Gao Wu: I am invincible now that I have connected to the Immortal Gate.

The two of them were in a mess, but the two of them were in a mess.

Yun Tianlong looked at Qi Feng with a complicated expression, "Student Qi Feng, in fact, you can already graduate from the cold weapon training course."

"Because your swordsmanship has already reached a high level, the only thing missing is actual combat... By the way, you haven't hurt anyone with your sword, right?"

Qi Feng shook his head, "No."

"No."

Yun Tianlong shook his head, "I can smell the blood on you!"

"Because I have killed monsters."

As soon as Qi Feng said this, there was an uproar at the scene again.

Yun Tianlong's mouth twitched, "What level of monster?"

Qi Feng thought for a moment and said lightly, "Three."

Qi Feng can control the flying sword Yuanhong and kill monsters at the primary war god level.

But such a record is indeed a bit shocking, so Qi Feng decided to hide it.

"I see, it's already very good."

Yun Tianlong looked at Qi Feng with admiration, "The best place for you to go now is the credit task center, the martial saint inheritance tower, or the cold weapon training room!"

"In a word, let your sword see more blood, so that you will have more different insights!"

Credit task center!

Martial saint inheritance tower!

Cold weapon training room!

Qi Feng wrote down the three places mentioned by Yun Tianlong, and then bowed slightly to Yun Tianlong.

"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Yun."

Yun Tianlong waved his hand awkwardly. He could only give such guidance...

On the first day, he announced that the swordsmanship class had graduated!

He had been a swordsmanship instructor at the Fourth Martial Arts University of Zhongshenzhou for so many years, but this was the first time he had encountered such a student.

He was simply a peerless monster!

The King of Martial Arts in the College Entrance Examination was indeed so terrifying!

Afterwards, Qi Feng put the training sword back to its original place and turned to leave.

When passing by Lei Batian, he said earnestly, "Work hard. In fact, it doesn't matter whether you choose a cold weapon major with me or not, because... I can't accompany you."

"Come on."

After that, Qi Feng left without looking back.

Lei Batian stood there with his mouth open.

Now in his heart, Qi Feng was simply...

a god-like figure!

And the dumbfounded old students, the next moment after Qi Feng left, suddenly burst into a burst of intense exclamations and discussions.

…

“Credit Mission Hall, Martial Saint Heritage Tower, Cold Weapon Training Room…”

Qi Feng recalled the campus map of the Fourth Martial Arts University of China, and connected these three places in his mind, outlining the shortest route.

Qi Feng’s telekinesis spread out, his face was calm, and he was actually listening to their conversation.

“Bandages, hemostatics, wound medicine, dry food, etc. need to be prepared. You never know when they will be used.”

“It’s not necessary. We don’t have to go out in the wild for this mission.”

“What if that guy just finds a deep mountain forest and sneaks in?”

The three seniors seemed to be preparing to capture someone and were discussing the preparations before the mission.

Qi Feng kept hearing them walk out of his telekinesis coverage, and then he withdrew his telekinesis.

At this time, a building similar to a library appeared in front of him.

At the entrance of the building, it was written: Student Mission Management Center of the Fourth Martial Arts University of China.

Qi Feng swiped his student ID at the door and walked into the mission center.

There was a lot of traffic in the central hall, almost all of them were seniors in their third and fourth years.

This can be seen from all aspects. The sophomores still have youthfulness, the juniors almost have none, and the seniors are full of the air of experienced people.

There are many windows in the mission center hall, and a huge LCD screen is hung in the middle, with task information scrolling on the screen.

Some of them look like the flight notices of high-speed rail stations and airports. Many people stand below, watching and discussing with each other.

Qi Feng also walked up and mixed in the crowd to check.

"Level 1 three-star mission, capture a high-level soldier who is on the run. If there is a murder case, kill him if necessary."

"Mission requirements: senior soldier or above, with certain practical experience, mission reward, 500,000 cash, 5 credits!"

"Level 2 three-star mission, capture a junior general who is on the run. If there is an accomplice, there is a murder case, kill him if necessary."

"Mission requirements: intermediate general or above, with rich practical experience, mission reward, 2 million cash, 20 credits (depending on the number of suspects killed)!"

"Level 4 one-star mission, capture fugitives..."

Qi Feng looked at it for a while and was a little confused, "Why are all the missions to capture fugitives and suspects?"

An old student wearing a basketball uniform turned around and looked at Qi Feng with a surprised look.

"Is this your first time to take a mission? All the missions in the morning are wanted criminal missions, monster missions are released in the afternoon, and other missions are released in the evening.

After the old student finished speaking, he looked Qi Feng up and down, his expression gradually became more surprised, "Why do you look like a freshman? A freshman?"

Qi Feng didn't say anything, but nodded to show that he understood.

He turned and walked to a task window, and said to a girl who was staring at the computer screen inside: "I want to take a mission."

The people who are responsible for handling tasks in the mission center are all students in the school, usually sophomores.

The girl glanced at Qi Feng hurriedly, "Which one? What is the mission number?"

Qi Feng looked back at a mission at the top of the display screen and reported its mission number.

The girl tapped the keyboard and suddenly screamed, "S-level mission? Are you sure? !"

Qi Feng asked back, "Are there any missions higher than S-level? "

The girl's expression suddenly turned cold, "Classmate, I warn you, if you deliberately come to tease me, I can report to the school and deduct your credits!"

Qi Feng frowned slightly, "Why, isn't this the window for accepting tasks?"

The girl pointed to a string of text on the computer screen.

"S task requires one's own strength to reach above the advanced general, full credits for cold weapon courses, and strong practical ability. Are you satisfied? !"

Qi Feng didn't waste time talking to her, and directly slapped the advanced general ID card on the counter.

"Look for yourself!"

The girl picked up the card, put it in front of her eyes and looked at it for a long time, and then looked at Qi Feng with disbelief.

"Is this yours? !"

Qi Feng asked expressionlessly, "Is it yours?"

After speaking, Qi Feng turned around, and the white and slender five fingers were lingering with platinum-colored energy that seemed to be real, flashing a dazzling glow.

"Do you want me to punch you and try? "

The girl met Qi Feng's cold eyes, trembling all over, and said with a stiff face, "The task also requires that the credits of the major cold weapon subject must be full..."

"Just an hour ago, my swordsmanship teacher Yun Tianlong just admitted that I graduated!" Qi Feng interrupted coldly, "I think the credits will be counted soon!"

The girl nodded stiffly, "Then take out your student ID and I'll register it."

"All tasks above S level need to be approved by the school leaders. You can't just accept them if you want to. Whether to give it to you or not is up to the school leaders!"

Qi Feng handed over his student ID with an indifferent expression.

The girl took the student ID handed over by Qi Feng with both hands, took a closer look, and was shocked.

"You...you are Qi Feng? !"