Mission system is a bit skinny

Chapter 1 My mission system is a bit skinny

"Junior Brother Lin, tomorrow is the day you go to the Sword Tomb to choose your sword, remember to be punctual."

A beautiful woman in a white dress spoke to Lin Qianjun who was standing in a daze in the aisle of the mountain gate.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Xin Han, for reminding me, I understand." Lin Qianjun nodded.

"Well, it's good that you know." Xin Han replied casually, and immediately turned and left.

[You can see a trace of contempt in her eyes. 】

The corners of Lin Qianjun's eyes twitched.

I didn't see it, so don't talk nonsense!
【This woman's disdain for you has been shown on her face, and she doesn't even intend to hide it. Her face is full of contempt for opportunists like you. 】

She just came over to remind me normally, you can't say she looks down on me just because she doesn't smile, we don't know each other well.

【You decide to prove yourself with practical actions, make that woman look at you with admiration, and trample her dignity and arrogance under your feet. 】

Forget it, as long as you are happy.

[Mission: A blockbuster. 】

[Get the approval of the strongest sword in the sword mound. 】

[Task Reward: Sword Bone. 】

[Punishment for failure: Losing hair. 】

Gan** (silenced).

Not peeking at the male elder taking a bath before just made me dumb for a long time, and now you want to take my precious hair?
Although baldness means becoming stronger, but I just want to be a salty fish, thank you.

So here comes the question, a guy who only joined the sect to obtain the qualification of a true disciple by relying on tricks, how did he get the approval of the strongest sword?

"panel!"

Following Lin Qianjun's thoughts, an attribute panel appeared in front of him.

Name: Lin Qianjun
Race: human
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Root bone: 1
Perception: 1
Lucky: 1
【An ordinary person with some mystery】

Well, after reading it, there is a high probability that the hair will not be kept.

Bald, I have to take a few more beautiful pictures of myself now, so that I can take them out as a souvenir when I lose my hair later.

Thinking of this, Lin Qianjun directly mobilized the game system and gave himself a few beautiful screenshots.

Not to mention, although he was wearing Jianzong's white uniform, and his face was a little tender because his body was only seventeen or eighteen years old, he was still handsome enough.

Unfortunately, after tomorrow, this will only remain in memory.

It's all because of the stupid lack of mission system.

Thinking of this, Lin Qianjun couldn't help complaining.

If you say rebirth, then rebirth, it is not rebirth in reality, he actually returned to the game, and it was half a year before the server was launched.

Although the script is a bit clichéd, after he accepts this setting, nothing else matters. After all, with the foresight, he may soon be able to reach the pinnacle of life in the game, like he joined Jianzong To become a true disciple is to take advantage of an information gap to snatch a player's friend away.

Does this feel a little cool?
However, the biggest problem is that there is a problem with his mission system.

Its logic is broken, and the tasks triggered are weird. The most outrageous thing is that there is no option for him to accept the task itself, and there are severe penalties for failure.

During the period of rebirth, he successively became lame, dumb, blind, etc. If it is just a temporary negative BUFF on the body, forget it, after all, it will only be a few days at most, and it will be fine if you bear it. But he really couldn't bear the pain of directly erasing his hair.

Whether he is strong or not is a matter of version, and whether he is handsome or not is a matter of a lifetime.

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Qianjun silently came to the sword mound while the senior officials and disciples of Jianzong were waiting.

He glanced at the people around him, and suddenly felt a chill in his head.

Xu Ziyun, the head of the sword sect, Hao Ying, the deputy suzerain, Linghulin, the law enforcement elder, and the rest of the elders, as well as a group of true disciples and core disciples are already waiting here.

A newly promoted Zhenzhuan, who joined because he answered the eternal problem left by the founder of the Kaipai, naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the Sword Sect.

It is conceivable that if the sword he took out in the Sword Tomb this time is too rubbish, or if he is not recognized by any sword at all, there will probably be a lot of trouble.

"It's time, let's go in." At this moment, Linghulin said calmly and looked at Lin Qianjun.

Hearing this, Lin Qianjun couldn't stop complaining, but still bit the bullet and stepped into the sword mound.

Gradually, his figure was also covered by the mist of sword intent in the sword mound.

Not long after, he saw the hilts of swords all over the ground in the sword mound.

These swords are all the swords left by the past lords, elders and true disciples of the Sword Sect. These swords have been born with spirituality in their use and cultivation, and only those who have been approved by them can use them.

Looking at the blue weapons all over the floor, Lin Qianjun couldn't help but lament the profound foundation of Jianzong.

In this game, if the level of things is determined according to the color, there are seven levels of white, blue, blue, red, purple, orange, and gold. It can reach the blue quality, which is already a very good boutique. Here, there is no problem at all with using the initial plane.

Putting his hand on the hilt of one of the swords, Lin Qianjun pulled it out forcefully, but nothing happened immediately.

He couldn't pull out the sword at all, which meant that he hadn't been recognized. In the words of the players, he didn't meet the equipment requirements.

This was expected by Lin Qianjun. It would be strange if the attributes of his initial account, which is the average value of ordinary people, were recognized.

Afterwards, Lin Qianjun tried to pull out the other swords around him, but unfortunately, he couldn't pick up any of them.

He had already planned in his heart that he would get nothing this time, so he wasn't too depressed.

But since they are all here, at least they have to learn more and see what kind of swords are inside.

He continued to go deeper, and the grade of the sword was upgraded from the true sword to the sword of the elders and suzerains of the past.

Many of these people are the arrogance of the era, so there is also a red quality in these swords.

Although there are only a few dozen, this is an initial plane after all, and a sword of red quality can be regarded as a high-quality goods in an intermediate plane, which is already very good.

Looking at it, Lin Qianjun felt itchy in his heart, and couldn't help putting his hand on the hilt of one of the swords.

"Om!!"

The blade of the sword swayed rapidly, shaking Lin Qianjun's palm so badly that he had no choice but to let go of the hilt.

Its state seems to say, you are not worthy!
"Hehe, rubbish! Change to my original full-level large size. I smelt and decompose things like yours into material warehouses!!" Lin Qianjun gritted his teeth bitterly.

Even though he said this, the unwillingness in his heart still made Lin Qianjun a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that surrounded by thousands of swords, there was a sword hilt that was glowing with purple light.

Purple quality?

This is a top-notch sword even in the mid-level plane.

Lin Qianjun instantly felt that he was destined for it.

Perhaps being rejected by other swords is not because they look down on themselves, but because they feel that they cannot climb their own noble soul.

Thinking about it this way, they are actually quite self-aware.

Quickly coming to the purple sword, Lin Qianjun just wanted to reach out to touch it, but thinking about it, he felt that he had touched other swords just now, and his hands were a little dirty, which seemed undignified, so he spit on the palm of his hand and exchanged After rubbing, he reached out to draw the sword.

Seeing that his hand was about to touch the hilt of the sword, a huge repulsion came suddenly.

"boom!"

Lin Qianjun was thrown out viciously. Feeling the pain from his body, he raised his middle finger at the sword from afar.

Damn you, uncle, if you don't let me take it, don't let me take it. Why are you so irritable?

After recovering, Lin Qianjun stared blankly at the high-quality equipment all over the floor.

Are you really going to leave empty-handed?

It's too embarrassing, I'm afraid none of the true biography of Jianzong went back empty-handed, right?

Even if people look down on the sword inside, they will draw out one symbolically to represent their own identity. Why is it like him, who is not recognized by any sword at all?
While in a daze, Lin Qianjun noticed that there was a small sword under the purple sword, but this sword was of white quality.

At this moment, a new story was born in his mind.

In fact, what Wan Jian worshiped was not the purple quality sword, but this white quality sword.

As for why it is of white quality, I am afraid it is a fetish! !
By the way, it must be so.

This is written in most stories, otherwise why would it be placed in such a coincidental place?

Getting up again and walking in front of the purple-quality divine sword, Lin Qianjun smiled at it.

Today you ignore my love and answer, tomorrow I will make you unable to climb high!

Then Lin Qianjun stretched out his hand directly, and put it on the white quality sword beside it.

Hey, not excluded! !

Lin Qianjun was overjoyed, and pulled it out with the momentum.

For a moment, his expression froze.

This—it turned out to be a wooden sword?
He tapped it with his hand, and it was indeed a wooden sword, and it had been a little decayed due to the age. If there were no insects and ants in the sword mound, and there was a mist of sword intent, it might have turned into fly ash long ago .

Is this thing really suitable for Jianzhong?
And it's still such a core position?
Obscure?But he felt that he broke it with a little force, isn't this too self-deprecating?
Could it be that the real sword is actually hidden inside the wooden sword?
Do you want to take it apart?

Lin Qianjun hesitated for a while, but still didn't dare to take a look.

He can't even take away a sword now, and he can explain it with a wooden sword. If he doesn't even have the wooden sword, it would be too shabby.

After looking at the rest of the swords, Lin Qianjun gritted his teeth and walked directly to the outside of the sword mound.

The ugly daughter-in-law always wanted to see her parents-in-law, so as long as he looked calm and put on a little force, he might not be able to fool them.

Outside the sword mound, seeing Lin Qianjun's figure, all the disciples of the Sword Sect became lively.

"He came out, I wonder what kind of sword he is holding?"

"Anyway, he also answered the existence of the words of the patriarch. After all, it must be a divine sword of the same level as "Wang Yuan", right?"

"Wang Yuan? Hey, that's the saber of the previous sword head, can he really get it?"

Listening to everyone's discussion, the elders of Jianzong also set their sights on Lin Qianjun.

The moment he walked out of the mist of sword intent, all the senior leaders of Jianzong also saw the wooden sword in his hand.

For a moment, everyone changed their expressions.

(End of this chapter)