The dark illusion in front of Sun Mo was of a bald man with a ring scar and wearing a cassock. He was obviously a monk, and he was probably at the level of a minor elder.

"This should be a warrior monk!"

Sun Mo speculated that it was because this guy was so strong. He was two meters tall and had muscles all over his body. At first glance, his body was full of explosive power.

In Sun Mo's mind, there are two types of monks, one is the fat-headed, meat-and-wine monk, and the other is the skinny but noble monk with an extraordinary temperament.

This illusion of a warrior monk did not use a weapon, but he was holding a bunch of walnut-sized Buddhist beads, and it looked like some kind of metal product.

If it gets hit, the brains will fly everywhere!

Sun Mo stepped on the Wind King Divine Step, and just as he got out of the way, the prayer beads hit the ground.

boom!

The floor cracked slightly, and some gravel the size of sunflower seeds flew out and hit Sun Mo's face, which was a little painful.

"Aren't monks compassionate? You actually use such a murderous weapon?"

Sun Mo's backhand was a knife.

Eighteen-character order!

Bang bang bang!

The wooden sword struck in succession, and after thirteen blows, it finally hit the chest of the monk's illusion, and a golden page immediately popped out from its head.

"Is this okay?"

Sun Mo was excited and attacked even faster!

An Anhui stood in front of Li Ziqi to protect her. After all, this was the first time to use dark illusion. If something went wrong, it would be over.

But An Xinhui was obviously overly worried.

"These illusions are so realistic, as if they are alive!"

Li Ziqi lamented that, apart from his expressionless face, the monk really had no shortcomings at all. Even if it was an illusion, he exuded a powerful, vast and enlightened aura of Buddha's light.

Sun Mo is on the rise, but his hit rate is average, and his damage to the monk's illusion is almost non-existent. This guy is too tough.

If you hit it with a sandalwood knife, it won't even leave a scar, just like scratching an itch.

Fortunately, the pages kept flying out.

The monk was unconscious, and all he had left was his fighting instinct. Seeing this scene, he suddenly performed a special skill. The beads in his hand spread out with a snap, and then shot towards Sun Mo like a cannonball.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Beads sputtering.

Sun Mo immediately retreated, preparing to distance himself, but the prayer beads had already been shot in front of him. He waved his knife to intercept them, but these beads could actually turn around and avoid the wooden knife.

"ah?"

Li Ziqi exclaimed.

An Anhui's expression also changed, and she appeared next to Sun Mo in a flash, waving her hand.

"I'm fine, don't worry!"

Sun Mo roared.

Glaze gold body, indestructible body!

Bang bang bang!

Half of the beads hit Sun Mo, and the rest suddenly disappeared. When they reappeared, they had already hit the illusion of the monk.

"sorry!"

An Xinhui apologized.

Damn it, I should trust Sun Mo. Wouldn't it make him think that I was looking down on him? Wouldn't it make him think that I was looking down on him? That he couldn't handle the crisis?

"Xiao Momo, I just care... about you!"

An Xinhui explained.

"I know."

Sun Mo smiled. If it were a man with an extremely high self-esteem, he would definitely be angry if he was protected by a woman. But Sun Mo didn't care, because he could take the attack, so his self-esteem was not damaged.

An Anhui smiled slightly and breathed a sigh of relief deep in her heart. Then she looked Sun Mo up and down, extremely surprised.

"Why does this move look like Qingtian Academy's Great Universe Wuxiang Magic Technique? No, it can't be. How could Sun Mo learn this school-suppressing magic technique?"

An Anhui was shocked and confused.

"Get out of the way first and wait until I clear up this illusion!"

Sun Mo took action again, this time more cautiously.

The Kung Fu of Kyushu Middle Earth is divided into Saint, Heaven, and Earth, and each level is divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and top-grade!

This Putuo Heart Sutra is obviously the treasure of the temple where the monk lives. It is extremely powerful, and the monk is also very skilled in practicing it.

This is definitely a first-class sparring partner.

Fifteen minutes later, the monk's illusion disappeared.

"Teacher, are you okay?"

Xiao Hebao immediately came up to him and looked at Sun Mo with concern, checking whether he was injured.

"I'm fine!"

Sun Mo watched the golden pages fly over and condense into a book, floating in front of his eyes.

Ding!

"Congratulations, you have obtained a holy level skill and one third of the Putuo Heart Sutra!"

"This illusion of a monk must be practicing some kind of holy-level technique!"

An Anhui's eyes flickered, full of excitement: "With such a strong person as a sparring partner, the combat effectiveness of our school's teachers and students will be quickly improved."

It's like an athlete who has champion players giving him coaching every day. If he still can't get good results, it's definitely because the athlete is too stupid.

"What a pity. It would be great if I could learn these illusory techniques."

An Hui is very sorry.

“Be content and happy!”

Sun Mo comforted him, but there was a feeling of joy in his heart that he had found a treasure. He had been reflected in the past and present, and Hengsha Wuji was really awesome. He could even create the dark illusion technique. If he could learn all of these, he would be so awesome.

?

"You are right, I am greedy."

An Anhui laughed at herself, and then looked at Sun Mo: "Xiao Mo Mo, I really want to thank you this time. This Dark Illusion Hall will become the main building of our Zhongzhou Academy."

"That's right!"

Jin Mujie walked up, but the woman was breathing heavily, her chest was heaving, and her cheeks were flushed. She didn't know, but she thought she had done something ulterior.

Sun Mo swore that he would never lend his blood to this woman in the future.

"Immediately gather the top students and start special training. My goal for this year's league was to successfully stay in the C-level. Now, we can attack the B-level."

Jin Mujie waved her fist, and then teased Sun Mo: "I won't say thank you for anything. Anyway, you are still half the owner of the school!"

An Anhui lowered her head, her cheeks were red, and she did not retort.

"Are there any more up there?"

Jin Mujie was curious.

“Still under construction!”

Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders: "I'll spar with that monk illusion again."

Sun Mo wanted to type out the complete Putuo Heart Sutra.

Jin Mujie wanted to borrow Sun Mo's blood, but was too embarrassed to ask.

Why!

It's so annoying. How great would it be if Sun Mo were my man? Whenever you want his blood, you can take it whenever you want.

The worst thing is to let him sleep a few more times!

Wait, if he is my husband, then I can appreciate his bones every day. Even if I want a little finger bone collection, it’s not too much, right?

Of course, this is what Jin Mujie thinks, after all, she is not a pervert.

Sun Mo always felt that the way Jin Mujie looked at him was unfriendly, like looking at another big meal.

"Then let's go down first!"

An Anhui is very busy, after all, the admissions season is coming again.

"By the way, have you ever heard of the Green Haze Forest?"
To be continued...