After wearing the book, I was forced to become a fake system

Chapter 37 Newcomer Big Competition Beginning (Revised)
[Elementary Chapter—Chapter Five: Elementary Lightning Charm]

[Throwing method - can draw ordinary thunder, the person hit will be paralyzed in the slightest, and fainted in severe cases]

[Cinnabar sandpaper and Qianyuan grass ink are required]

The lightning-guiding talisman is another attacking talisman after the bursting talisman.

She still has a lot of cinnabar paper, so she just needs to find Qianyuancao.

However, Qianyuancao...

"It's getting harder and harder to find what you need."

From the cinnabar paper and rock ink sold on the market at the very beginning, to the monster blood and turtle shells that will be needed later, and then to the not cheap dark mace grass and Wenyao fish, the current Qianyuan grass is even more expensive than before. Cherish the points.

The system is a treasure for attracting wealth, and it is also a cave for selling gold.

If all talisman repairs are like this, how much financial resources are needed to cultivate a great ability.

The reason for the decline of Talisman seems to have been found.

"Qianyuan Grass is so rare that it may be too late for Wanbao Pavilion at the foot of the mountain to find it."

Shang Yanting reached out and touched the little raccoon, and then put it into the back basket (?), "I'll find it for you after the freshman competition is over."

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Before the freshman contest, all the new disciples from the Four Great Peaks had to gather together and go to the Training Pavilion until the contest was over before returning.

Shang Yanting brought a change of clothes and was about to leave, which made Jia Xitong very helpless.

Four misu talismans, can't you use them to decorate things?

She crawled out of the basket and packed the quilts in the room, the clothes in the cupboard, the towels for washing the face and the basin in a thrifty manner.

Except for the large iron pot in the kitchen, which couldn't be moved, she almost put the whole house in it.As a result, three of Shang Yanting's four Misu talismans were filled to the brim.

"……Is it enough?"

"enough."

Jia Xitong was very satisfied when he saw the clean room.Immediately afterwards, he saw the Langmu branch placed in the middle of the table, and he picked it up with his claws and sat in the back basket.

"My host, let's go."

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The Training Pavilion is at the innermost part of Shengdu College, and the disciples who arrive must first report to the management office.

In the main hall, the freshmen are basically in groups of three or four, and Shang Yanting is alone, and the uniforms of Qingshuangfeng's disciples and the little beast behind him are particularly eye-catching.

"It's from Cyan Frost Peak."

The steward glanced at Shang Yanting, and then threw him a wooden sign, "There are too many new disciples in this class, and there is no room for other places, so you can live in the west wing room."

The West Wing is located in the most remote area of ​​the Training Heart Pavilion.

One of the wooden doors at the entrance was broken.The beds in the house are only wooden boards, covered with dust.Except for a small wooden table and a notched kettle, there are no other living objects in the house.

There was also a hole in the roof, and the big hole and the broken door echoed each other, and the cold wind whizzed through the house.

This place... is simply poorer than the hut where Brother Eleven lives.

The condition of the Training Heart Pavilion is so poor.

Jia Xitong was shocked.

Fortunately, they brought everything with them when they left Crimson Peak.

The industrious little raccoon cleans the dust on the bed with a feather duster. The feather duster sweeps the front and the broken tail sweeps the back, which is extremely funny.

Seeing this, Shang Yanting's originally gloomy expression eased a lot after entering the room.He took out a tool that could repair the house from the Misu Talisman.

After sweeping the bed, there is still dust on the floor and cobwebs around.

"Such a miserable condition, I don't know how other brothers and sisters survived."

Jia Xitong put his Langmu branches on the table, wiped the ashes on the stool and said, "Even the kettle is broken, and the Training Pavilion is really poorer than Qingshuang Peak."

Shang Yanting glanced at the simple monster, knowing that there are many training pavilions, but the people in charge are extremely snobbish in judging the situation.

Among the four peaks, Jinyang Peak where the Eight Great Aristocratic Families lived lived in the best east wing, followed by Shengyang Peak and Tianwu Peak. As the only disciple of Qingshuang Peak, who was the worst, he was naturally assigned to this corner.

But he didn't say anything, and silently mended the broken wooden door.

When it suffers a lot in the future, it will naturally understand the complexity of people's hearts.

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They didn't tidy up the house until late at night, but they also missed the dinner in the kitchen of Lianxin Pavilion.

Shang Yanting quickly finished the dry food brought from Qingshuang Peak, and swallowed it with cold water.

Jia Xitong looked at it and sighed, "Sure enough, I should also bring the cauldron, so that there will be hot water."

Shang Yanting ignored it, fetched spring water outside to wash quickly, and lay down on the bed with the cold steam.Even with two quilts, the cold wind that blows in from the gap in the wooden door seems to be pervasive, making the whole body cold.

At this time, the little beast suddenly got into the bed and climbed onto his chest.Immediately afterwards, he spread his limbs vigorously, spreading himself into a ball of cake.

"What are you doing?"

"As a quilt for you."

Jia Xitong made sure to pose the little beast, and then the soul body returned to his sea of ​​consciousness.

In fact, warming the feet is the easiest way to warm the whole body, but she will become Long Aotian's character in the future, even if the other party is the male lead, warming the feet will be impossible for a lifetime.

"When I get you a warm water bag tomorrow, it will be more comfortable to sleep on."

Shang Yanting felt the heat on his chest was higher than other places, and he didn't know how to describe the expression on his face, "Got it, go to sleep."

The prompt sound of the system is quite intuitive, [Congratulations to the tasker for gaining 2 trust points of the male lead, the current trust value is 65/100]

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The next day was the day of the rookie contest.

The arena of the competition is sunken, surrounded by raised auditoriums, very much like the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

People can sit on the stairs on each side, and the one sitting in the east is the referee teacher who is in charge of the initial test.

The order of the competition is determined by drawing lots, divided into preliminary rounds, trials and finals.

Half of the disciples were eliminated in the first round.

The second round selects the top [-] disciples.

The third round is to determine the top ten.

There are more than 200 disciples in Sifeng, and each round has four games at the same time, and it takes three days to complete the first test.

On the first day, Shang Yanting had a bye, and Jia Xitong followed him to watch the ring competition all day.

Most of the new disciples are still at the martial apprentice stage, a slightly more powerful late martial apprentice.

Basically, they all rely on hand-to-hand combat, using bodywork, strength, and skills, punching to the flesh, teeth and blood flying everywhere.Not to mention bruises and swollen faces, there are not a few people who are beaten and faint.

"They fight like hell."

Until dinner time, Jia Xitong still hadn't recovered from the game just now, and was going to draw a few more blessing symbols for Shang Yanting tonight.

Just as she followed Shang Yanting to cook and sit down in the kitchen, suddenly several people at the next table were discussing today's battle.

"Senior Brother Liu Hao's Shamo Fist is so powerful, it actually pierced through the wooden stake with one punch."

The man in the Tianwu Peak disciple uniform replied, clenched his fist with his right hand, looking extremely excited.

"That's not."

The companion next to him said, "This punch is going to hit someone on the head, and you can directly meet the god of martial arts. The people eliminated from Shengyang Peak today should be the most among the four peaks."

"What four peaks, three peaks, okay?"

The third person showed a hint of disdain, "Is there only one disciple of Qingshuang Peak called Feng? I heard that person was driven to the abandoned west chamber by the steward yesterday, and he didn't even dare to fart."

(End of this chapter)