"Huh..."
Sun Hao looked at the rice paper on the flat table and took a deep breath.
Then, pick up the pen.
That is, a few breaths of time, a giant dragon lay on the paper.
The giant dragon roams among the clouds, with two eyes, fierce and domineering, captivating.
The whole look, the dragon seems to be drilled out of the paper, with a long artistic conception.
"Wonderful! Really wonderful!"
Sun Hao looked at the "Dragon Soaring Clouds" just completed and nodded with satisfaction.
This kind of mood, looking at the whole world, no one can compare with himself.
If it was on the earth in the previous life, it would definitely sell for a high price.
In this world, it is but a piece of waste paper.
That's right, Sun Hao is a transmigrator.
Been here for twenty years.
Originally, I wanted to get the invincible system, and like other traversers, I pretended to be slapped in the face and went to the peak of life.
But.
Although he has obtained the system, he is a waste physique.
The body cannot store spiritual energy, and there is no way to cultivate.
So, the system taught him piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, tea, forging, planting, cooking, cloth, porcelain, carpentry, doctors…
All mortal means.
The vast majority have reached the supreme state.
Now, there is only the skill of painting, and there is still a long way to go.
"Ding, it is detected that the host has drawn a perfect work - "Dragon Soaring Clouds", painting experience +1000."
"Ding, the painting level has reached the supreme realm!"
"Ding, reward the host - a set of top-level wolf brushes!"
At this moment, three mechanical voices sounded.
On the desk, a wooden box appeared out of thin air.
When I opened it, I saw that it was full of brushes, ranging from thick to thin, in a complete set.
System produced, must be a boutique.
However, Sun Hao didn't pay attention to this.
He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes twinkling.
"All have reached the supreme state, I can practice!"
Sun Hao clenched his fists excitedly.
"Ding, it has been detected that all the skills of the host are perfect, and there is nothing to teach in this system, so let's leave!"
What
Can't teach
Doesn't it mean that when all skills reach the supreme state, you will give yourself a supreme physique and start the path of cultivation
"etc!"
Sun Hao spoke quickly.
"Ok?"
"What about the supreme constitution?" Sun Hao asked.
"Hold on."
After saying this, a cold air stream penetrated into Sun Hao's body.
"Ding, it is detected that the host's blessing is not enough, and it cannot be turned on!"
"Ding, you can only unlock the supreme physique when you gather all the blessings!"
After two beeps.
A panel appeared in front of Sun Hao.
[Blessing Value] Description]: When the Fortune Value is full, the Hongmeng Taoist body can be opened.
Just two lines, see Sun Hao's face full of doubts.
"System, how do you need to collect Fortune Points?" Sun Hao asked.
no respond.
A thought moves.
The character panel is not open.
The system ran away!
"Fuck..."
The mood has been honed for many years and has improved a lot.
At this moment, Sun Hao couldn't help but let out a foul language.
Twenty years of hard work, just to obtain the supreme physique and start cultivation.
Now tell me, the lucky value is not enough, need to collect
kidding me
If this is the case, then forget it, there is no collection method yet!
Moreover, the system ran away without saying a word!
Just ask, who else
Who else can encounter a system that is more deceptive than this
"Break the system and send the old money back!"
"I'm going back to Earth to pretend!"
"Peaty, really ran away!"
Sun Hao kept shouting, and the only response to him was the sound of running water in the mountains.
"Forget it, find out for yourself!"
"Looks like it's time for me to go down the mountain too."
Sun Hao sighed secretly and glanced indoors.
Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, guqin and flute…
His eyes finally fell on a guqin.
This guqin, also produced by the system, has a quaint atmosphere.
"Old man, this time, I won't be able to take you down the mountain."
Sun Hao sat next to the guqin and began to fiddle with the strings.
down the mountain.
in a jungle.
"Damn!"
A young man glanced at the gap on the long knife and cursed inwardly.
There were scars all over the boy's back, as if he had been injured by sharp claws.
His name is Chen Daoming, and he is a disciple of the Ba Dao Sect.
"Howl..."
The monster's cry came from behind.
Chen Daoming's scalp exploded, and he hurried forward.
The wound on the back was affected, and along the way, a little blood was spilled.
Before running far, Li Daoming covered his chest, panting.
A sense of dizziness came.
"No, never stop!"
Chen Daoming took a deep breath and continued to run forward.
However, he just raised his footsteps and stopped quickly.
Looking ahead, the pupils of both eyes shrank, and the chills hit.
I saw, in front of him, stood a black robe man.
Two sharp eyes, revealed from the ghost mask, stared at Chen Daoming.
"Jie Jie..."
A burst of weird laughter, such as howling from hell, is creepy.
"Little doll, the game is over!" Under the black mask, a human voice came out.
"Just you?"
Chen Daoming pointed his long knife at the black-robed man and shouted angrily.
"hehe… "
The black-robed man didn't respond and took out a flute.
Chen Daoming mobilized his body's spiritual power and placed it on the long knife.
"Om..."
The long knife glowed with a faint silver light.
"Come on, hurt each other!"
Chen Daoming clenched the long saber in both hands, kicked it hard, his body like a cannonball, and slashed towards the man in black robe.
"Boom..."
The knife gas entered the ground and exploded a gully.
However, in front of Chen Daoming, there is still a black-robed man.
"woo..."
Suddenly, the flute sounded.
Hear this.
Chen Daoming's face changed greatly, he found a direction and ran away quickly.
"Howl..."
Around the jungle, there were bursts of monster roars.
"Gah..."
A flock of birds, panicked.
"not good!"
Chen Daoming was in a cold sweat, and the speed increased a little.
However, it hasn't gotten very far.
A grotesque man covered in pitch black blocked his way.
The strange man's eyes were dull, and his mouth made a whimper, like a roar of a beast.
"Howl..."
There was also a roar from behind.
"Damn!"
Chen Daoming squeezed out the last bit of spiritual power in his body and placed it on the long knife.
Afterwards, he kicked the ground on his hind legs and slashed at the weirdo like a cannonball.
"Ding… "
A metallic hum.
The long knife slashed on the monster's arm, splashing firelight, leaving a gap again.
Chen Daoming was so shocked that the tiger's mouth was bleeding and the pain was endless.
Before he could react, the monster's claws quickly grabbed it.
"Prick..."
The claws are shaped like steel nails, and they are caught on Chen Daoming's chest, even with the flesh of the belt, leaving a few blood strips, dripping with blood.
"Boom..."
Chen Daoming flew upside down and hit the ground heavily, blood spurting from his mouth.
One hit, serious injury.
"Howl..."
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen weirdos rushed over.
In an instant, Chen Daoming was surrounded.
To deal with one, it is difficult to ascend to the sky.
In the face of a group, there is no way to survive.
"Senior brother, wake up! Junior sister, wake up!"
Chen Daoming looked at these weirdos and roared loudly.
However, to no avail.
These weirdos, like no puppets, turned a deaf ear to Chen Daoming's voice.
"Little baby, it's your turn now, do you have any last words?"
At this moment, the black-robed man came, and the eccentric dispersed automatically to make way.
"Last word, you are a hammer! I want to refine the old man into a puppet, dream!"
After finishing speaking, Chen Daoming picked up the long knife, aimed it at his neck, and stabbed it.
"Bangdang..."
The long knife fell to the ground.
"Jie Jie..."
The black-robed man raised his head and laughed loudly, "Little baby, do you want to die? It's not that easy, let's be honest and become the puppet of this seat!"
The black-robed man took out his flute and began to play it.
"Damn people, you have lost your conscience, you can't die!" Chen Daoming roared.
"No… "
The sound of the flute shook Chen Daoming's soul, and he fell to the ground, struggling.
The feeling of his soul being torn apart made him almost lose his temper.
His soul is like a candle in the wind, and it will go out at any time.
"woo..."
As the flute sounded faster and faster, Chen Daoming became more and more painful.
Seeing that, he was about to faint.
At this time, a sound came.
…