"Hoo … …"
Sun Hao looked at the rice paper spread on the flat table and took a deep breath.
Then, he picked up the brush and waved it.
In just a few breaths, a giant dragon appeared on the paper.
The giant dragon roamed among the clouds, its two eyes were fierce and overbearing, breathtaking.
The whole dragon seemed to be about to drill out of the paper, and the artistic conception was long.
"Wonderful! It's really wonderful! "
Sun Hao looked at the newly completed "Dragon Soaring Cloud Painting" and nodded with satisfaction.
This kind of artistic conception, looking at the whole world, no one could compare with him.
If it was on the earth in his previous life, it would definitely be sold at a high price.
In this world, it was just a piece of waste paper.
Yes, Sun Hao was a traveler.
It had been twenty years since he came here.
Originally, he wanted to get the invincible system and walk to the peak of life like other travelers.
But.
Although he got the system, he had a useless physique.
The body couldn't store spiritual energy and couldn't cultivate.
Therefore, the system taught him the guqin, chess, books, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, tea, forging, planting, cooking, cloth, porcelain, carpentry, medicine …
All mortal means.
Most of them had reached the supreme realm.
Now, only the art of painting was still lacking.
"Ding, it is detected that the host has painted a perfect work –" Dragon Soaring Cloud Painting ", painting experience + 1000."
"Ding, the painting level has reached the supreme realm!"
"Ding, reward the host – a set of top wolf hair brushes!"
At this time, three mechanical voices sounded.
On the desk, a wooden box appeared out of thin air.
When he opened it, it was full of brushes, from thick to thin, a complete set.
The system's products must be fine.
However, Sun Hao didn't pay attention to these.
He took a long breath, and his eyes flickered.
"All reached the supreme realm, I can cultivate!"
Sun Hao clenched his fists excitedly.
"Ding, it is detected that all the host's skills are perfect, this system has nothing to teach, goodbye!"
What?
Can't teach?
Didn't it say that when all the skills reached the supreme realm, it would give him a supreme physique to open the road of cultivation?
"Wait!"
Sun Hao hurriedly opened his mouth.
"Huh?"
"What about the supreme physique?" Sun Hao asked.
"Wait a moment."
After this sound, a cold airflow drilled into Sun Hao's body.
"Ding! It has been detected that the host's luck is insufficient. Unable to open!"
"Ding, you can only unlock the Supreme Physique when you collect enough blessing points!"
After two sounds.
A panel appeared in front of Sun Hao.
[Blessing Point]: 0/100,0000
[Description]: When the blessing points are full, the Primordial Taoist body can be activated.
The two simple lines made Sun Hao puzzled.
"System, how do I collect the blessing point?" Sun Hao asked.
No response.
With a thought.
He did not open the character panel.
The system had run away!
"Holy shit …"
His mental state had been tempered for many years, and it had improved significantly.
At this moment, Sun Hao still couldn't help but swear.
He had worked hard for twenty years just to obtain a peerless physique and start cultivating.
Now you're telling me that I don't have enough blessing points and need to collect them?
Are you messing with me?
If that was all, then it was fine, but there was no way to collect them!
Moreover, the System had run away without saying a word!
Who else could it be?
Who else could encounter a system that was more deceitful than this?
"Stupid system, send the boss back!"
"I'm going back to Earth to act tough!"
"Motherf * cker, it really ran away!"
Sun Hao kept shouting, and only the sound of running water in the mountains responded to him.
"Forget it, I'll figure it out myself!"
"It looks like I should go down the mountain too."
Sun Hao sighed secretly and glanced into the room.
Brush, ink, paper, inkstone, ancient zither and flute …
His gaze finally fell on an ancient zither.
This ancient zither was also a product of the system, and it had a kind of quaint aura.
"Old man, this time, I can't take you down the mountain."
Sun Hao sat next to the ancient zither and began to play the strings.
Down the mountain.
In a dense forest.
"Damn it!"
A teenager looked at the gap on the long knife and cursed.
On the teenager's back, there were scars all over, as if he had been injured by sharp claws.
His name was Chen Dao Ming, a disciple of the Overlord Sect.
"Howl …"
The monster's cry came from behind.
Chen Dao Ming's scalp exploded, and he hurried forward.
The wound on his back was affected, and along the way, a little blood was sprinkled.
Not far away, Chen Dao Ming clutched his chest and panted.
A sense of dizziness came.
"No, I must not stop!"
Chen Dao Ming took a breath and continued to run forward.
However, he had just lifted his foot step by step and quickly stopped.
Looking ahead, his pupils shrank, and a burst of chill came.
He saw that in front of him stood a man in a black robe.
Two sharp eyes came out of the ghost mask and stared at Chen Dao Ming.
"Jie Jie …"
There was a strange laughter, like a ghost howling in hell, which was creepy.
"Little doll, the game is over!" Under the black mask, there was a voice.
"Just by yourself?"
Chen Dao Ming pointed his long knife at the man in black robe and shouted angrily.
"Hehe …"
The man in black robe did not respond and took out a flute.
Chen Dao Ming transferred his body's spiritual power and put it on the long knife.
"Buzz …"
The long knife emitted a faint silver light.
"Come on, hurt each other!"
Chen Dao Ming clenched the long knife with both hands and kicked hard. His body was like a cannonball, slashing toward the man in black robe.
"Bang …"
The knife energy entered the ground and blasted a ravine.
However, in front of Chen Dao Ming, there was no figure of the man in black robe.
"Woo …"
Suddenly, the sound of a flute sounded.
Hearing this sound.
Chen Dao Ming's face changed greatly, found a direction, and quickly ran away.
"Howl …"
Around the dense forest, there was a burst of monster roars.
"Ga …"
A flock of birds, panicked.
"Not good!"
Chen Dao Ming was sweating, and his speed increased a bit.
However, he didn't run far.
A strange, pitch-black man blocked his way.
The strange man's eyes were dull, and his mouth made a strange cry, like a beast growling.
"Howl …"
Behind him, there was also a roar.
"Damn it!"
Chen Dao Ming squeezed out the last bit of spiritual power in his body and put it on the long knife.
Then, he kicked the ground with his hind legs and slashed toward the strange man like a cannonball.
"Ding …"
There was a sound of metal collision.
The long knife slashed the strange man's arm, splashing a flame, leaving a gap again.
Chen Dao Ming was shaken to the point of bleeding, and he was in pain.
Before he could react, the strange man's human claw quickly grabbed.
"Puchi …"
The claw was like a steel nail, grabbing Chen Dao Ming's chest, leaving a few blood lines along with the skin and flesh, dripping with blood.
"Boom …"
Chen Dao Ming's body flew backward and hit the ground heavily, blood spurting from his mouth.
One blow, serious injury.
"Howl …"
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen strange men came quickly.
In an instant, Chen Dao Ming was surrounded.
Dealing with one was as difficult as ascending to heaven.
In the face of a group, there was no way to live.
"Senior brother, wake up! Junior sister, wake up! "
Chen Dao Ming looked at these strange men and shouted loudly.
However, it was useless.
These strange men, like puppets without intelligence, turned a deaf ear to Chen Dao Ming's voice.
"Little baby, now it's your turn, do you have any last words?"
At this time, the man in black robe came, and the strange men automatically dispersed, making way.
"Last words your hammer! You want to refine me into a puppet, dream on! "
After that, Chen Dao Ming picked up the long knife, aimed it at his neck, and stabbed it.
"Clang …"
The long knife fell to the ground.
"Jie Jie …"
The man in black robe laughed up to the sky, "Little baby, you want to die? It won't be that easy. You'd better obediently become my puppet! "
The man in black robe took out the flute and began to play.
"Damn puppet clan, you have no conscience, you will die a horrible death!" Chen Dao Ming roared.
"No …"
The sound of the flute shook Chen Dao Ming's soul, and he fell to the ground, struggling.
The feeling of his soul being torn, the pain almost made him lose his breath.
His soul was like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished at any time.
"Woo …"
As the flute sound became more urgent, Chen Dao Ming also became more and more painful.
Seeing that he was about to faint.
At this time, a sound came.
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