Chapter 201: Spirit Devouring Pen, Is It Precious?
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission, you will be rewarded with 30 million prodigal points and 3 Tiandao Tokens!"
Hearing the system prompt sound that suddenly sounded in his mind, Ye Feng, who was lying on the rocking chair, also opened his eyes.
"Now I have 40 million spending points. When Bai Lei completes three paintings, I can get another 30 million losing points. I am getting closer to 90 million losing points!"
"As long as the prodigal point reaches 90 million, I can directly break through to the ninth level of the Yuanshen realm in one breath. It has taken me so long to raise my cultivation level to the same level as the master. I don't know if the master will be able to do it by then.
They will call me a waste!"
Thinking of this, Ye Feng suddenly showed a serious look and said to himself: "When I break through to the ninth level of the Yuanshen Realm, I can start the ascension plan!"
Ascension Plan: In addition to giving master Luo Qianxue the god-level elixir to increase his cultivation, Ye Feng will also secretly give the elixir to increase his cultivation to everyone in the sect. At the same time, he will also give everyone in the sect a hidden aura.
secret treasure to ensure that Master Luo Qianxue will not notice that the strength of everyone in the sect is also increasing rapidly. When Luo Qianxue ascends to the upper world, he will lead everyone in the sect to overcome the thunder tribulation, climb the ladder to heaven, and ascend together
Upper Bound!
"Master Ye, the paintings of the Purple Arrow God of War have also been burned."
At this time, Bai Lei on the side saw Ye Feng open his eyes and also told the situation of the Purple Arrow God of War not far away.
"I know!"
"This time, they will never refuse my benefits again!"
Since the system prompts that the task has been completed, it means that the three of them will never refuse his benefits again.
"Three Gods of War, won't you refuse my benefits this time?"
When he came to the three war gods, Ye Feng also smiled and took out three paintings and handed them to the three of them respectively.
"It's getting late, let's start painting again tomorrow."
"Bai Lei, ask the Purple Arrow God of War to arrange a place for you. I'm going to rest first!"
After saying that, Ye Feng walked directly to the courtyard next to him. The house in the courtyard where he lived last time was also there.
"Mr. Jian, where do you think I'm going to rest tonight?"
When Ye Feng left, Bai Lei also looked at the Purple Arrow God of War and asked.
"Young Master Bai, you can stay at my place tonight!"
The Purple Arrow God of War pointed to his residence behind him, and then directly unfolded the painting to realize the arrow field of the Purple Arrow intention contained in it!
The Sword God of War and the Thunder Stick War God on the side looked at each other, and they both opened the paintings to observe and comprehend!
Although they had been tortured just now, looking at the paintings that belonged to them in front of them, they felt that the torture was nothing at all!
Early the next morning!
After Ye Feng woke up, he stretched out of habit, and then directly checked today's prodigal products.
Soul-Eating Brush: Made of ten thousand-year-old Soul-eating Xuanqing wood, it is the most suitable brush for painting and repair in Xuantian Continent, no one!
"Today's prodigal product is actually a paintbrush?"
"By the way, that bastard Bai Lei has nothing to do. Forget it, now that you have the brush, let's buy him special drawing paper, special paint and special frame."
There are a total of 10,000 soul-devouring pens. If one is used normally, there will definitely be no big problem.
After leaving the residence, he saw that in the courtyard next to him, the three war gods were still looking at the paintings. Bai Lei was probably still sleeping. Ye Feng did not disturb anyone and walked directly out of the mansion.
"Tian Hua Lou!"
"The name is interesting, so buy it here!"
After wandering around for a while, Ye Feng found a shop selling drawing paper, brushes and other things. He took a look at the plaque and walked in directly.
"Young master, don't know what you want to buy?"
After entering the store, a handsome young man immediately walked up and looked at Ye Feng with a smile on his face and asked.
"Special drawing paper!"
"Special paint!"
“Special frame!”
"Everything must be the best, the kind that can carry the realm of the sword's heart!"
After hearing the young man's inquiry, Ye Feng directly stated his request.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
"The Realm of the Blade's Heart?"
"Young Master, it seems that your master has very high attainments in painting!"
"But, don't you need a special brush?"
The young man looked at Ye Feng with a puzzled expression and asked.
"No need, I already have the best brush in my hand."
Upon hearing the young man's question, Ye Feng answered directly with a calm expression.
“Best brush?”
At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the second floor.
Soon, a white-haired old man walked down from the second floor, looked at Ye Feng with surprise and asked: "My little friend, you said you have the best paintbrush in your hand?"
"This old man seems to be a knowledgeable person!"
Hearing the old man's question, Ye Feng suddenly realized that today's prodigal product seemed to have a suitable target candidate!
"That's right, looking at the entire Xuantian Continent, there can't be a paintbrush that is better than the one in my hand!"
Ye Feng looked at the old man pretending to be arrogant and said.
Hahaha!
The white-haired old man couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and then looked at Ye Feng with a smile on his face and said, "Little friend, how about we make a bet?"
"bet?"
"How to bet?"
Ye Feng also became interested when he heard this, and asked directly with a curious expression.
"It's better than anyone else's paintbrush!"
"If I lose, I will give you a set of things you need for painting!"
"If I win, how about you help me sell goods for a whole day in my studio?"
The white-haired old man looked at Ye Feng and directly said the bet and the bet.
"I would like to add a condition."
"What conditions?"
"If you lose, not only do you have to give me a set of things I need for painting, but you also have to promise to do something for me!"
Ye Feng looked at the white-haired old man and directly stated his additional conditions.
"interesting!"
"Okay, I agree to this additional condition. Come on, follow me upstairs!"
The white-haired old man was stunned when he heard Ye Feng's additional conditions, but because he was extremely confident in the brush in his hand, he didn't even put any restrictions on what he agreed to do.
Second floor, the old man’s study!
"What makes the paintbrush so mysterious?"
Seeing the white-haired old man take out a box full of formation patterns from the inner room of the study, Ye Feng also became interested. He was curious about what kind of paintbrush could make the old man so protective.
Soon, when the white-haired old man opened the box, a completely black paintbrush appeared in Ye Feng's sight.
"This brush is called the Soul-Eating Brush, and it is made from the nine-hundred-year-old Soul-Eating Blackwood. Due to the characteristics of the Soul-Eating Blackwood, this brush can only complete painting once before losing its effect, unless it is in the field.
Paintings with artistic conception, otherwise other paintings wouldn’t be worth using this soul-eating pen!”
Looking at the Soul Devouring Brush in the box, the white-haired old man also explained the situation of this brush very seriously.
After the endless coma, Shi Yu suddenly stood up from the bed.
He took a deep breath of fresh air, his chest trembling.
Confused, confused, and all kinds of emotions came to my mind.
Where is this?
Afterwards, Shi Yu subconsciously looked around and became even more confused.
A single dorm?
Even if he was successfully rescued, he should be in the ward now.
And my body...how could I not have any injuries at all?
With doubts, Shi Yu's eyes quickly swept across the room, and finally his eyes rested on a mirror beside the bed.
The mirror showed his current appearance. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he looked very handsome.
But the problem is, this is not him!
My previous self was a handsome young man in his twenties who had been working for a while.
And now, no matter how you look, this appearance is that of a high school student...
This change left Shi Yu stunned for a long time.
Don't tell him that the operation was successful...
My body and appearance have all changed. This is not a matter of surgery or not, but magic.
He turned into a completely different person!
Could it be...that he traveled through time?
In addition to the mirror placed beside the bed, which was obviously not feng shui-friendly, Shi Yu also found three books next to it.
Shi Yu picked it up and took a look. The title of the book instantly silenced him.
"Essential Animal Breeding Manual for Beginner Breeders"
"Postpartum Care of Pet Pets"
"Evaluation Guide for Interracial Beast-Eared Girls"
Shi Yu:???
The names of the first two books are pretty normal, but what happened to the last one?
"cough."
Shi Yu looked solemnly and stretched out his hand, but his arm soon stiffened.
Just when he was about to open the third book and see what it was about, his brain suddenly felt a sharp pain, and a large number of memories came flooding back.
Icefield City.
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