, a shadow sneaked around and moved to the left of Luo Chuan.

This assassin is not mediocre. Most people hold swords with their right hands, and the left side is even less likely to be attacked.

Generally, swordsmen use skills such as sword radiance against assassins to force the assassin out of the stealth state, and the rest is time to compete with melee skills and their own attribute skills.

Holding the sword in his right hand, Luo Chuan deliberately slashed in the direction the assassin was heading after he disappeared.

"Look, look, haha, it's right to bet on the assassin, he can't see."

"Sure enough, although Luo Chuan is powerful, he can't see through invisibility."

"Hey, if I knew it earlier, I would have gone all-in on the assassin."

There was a lot of regret in the stands, as if everyone missed 100 million yuan.

After the assassin found out that Luo Chuan had made a few slashes, he became more courageous and went around behind Luo Chuan.

Jumping up, the backstab skill was activated, and the double daggers stabbed at the back of Luo Chuan's head from another world.

There was an exclamation in the stands, everyone seemed to have seen that the first meeting and Luo Chuan fell into a disadvantage.

The sword that Luo Chuan swung indiscriminately hit the assassin's double daggers at this moment.

Clank, the weapons collided together.

Assassins also exit stealth.

Luo Chuan's reaction speed was extremely fast, and he kicked him out with one kick. He could have flew out of the ring with one kick.

The assassin who fell to the ground, coughed violently a few times, and quickly entered stealth again.

This time, the assassin Fu Lesheng paid attention to the trajectory of Luo Chuan's hacking.

close again.

Luo Chuan's performance can't be too fake, Zidian lightning strikes a group attack, and the output of spiritual power is only 300 points.

Crackling thunder and lightning fell.

The assassin was agile and quickly exited out of the range of his skills.

The corners of the juniors in the stands couldn't help twitching, but they didn't dare to smile, for fear of being discovered.

Back then they saw with their own eyes that Luo Chuan's purple lightning strike skill covered a radius of several kilometers, not to mention an assassin, even the students present would probably die.

Even if it took up to 8 minutes of preparation time, who would know if Luo Chuan cast a spell secretly?

When everyone saw the condensed purple thunder in the sky, it would be too late to run, and they couldn't escape within a few kilometers.

Because everyone who saw Luo Chuan in the junior year was given a double gag order, and they all suppressed their laughter, and no one said anything.

One of the double passwords was issued by Shao Wei in the name of the school after learning about it.

The other is the non-disclosure agreement signed by the military for them.

Seeing that the group attack skills had ended, the assassin approached Luo Chuan again.

Luo Chuan, who was wandering around, found a stone, knocking on it, looking for the assassin blindly.

Turn to the back of the stone, just facing away from the assassin again.

The backstab was launched again, jumping up to maximize the attack power, it was still the back of Luo Chuan's head.

Luo Chuan happened to be swung with a sword, turning it around his head.

Dang, one of the assassin's daggers was swung away by the long sword.

The assassin who had withdrawn from stealth was already on the top, but he still wanted to stab down with a dagger in both hands.

Luo Chuan, who seemed to be taken aback, squatted down subconsciously, as if he still didn't notice the assassin behind him.

The students in the stands even started to cheer.

"My mother, if you win this, you can blow it for the rest of your life, right?"

"No, Luo Chuan is someone who can brag about how many generations of a family he has broken through to the 270th floor."

"Haha, I won, I won. Luo Chuan, who is at level 200, won't be able to take it anymore. At least half of his blood will be lost, right?"

"Yes, yes, two more times, and the money will be in hand. I bet 12 crystals."

When everyone feels stable.

Luo Chuan suddenly seemed to be tripped by himself, and swung his long sword.

It presents the posture of an ancient maid dancing sword, squatting down and swinging her sword.

The long sword was aimed right at the assassin's lower body.

At this time, Fu Lesheng was in the air, unable to change his moves, and suddenly saw Luo Chuan's face turned around, feeling strange for a moment, at worst, he would disfigure him first.

prick!

"Stab..."

The long sword pierced Fu Lesheng's pants first, and blood spurted out.

Fu Lesheng, who was holding a dagger, was deflected by the long sword and fell to the ground.

The spectators who just covered their mouths dropped their jaws to the ground in surprise.

"This is so fake, isn't it lucky?"

"Twice, it happened to touch the dagger."

"Look at the seriousness of his chopping, otherwise I thought it was real and fake."

"The assassin can't be seen on the cliff, but it's just luck."

"I know what the hell, Luo Chuan ate magpie feces, and his luck spread out."

Everyone, including the referee, was shocked, and couldn't believe that such a coincidence happened in the ring.

And twice in a row.

Fu Lesheng on the ground also recovered from the shock, feeling a sharp pain below.

"Ah, help..."

People who are all recalling what happened to the battle just now, how can they have the time to talk to him.

"Referee, help..."

Only at this time did the nanny stationed in the ring react.

Go forward and check for injuries.

At first glance, it still fell...

"Damn, can Luo Chuan catch it for me, I'll connect him..."

The nanny is a girl, so I really can't do it.

Luo Chuan turned his head and walked in another direction, pretending he didn't hear him.

The girl's nanny didn't blame him, she looked at the referee.

The referee said unluckily...

I was the only one present, so I couldn't do without going, and I had to wash my hands well after a while.

After connecting it, Fu Lesheng actually started to pretend to be unconscious.

It doesn't matter what the wet nurse girl calls her.

The referee, who was unhappy at first, reprimanded: "Hurry up, it's just a small injury, and it's all healed now."

Fu Lesheng on the ground was unmoved, hoping that there would be a stretcher to carry him down, so that it would not be so embarrassing.

The referee suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He lowered his head and said to Fu Lesheng, "Why don't you get up and take a look, what if I shorten it for you?"

Fu Lesheng immediately jumped up and looked at the wound.

After looking carefully for a long time, I finally let out a breath.

The male and female audience in the stands couldn't help laughing.

Because the pants were torn early, he could only lower his head and move down the ring with his legs between his legs.

The assassin failed, but it seemed like bad luck again.

After all, Luo Chuan is also a person who has cast a bronze statue. The allure of winning such a person is like a dog seeing shit for the current college students.

At this moment, a female swordsman, wearing exposed armor and revealing her flesh, came over.

"Can I challenge first?"

Yuan Zhengqing in the audience looked at Luo Chuan, meaning what to do, do you know him?

Luo Chuan has always wondered what kind of defense he can have wearing this kind of armor? All the vital parts are exposed, and some 'important' parts are blocked?

I learned on the Internet that this attire corresponds to the temptation of a uniform, which is called armor temptation...

The female armored swordsman looked at Luo Chuan: "Do you dare?"

Luo Chuan didn't even look at her again, but nodded to Yuan Zhengqing.

The armored female swordsman seemed to feel the insult, and jumped onto the stage with a frosty face.