Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 367 City Lord (55)

Although the gameplay is very simple, the gameplay of "Little Sect Fighter" is specially designed to suit Mocheng.

The gameplay is simple, the fighting is exciting, and the magical powers you gain can be used immediately, which brings strong positive and negative feedback.

The strong social attribute also forced the lower-level monks in Mo City to get to know each other, but it produced good results.

Gong Yangyu saw this very clearly.

Her duty was to protect Lin Yuan's safety, but now, except for the occasional Jindan spying, basically no one came to cause trouble, and those who did were beaten away.

He is a foundation-building disciple of the Wanfa Sect, and he is also a foundation-building disciple who is proficient in the Tianxin swordsmanship. It should be too easy for him to beat those of the same level.

In addition, Lin Yuan is the chief of the Wanfa Sect. He is proficient in all kinds of magic and can kill ordinary foundation-building warriors at will, so there is no need to worry.

Therefore, Gong Yangyu's job is actually very easy. He only needs to hide in the dark and play games every day. When he is bored, he will observe Mo City and organize the cultural information here.

Ever since Lin Yuan released the game, one obvious change is that there are fewer armed fights.

In the past, as soon as night fell, it was time for small sects to engage in fighting. The monks, who were angry at the environment, would fight each other to relieve the depression in their hearts.

But now, everyone feels that fighting is not as fun as playing games.

Nowadays, everyone in the game is generally building a foundation, and it is very exciting to fight against the foundation-building villains.

When the villains meet, they first set up a formation, then they use several magic weapons to attack each other, and then they engage in hand-to-hand combat, with spirit beasts raiding the formation nearby. The battle is very exciting to watch, much more enjoyable than fighting personally.

Although there is a limit on the number of times, the players in Mo City have mastered the skill of creating a smurf without any guidance, and each of them has three bamboo slips.

One of them is your main account, and you need to queue up every day to buy activation spells and then continue to maintain this account.

The secondary account is for your own enjoyment. If you don’t have any friends, you can share the game on the secondary account and continue playing.

What’s even more cunning is that there is a special feature in the game, which is dinner.

Dinner will provide five additional fights. Although not many, they happen to appear at the time of previous fights, and will be gone after that time.

Therefore, in order not to waste these five opportunities, many Mo Chi monks would choose not to go out and play games at home, resulting in a significant reduction in the number of participants in the fight.

Asking others to help is not worth the effort. The cost of one game is three times higher, which is simply unaffordable.

In less than half a month, the previously popular armed fight was calmed down, which made Gong Yangyu, who was watching, marvel at it.

The second change is that Mo City has become more lively.

We are all from the Demon Sect. In the past, even if they were from the same sect, they had to be wary of each other, for fear that the other party would stab them in the back.

But since "Sect Fighter" became popular, monks would occasionally chat with temporary friends about combination matches, items that need to be purchased first in the store, exchange some experiences, or verify some rumors in the game together.

When making the game, Lin Yuan consciously added some small easter eggs. These easter eggs might be ways to obtain some hidden magical powers, or some methods that could increase the number of battles.

These little easter eggs will add a lot of fun to the game and make the game full of topics.

Looking at the changes in Mocheng, Gong Yangyu felt that Lin Yuan was worthy of being one of the members of Qingke who had previously created "Soul of the Sky". The small games he made were so amazing.

The Wanfa Sect is indeed full of experts. All I have to do is be a good thug and play games quietly every day.

While Gong Yangyu was sorting out these reports, her heart was shaking and she began to give a slight warning. Looking up, she saw flowers flying not far away and sixteen burly men carrying a golden sedan chair coming in the air.

The sturdy men were shirtless, and the heavy sedan chair pressed down on their shoulders, leaving them bloody and mangled.

All sixteen of them were at the foundation-building stage. They were the same height and looked exactly the same. Their cultivation was also at the early stage of foundation-building. They looked as if they were copied from each other.

Although the person in the sedan was at the foundation-building stage, this sedan was not an ordinary item. The invisible aura of Taoism it exuded was like a huge rock pressing down on the nearby cultivators, making them kneel down unexpectedly with their foreheads pressed against the ground as if they were performing a prostration.

In addition, there was a Jindan following behind, secretly protecting the people in the sedan.

Feeling the other party's golden elixir aura, Gong Yangyu knew that the person who had been spying on Anping Sect had arrived.

Suspended in the air, a feminine male voice came from the sedan chair: "Elder Lin, I have been very busy with official duties before, and I only have the opportunity to visit you now. I am really rude."

Lin Yuan, who was sitting in the yard looking at game data, raised his head and looked at the sedan chair in the air. He felt that this old demon sect was so showy.

My master has seen a lot of them. The righteous leaders all fly by themselves when they go out. They never need others to carry them.

The magic sect's immortal masters are all very approachable, and a certain old aunt always treats me like a child. Every one of them is better than this guy. I really don't know why this foundation-building ceremony makes such a big fuss.

After I arrived, I handed my business card to the city lord, but there was no response.

It’s been more than ten days since you came to visit. Who are you bullying?
Therefore, Lin Yuan did not have a good impression of the other party. He just stood on the ground and drew a spell to protect Qingfeng Mingyue and then asked: "Who are you?"

"Lord of Mochi City, Mo Weichen. I am here to inform you today that you have crossed the line."

"What?"

Seeing that Lin Yuan was not getting his way, Mo Weichen's voice gradually turned cold. "The Exile Land has always been the territory of our Old Demon Sect. You are just a small foundation-building cultivator. When you come here, just stay in Anping Sect and don't mess around. Your crappy game has made Mo City a mess. Take it away as soon as possible. It makes me upset."

"Get lost, idiot. I'm going to do whatever I want, and you can just leave me alone, you hermaphrodite bastard."

The overly straightforward reply made Mo Weichen silent for a long time, and then the other party gnashed his teeth and said, "...You are so stubborn. Wait for retribution!"

After saying this, the sedan chair turned around and flew away, and the Jindan cultivator lurking in the dark also left with it.

Before leaving, his sigh rang in Lin Yuan's ears: "My friend, why bother? Just restrain yourself a little."

"Don't bother me either."

"……act recklessly."

Watching the sedan leave, Lin Yuan said to Qing Feng beside him: "What's wrong with that guy? How did such a stupid guy become the lord of Mo City?"

"His father is the city lord." Qingfeng said expressionlessly.

"Then how did his father become so successful? Is his grandfather the city lord?"

"Yes."

Knowing the reason, Lin Yuan couldn't help but sigh: "What era is it still practicing the hereditary system? This Mo City is doomed."

Qingfeng looked at Lin Yuan and felt that the other party seemed to be joking, but also seemed not to be joking.

(End of this chapter)