Magic Item Master

Chapter 600 The power of language

"Oh... is the system still there?"

With an extremely complicated mood, Byin opened his mouth and said.

The 21st century talent training system, like the systems in many online novels, is an existence with certain intelligence.

At this time, the system replied coldly: "Yes."

"Why is there another system?" Baiyin asked with a worried face.

The system immediately replied: "The other system is a vicious system created by the evil god, please remove it by the host."

"The evil god's system?" Baiyin frowned suddenly.

However, he thought about it carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the strongest muscle system was terrible, especially the punishment for failure was directly obliteration, and there was no obliteration in the tasks issued by the 21st Century Talent Training System.

The problem is that the 21st century talent training system requires him to disarm the strongest muscle system by himself, but he doesn't know how to do so.

Half a day later, he solemnly got up and took off his wizard robe...

Dignity is precious, and life is more valuable.

In order to be able to continue to live, he had to go all out.

……

Zhang Sen couldn't help showing disgust when he saw Bai Yin's ribs.

Although most wizards don't exercise much, mana can also nourish people. Even if the body is not very good, it is not particularly bad.

From Baiyin's ribs, he knew that another system was not a good thing.

But he didn't know that another system had quietly poured black water on his system.

When Bai Yin went to show off his ribs, he said, "I guess there won't be anything interesting for a while, so let's watch Channel [-]."

"No, it's interesting, isn't it?" Huang Di shouted immediately.

However, Shabi still obediently carried out Zhang Sen's will, and directly adjusted the screen of the monitoring mirror to channel [-].

The sacrificial world is still dark and there is no light at all. Demons and heretics are keen on sacrificing innocent people to gain power.

In the past six months, Ling Feng has completed a lot of long-winded and systematic tasks. At this time, his strength has improved a lot, and he can already make short stories long and long stories longer.

Ling Feng and Ning Caijun were sitting on the second floor of a teahouse, drinking tea with their cups in hand.

However, Ling Feng was thinking about how to carry out the new task.

Main task: [The beauty of language, the eyes of will] Please give a speech and get the approval of at least 100 audience members. The more people who approve, the richer the reward will be. Completion reward: Mouth escape +[-]+N/failure penalty: Meng Sissy. (undone)
He was very moved by the reward of this task, but the punishment also made him shudder. As a good man, how could he accept the setting of being a sissy.

So this task can only succeed and not fail.

"March [-]rd, to the barren mountain!"

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes gradually, it was already March [-]st, and soon it would be March [-]rd.

He used the art of 'language' to convince many masters of the magic way, let them correct their evil ways and return to the right, and learned many secrets of the way of magic through these people.

This barren mountain is actually the base camp of the coffin-moving gate of the Demon Sect. Every March [-]rd, they will sacrifice the corpses they secretly dug up.

Although this sect is considered to be a relatively moderate sect in the evil way, after all they only steal corpses for sacrifice and do not use living people, but it is also an evil way.

The purpose of Ling Feng's visit this time is to correct the demonic monks who moved the coffin door. This is definitely a double training of spirit and physics!

Night falls.

Ling Feng was dressed in black, and said softly at this time: "God, please help me, I know you can hear me, if you don't want to be nagged by me for days and nights like before, then let me fly now Get up, will you?"

This is the ability he obtained on a whim. Since this way of heaven can realize sacrifices, does it mean that it may have consciousness, even if there is no consciousness, there is a certain mechanism?

So he tried to convince Tiandao, at first his mouth escape ability was not enough, so Tiandao didn't respond.

But after completing a large number of tasks and greatly improving his Zuidun level, he found that he could really communicate with God, at least at the beginning, in order to convince God, he kept talking to the sky for ten days and ten nights without sleep, and finally convinced God ' up.

In fact, his current ability to escape with words is so perverted that he can even understand dead things. He has already become a modest gentleman who only moves his mouth but does not move his hands.

At this time, he flew up out of thin air, and quickly flew towards the distant barren mountain under the support of the power of heaven and earth.

The barren mountain does not refer to a single mountain, but a continuous mountain top. Large and small rocky mountains form a strange area similar to a maze. Most people will get dizzy soon after entering. If you are lucky, you can get out. If you are not lucky They may even be trapped to death in the barren hills, so few people set foot on the barren hills.

No one would have guessed that the base camp of the coffin-moving gate is actually hidden in the barren hills, and it is hidden very secretively. Normally, only the head and the gatekeepers stay in the base camp, and the rest of the disciples are running around, digging graves and looting graves.

Ling Feng flew in the sky, directly over the mountains, and finally found a fire in the distance.

Although the force value in this world is very high, the ability to fly is very rare, so the world's people don't have much awareness of the sky.

Ling Feng landed on a steep rocky mountain. Looking at the disciples of the coffin-moving sect gathered below, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that the number of disciples of the coffin-moving sect might be a little small, but now he realizes that the number of disciples far exceeds his imagine.

The number of coffin-moving disciples who set up camp below was at least over a thousand, and many of them even brought more than a dozen coffins, making the entire camp look gloomy.

The disciples of the coffin-moving door are dressed in various styles, some are very ordinary, and some are even well-dressed. It is impossible to guess what their real occupation is from the appearance of their clothes.

If they were not all gathered in the barren mountain, Ling Feng would really not be able to identify the identities of these people.

Now that the location has been determined, the next step is to wait for the opportunity.

In fact, before March [-]rd, there are still disciples coming one after another. Some of them are even fat and look like successful businessmen, and some are wearing black robes with half of their faces hidden Behind, looks aroused heavy guy.

Ling Feng hid on top of Shi Feng, quietly waiting for the meeting to start.

In a blink of an eye, March [-]rd arrived.

At night, countless people gathered in a circle, and in the middle of the circle was Taoist Wusheng, the head of the coffin-moving door.

Although his face was sallow, he was obviously in a good mood at this time, and smiled and said: "Today's sacrifice meeting, we have many more junior brothers and sisters, and the sect is getting stronger and stronger. Although our sect is not a big one, our sect is the most A united faction..."

Ling Feng looked at a lot of Wusheng Taoists who were chattering below, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this guy might be more suitable for the long-winded system than him.

In the beginning, in order to be able to complete the long-winded and systematic tasks, he racked his brains and realized that the vocabulary he had mastered was too small, and he could only speak a few hundred sentences back and forth.

But now that he has mastered more vocabulary, he believes that the next speech will definitely correct the lost lambs below.

When Taoist Wusheng announced the start of the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, he jumped down and flew towards him on the wind, as if he was in heaven.

"Wait a minute!"

He yelled loudly, and immediately startled many people.

In the next moment, all kinds of lights appeared one after another, reflecting a little bit of cold light in the firelight.

He fell into the circle surrounded by everyone, wiped his hair lightly to make sure that it was not blown by the strong wind, and then opened his mouth and said, "Everyone, listen to me."

"Who are you?" Taoist Wusheng asked coldly.

Ling Feng clasped his hands and said, "This question is a good one. I'm not talented, but I've become a bandit when I walk in the rivers and lakes. In addition, I was named a genius who comes out every 5000 years and the most handsome young hero in the history of Zhengdao. The son of a modest gentleman..."

"That's a lot of nonsense, look at it!" At this moment, a huge curse interrupted Ling Feng's self-introduction, and he directly sacrificed the ghost head sword to attack Ling Feng.

Ling Feng avoided Guitou Dadao's attack, and sighed: "Why are you so impatient? Haste makes waste, is it difficult for you to listen to what I have to say? Don't interrupt what others are saying. This is the most basic courtesy. You don't even have the most basic manners, which means you have no family education. You look rude and ugly. Could it be that your parents abandoned you when you were very young because of your ugliness, so you haven't received a good education, don't be afraid..."

"I'll kill you!" Fatty's face turned red when he heard this, and he raised his hand and swiped the knife.

Ling Feng avoided it again, and said: "It seems that I have hit the mark. You wanted to kill me because of embarrassment, but if you killed me, would you be able to cover up your own shortcomings? The answer is very clear, and the shortcomings will still exist. Everyone Even if you don’t dare to speak out because you’re afraid of the knife in your hand, your inadequacy is insufficiency, and it won’t exist just because everyone doesn’t speak up. I think the correct solution is to read more books and cultivate your own self-cultivation...”

"Bastard, I'm going to chop you up today!" The fat man's temples kept throbbing, his head was slightly smoking, his eyes were bloodshot like a bullfight, and he looked murderous.

Ling Feng sighed and said: "It seems that your questioning skills are completely insufficient. You still don't understand the solution even though you have been told. It seems that I am playing the piano with a cow."

"You are the cow, the cow is you, you are going to kill me, no... I am going to kill you... no, I am the cow, the cow is me...you are the..." the fat man said angrily Roared, but then it seemed that he said something wrong, and then his logic began to have problems, and his whole body trembled continuously.

Gradually, he fell down on the ground, treating himself like a cow, and even glared at Ling Feng continuously, breathing heavily from his nostrils.

Ling Feng's current level of mouth escape is extremely high. Once the target is caught in some extreme emotion by what he said, he will end up with confusion in thinking, and even end up treating himself as another animal because of his final words.

The people present looked at the fat man who completely regarded himself as a cow, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and became even more afraid of Ling Feng.

(End of this chapter)