Chapter 1

"Hoo..."

SUN Hao looked at the rice paper on the flat table and took a deep breath.

Afterwards, he raised his pen.

That is, a few breath time, a dragon on the paper.

The giant dragon roams in the clouds, two eyes, fierce and domineering, breathtaking.

From the whole point of view, the Dragon seems to be coming out of the paper with a long artistic conception.

"Wonderful! How wonderful

SUN Hao looked at the picture of the dragon rising into the clouds, and nodded his head with satisfaction.

This kind of artistic conception, looking at the whole world, no one can compare with himself.

If in the previous life on earth, absolutely high price.

In this world, it's just a piece of waste paper.

Yes, SUN Hao is a passer-by.

It has been twenty years since I came here.

Originally, I wanted to get the invincible system. Like other walkers, I pretended to fight in the face and went to the top of my life.

But.

Although the system, they are waste constitution.

The body can't store aura, it can't cultivate.

So the system taught him piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, tea, forging, planting, cooking, cloth, porcelain, carpenter, doctor

It's all human means.

Most of them have reached the highest level.

Now, painting is the only skill, and it's almost perfect.

"Ding, it is detected that the host has drawn a perfect work --" the Dragon ascends into the clouds ". Painting experience + 1000."

"Ding, the painting level has reached the highest level!"

"Ding, reward the host - a set of top Langhao pens!"

At this time, three mechanical sounds sounded.

On the desk, a wooden box appeared out of thin air.

When you open it, you can see that it is full of writing brushes, from thick to thin, with a complete set.

System products, must be fine.

However, SUN Hao did not pay attention to these.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and his eyes sparkled.

"All of them have reached the highest level. I can practice!"

SUN Hao clenched his fist excitedly.

"Ding, it is detected that all skills of the host are perfect. There is nothing to teach in this system, so let's go!"

What?

There is nothing to teach?

Don't you mean that when all skills reach the highest level, you will give yourself a supreme constitution and start the road of cultivation?

"Wait!"

SUN Hao spoke quickly.

"Well?"

"What about the supreme constitution?" SUN Hao asked.

"Just a moment."

This finish saying, a cold air current, drill into SUN Hao's body.

"Ding, it's detected that the host's luck is not enough. It can't be opened!"

"Ding, you can only open up the supreme constitution if you have a good fortune!"

After two.

A panel is presented in front of SUN Hao.

[Fuyuan value]: 0 / 1000000

[note]: when Fuyuan value is full, Hongmeng DaoTi can be opened.

Two simple lines make SUN Hao look puzzled.

"System, how to collect lucky value?" SUN Hao asked.

There was no response.

My mind moves.

The people panel is not open.

The system is running away!

"Lying trough..."

The mood has been honed for many years and improved a lot.

At the moment, SUN Hao could not help but burst out a rude remark.

I've been working hard for 20 years just to get the supreme constitution and start the cultivation.

Now tell me, fortune is not enough, need to collect?

Are you kidding me?

If it's just like this, forget it, there's no way to collect it!

What's more, the system just ran away without saying a word!

Who else?

Who else can run into a system that's worse than this?

"Break the system, send the old capital back!"

"I'm going back to earth to be a bully!"

"Peat, really run away!"

SUN Hao kept shouting, only the sound of running water in the mountains responded to him.

"Forget it, feel for yourself!"

"It seems that I should go down the mountain, too."

SUN Hao sighed and looked into the room.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, guqin and flute

His eyes finally fell on a Guqin.

This guqin, also produced by the system, has a simple flavor.

"Old man, this time, I can't take you down the mountain."

SUN Hao sat beside the Guqin and began to pluck the strings.

Down the mountain.

In a dense forest.

"Damn it

A young man looked at the gap on the long knife and scolded secretly.

On the boy's back, there are many scars, like being hurt by sharp claws.His name is Chen Daoming, a disciple of badaozong.

"Howl..."

Monster call, coming from behind.

As soon as Chen Daoming's scalp explodes, he rushes forward.

Behind the wound was affected, along the way, shed a little blood.

Not far away, Li Daoming covers his chest, panting.

There was a dizziness.

"No, never stop!"

Chen Daoming took a strong breath and continued to run forward.

However, he just raised his foot and stopped.

Looking at the front, eyes pupil a shrink, bursts of chill hit.

In front of him stood a man in black.

Two sharp eyes, from the ghost mask, stare at Chen Daoming.

"Jie Jie..."

A strange laugh, such as hell ghost howl, creepy.

"Doll, the game is over!" Under the black mask, voices came out.

"It's up to you?"

Chen Daoming points at the man in black and shouts angrily.

"Ha ha..."

The man in black did not respond and took out a flute.

Chen Daoming takes the body's spiritual power and puts it on the long sword.

"Hum..."

The long knife is shining with light silver.

"Come on, hurt each other!"

Chen Daoming clenched the long sword in both hands, pushed it hard, and chopped at the man in black robe.

"Bang..."

The knife blows into the ground and blows a ravine.

However, in front of Chen Daoming, there are still black robed men.

"Wu..."

Suddenly, the flute sounded.

I heard that.

Chen Daoming's face changed greatly. He found a right direction and ran away quickly.

"Howl..."

Around the dense forest, came the roar of monsters.

"Ga..."

A group of birds, panic skyrocketing.

"No!"

Chen Daoming was sweating, and his speed was a little faster.

However, it's not far away.

A strange man in the dark stood in his way.

The strange man's eyes are dull, and his mouth is whining like a wild animal.

"Howl..."

Behind him, there was a roar.

"Damn it

Chen Daoming squeezes out the last spiritual power in his body and puts it on the long sword.

Then, he pushed his hind legs to the ground and chopped at the strange man like a shell.

"Ding..."

There was a metallic whine.

The long knife cut on the strange man's arm, splashing fire light, leaving a gap again.

Chen Daoming was so shocked that his mouth was bleeding and aching.

Before he could react, the strange man's claws came quickly.

"PuCi..."

The claws are shaped like steel nails. They are caught on Chen Daoming's chest, even the belt meat, leaving several blood strips, dripping with blood.

"Bang..."

Chen Daoming flew upside down and hit the ground heavily, his mouth gushing blood.

One blow, serious injury.

"Howl..."

In the blink of an eye, a dozen odd people came quickly.

In an instant, he surrounded Chen Daoming.

It's hard to deal with one.

Facing a group of people, there is no way to survive.

"Brother, wake up! Younger martial sister, wake up

Chen Daoming looks at these strange people and yells.

However, it didn't work.

These strange people, like puppets without mind, turn a deaf ear to Chen Daoming's voice.

"Baby, it's your turn now. Do you have any last words?"

At this time, the black robed man came, and the strange man dispersed and made way.

"Last words, you hammer! I want to make the old capital into a puppet, dream

With that, Chen Daoming took up the long knife, pointed it at his neck and stabbed it.

"Bang dang..."

The long knife fell to the ground.

"Jie Jie..."

The black robed man looked up and laughed, "little doll, do you want to die? It's not so easy. I'd better be your puppet. "

The man in black took out his flute and began to play.

"Goddamn puppet people, you have no choice but to die of heartlessness!" Chen Daoming roars.

"No..."

The sound of the flute shakes Chen Daoming's soul and he falls to the ground, struggling.

The feeling that his soul was torn was so painful that he almost turned his back.

His soul is like a candle in the wind, which will go out at any time.

"Wu..."

With the more rapid sound of the flute, Chen Daoming was more and more painful.

He was about to faint.

At this time, a sound came.……

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