Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

"It's getting dark soon!"

Yi Feng turned around in the surrounding jungle, but still did not see any trace of Yunluhua. Looking at the darkening sky, he could only reluctantly rush back to the camp.

"Fuck?"

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

At this moment, around his camp, the bodies of all kinds of beasts are full of corpses, such as leopards, wild boars, wolves, all kinds...

"No way?"

"I didn't concoct a super poison, I just concocted it for realgar!"

Looking at the death of these animals, and thinking of the snakes and eagles that died before, Yi Feng can guess that the cause of death of these beasts is probably the powder that he spilled!

"Sin!"

Yi Feng couldn't help but pouted, and hurriedly threw the medicine bottle in his hand, for fear of poisoning himself, and then washed away the white powder on the ground with water, and then returned to his camp quite safely.

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

Although Yi Feng felt guilty for accidentally killing so many beasts, Yi Feng couldn't help drooling when he thought of their flesh.

You know, food is extremely hard to come by in this world.

Let’s take martial arts as an example. Their minds are all on cultivation, and they don’t have much appetite at all. On the other hand, mortals from another class are thinking about how to make a living, and they don’t 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 him a pig’s trotter.

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

Therefore, in his eyes at this moment, the corpses of these animals are plates of braised pig trotters, cold leopard meat, roasted whole wolves...

It's just that the idea is good, but taking so many things down the mountain has become a problem.

"Damn, guarding the golden mountain in the air..."

"Hold!"

Yi Feng cursed, and sat back on the bluestone with a speechless face. Bored, he took out the acoustic guitar.

"Pass the time!"

Yi Feng's palm gently rested on the strings, and the melodious guitar sound spread throughout the mountains and forests.

At this moment, the long-lost system sound sounded in Yi Feng's mind.

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

"Oh?"

Yi Feng stood up abruptly, with a look of anticipation in his eyes, hoping that the system would find out in his conscience and give him something that could become a cultivator.

"Task content: Practice piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting to the level of gods!"

"Reward: a mount."

"I wipe Nima!"

After listening to the system's voice, Yi Feng's hope failed again, and he suddenly burst into a huge foul language.

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

If you say it's a little useless, let's take the boxer and iron for example, it's hard for him to support himself. Even when he finally got rich, he relied on the ability of his transmigrators to write and write it, and it has nothing to do with this broken system.

But that's all, at least it didn't make him starve to death all 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, what makes him complain the most is the quest reward!

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

He was looking forward to it at that time, thinking that the peak of his life was coming, but what kind of blow did the reality bring to him?

Said to be a super expert, but it is a half-dead skull!

It was scary to look at, he admitted, but it was of no use other than to cause trouble.

So mounts?

hehe……

"I bother!"

Yi Feng took a bite out of his hatred. He didn't believe that this broken system could really reward him with a good mount, and there was a high probability that he would come up with another scumbag.

Therefore, he was too lazy to complete this task.

In a fit of anger, Yi Feng kicked the guitar in his hand away with one foot, looking at it and getting angry.

But he had just kicked away when the sound of the system came again.

"Punishment for mission failure: take back the martial arts hall, no longer belong to the host!"

"Nani?"

Yi Feng's face immediately turned black, and his anger was about to burst out.

Although those skills are useless, but this martial arts hall is his safe place, even if he is rich now, he can buy another house, but the feelings and sense of belonging of these years cannot be bought.

"You are cruel!"

Yi Feng cursed in his mouth, picked up the guitar again, and played Dong Feng Po with a crackling sound.