Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
System, new task?
"It's dark soon!"
Yi Feng turned around in the surrounding forest, but still did not see any traces of Yunluhua, staring at the dark sky, he could only reluctantly rush back to the camp.
"Fuckin?"
But when he had just returned to the camp, the moment he raised his head, he was stunned!
At this moment, around his camp, the corpses of all kinds of beasts were filled with corpses, such as leopards, wild boars, wolves, all kinds ...
"Can't be?"
"I didn't concoct super poison, I just made it up for realgar!"
Seeing the deaths of these animals, and thinking of the snakes and eagles that died before, Yi Feng could guess that the cause of death of these animals was probably the powder he spilled!
"Sin!"
Yi Feng could not help but curl his lips, and hurriedly threw the medicine bottle in his hand, for fear of poisoning himself, and then washed the white powder on the ground with water, leaving him with the water, and then return to his camp quite safely.
"However, this game is also a rare good thing!"
Although Yi Feng felt guilty for accidentally killing so many beasts, Yi Feng could not help but drool when he thought of their flesh.
You know, food is hard to come by in this world.
Let's take martial arts as an example, their minds are all on cultivation, and they have no appetite at all. On the other hand, humans from other classes were thinking about how to make a living, and they did not spend too much time on their appetite. They just need to be able to satisfy their hunger. They don't even know what to do if you throw them with a pig trotter.
Therefore, food is very expensive in this world, which is why a bowl of beef noodles is worth gold coins.
Therefore, in his eyes at the moment, the corpses of these animals were boiled pork leg plates, cold leopard meat, roasted whole wolves ...
It was just that the idea was good, but bringing so many items down the mountain had become a problem.
"Damn it, guarding the Golden Mountain ..."
"Hold!"
Yi Feng cursed, and sat back on the blue stone with a speechless face, Bored, he took out an acoustic guitar.
"Take time!"
Yi Feng's palm gently rested on the strings, and the melodious sound of the guitar spread throughout the mountains and forests.
At this moment, the sound of a system that had long since disappeared sounded in Yi Feng's mind.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for activating the new mission."
"Oh?"
Yi Feng suddenly stood up, with an expression of anticipation in his eyes, hoping that the system would find out in his conscience and give him something that could become a cultivator.
"Tasks: Practice piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting up to god level!"
"I'm erasing Nima!"
After listening to the sound of the system, Yi Feng's expectations failed again, and he suddenly let out a large foul language.
I thought it was a good thing, but it turned out to be miscellaneous tasks.
If you say it's a little useless, let's take a boxer and an iron for example, it's hard for him to support himself. Even when he ended up getting rich, he relied on his own management skills to write and write them, and it had nothing to do with this broken system.
But that alone, at least did not make him starve to death all this time.
But his mother's piano, chess, calligraphy, and paintings, he really couldn't think of any use.
Is it used to foster sentiment?
Of course, what made him complain the most was the search reward!
He had not forgotten that when the system gave him the task of running the martial arts hall, it was said to reward him as a super expert.
He looked forward to it at that moment, thinking that the peak of his life would come, but what kind of blow did reality bring him?
It was said to be a super expert, but it was a half-dead skull!
He admitted that it was scary to look at, but it was useless except to cause trouble.
So rides?
hehe…
"I'm interrupting!"
Yi Feng bit his hatred. He did not believe that this broken system could actually reward him with a good mount, and there was a high chance he would find another bastard.
Therefore, he was too lazy to complete this task.
In anger, Yi Feng kicked the guitar in his hand with a single kick, and he was furious when he saw it.
But after he kicked it, the sound of the system came again.
"Punishment for mission failure: take back the martial arts hall, no longer belonging to the host!"
"Nani?"
Yi Feng's face immediately turned black, and his anger was about to explode.
Although the skill was useless, but this martial arts hall was his safe place, even if he was rich now, he could buy another house, he said, but the feeling and sense of belonging to these years cannot be bought.
"You're evil!"
Yi Feng cursed in his mouth, picked up the guitar again, and played Dongfengpo with a crackling sound.