Chapter 118

"It's getting dark!"

Yi Feng made a circle in the surrounding jungle. He still didn't see the trace of yunluhua. Looking at the darkening sky, he could only rush back to the camp reluctantly.

"Sleeping trough?"

But he just walked back to the camp. When he raised his head, he was stunned!

At the moment, around his camp, there are all kinds of dead animals, such as leopards, wild boars, wolves and so on

"No?"

"I can't make super poison. I really just use it as realgar!"

Looking at the death of these animals, he remembered the snakes and eagles that had died before. Yi Feng could guess that the cause of death of these beasts was probably the powder he sprinkled!

"Sin!"

Yi Feng could not help but curl his mouth and threw away the medicine bottle in his hand for fear that it might poison him. Then he washed away the white powder on the ground with water, which made him feel safe to return to his camp.

"However, these game are also rare and good things!"

Accidentally killing so many wild animals made Yi Feng feel guilty, but when he thought of their meat, Yi Feng couldn't help drooling.

You know, in this world, food is extremely difficult to find.

Take martial arts cultivation for example. Their minds are all in cultivation. They don't have much appetite at all. The ordinary people in the other class are thinking about how to make a living, and they don't spend too much time on oral desire. They can just satisfy their hunger. They don't even know what to do if you throw him a pig's hoof.

Therefore, food is very expensive in this world, which is why a bowl of beef noodles needs a gold coin.

Therefore, in his eyes, the bodies of these animals are plates of braised pig feet, cold leopard meat, roasted whole wolves

Although the idea is beautiful, it has become a problem to bring so many things down the mountain.

"Damn it, empty guard Jinshan..."

"Fuck!"

Yi Feng scolded and sat back on the bluestone slab with a speechless face. Bored, he took out the wooden guitar.

"Pass the time!"

Yi Feng's palm fell gently on the string, and the pleasant guitar sound spread all over the mountains and forests.

At this time, Yi Feng's mind rang out the long lost sound of the system.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for activating the new task."

"Oh?"

Yi Feng suddenly stood up and looked forward to whether the system would find out his conscience and get him something that can become a cultivator. If it's bad, let him become an alien god!

"Task content: practice piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to the level of God!"

"Reward: mount one."

"I wipe NIMA!"

After hearing the sound of the system, Yi Feng's hope failed again, and suddenly burst into a huge foul language.

I thought it was a good thing, but it turned out to be these miscellaneous tasks.

You might as well say it's a little useful. Take the boxer and blacksmith for example. It's hard for him to support himself. Even when he finally became rich, he wrote it by relying on the skills of his own piercers, which has nothing to do with this broken system.

But it doesn't matter. At least he didn't starve to death these years.

But his mother's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he really can't think of any use.

Is it used to cultivate sentiment?

Of course, the most rewarding task is make complaints about him.

He didn't forget that when the system gave him a task to run the martial arts school, it said it was to reward him as a super master.

At that time, he expected that the peak of his life was coming, but what kind of blow did reality bring to him?

Said to be a super master, but it is a half dead broken skull!

He admitted that it looked scary, but it was of no use except to cause trouble.

So mount?

Hehe

"I bah!"

Yi Feng broke his mouth with hate. He didn't believe that this broken system could really reward him with a good mount. It's probably a trick to get a pit father.

That's why he didn't bother to finish the task.

Angry, Yi Feng kicked the guitar in his hand and was angry.

But just as he kicked, there was the sound of the system.

"Task failure punishment: recover the martial arts school and no longer belong to the host!"

"Nani?"

Yi Feng's face immediately became dark, full of anger and wanted to burst out.

Although those skills are useless, this martial arts school is his place to live. Even if he has money now, he can buy another house, but his feelings and sense of belonging over the years can't be bought.

"You are cruel!"

Yi Feng scolded and picked up the guitar again and played it crackly.