God of War System

Chapter 145 Thunder Dungeon Blackboard Eraser 【Ask for a monthly pass】

Hearing the sound of the system, Ye Tian slowly opened his eyes, exhaled lightly, and then a wisp of pale white mist rose slowly and finally dissipated.

"Start the lottery."

"A random lottery draw is in progress...Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the enhanced ninjutsu: Thunder Dungeon, Black Spot Poor!"

"Lei Tun Blackboard Eraser? Electric Teacher? Yang Yongxin?...This name..." Ye Tian's mouth twitched slightly with a huge imagination.

"Ding! Remind the host that this ninjutsu is called black spot difference, not blackboard eraser. It is equivalent to the earth-level intermediate martial skill on the plane. Once released, it can condense the black lightning into a leopard shape, causing a lot of damage to the enemy and strengthening the general effect." : The host can detonate the leopard while it is running, releasing a large area of ​​lightning."

"With the host's current strength, detonating ninjutsu can only paralyze enemies in the same area, but cannot cause much damage."

"Okay, but this is the first time I've seen a strengthened ninjutsu. The attack power of a single skill is high, and the group skills can be controlled. The effect seems to be good. It is a ninjutsu that is unexpected."

Ye Tian smiled. Although the martial arts ninjutsu of the thunder attribute is not as powerful as the metal attribute, it is very fast. It can be regarded as a weakened version of the fusion of the metal attribute and the wind attribute.

The attribute that all warlike martial artists want to gather most is the thunder attribute, because in battle, the thunder attribute martial element is much more powerful than the metal attribute.

"By the way, Erbo, Tianwu Continent clearly respects strength, why would anyone study poetry? Could it be to cultivate sentiment?" Thinking of the poetry club mentioned by Bai Mingxuan, Ye Tian couldn't help being curious.

"Remind the host that there are currently four branches of cultivation in the world. Those who practice Confucianism, they focus on studying poetry and poetry, and cultivate Confucianism from it, so as to help break through the realm.

Buddhist practitioners comprehend the power of the scriptures, and the Buddha Yuan produced can replace Wu Yuan for combat.

Demon cultivators are the most powerful, but condensing demon energy can easily make people lose their original character and shorten their lifespan, so not many people are willing to cultivate demons.

Most of them are martial practitioners. Because of their strong comprehensive combat power and diversified cultivation, they seem casual and not boring. Compared with Confucianism and Buddhism, their breakthroughs are easier. "

"Oh, let me say, why would someone study poetry in this kind of world, and it turns out that it is for cultivation... Er Bo, if I want to join the Poetry Club at night and be recognized as a master of poetics by everyone, will there be any achievement rewards?"

"Ding! As long as there are thirty Confucianism practitioners who sincerely call the host a master of poetics, the host can get a chance to draw a high-level lottery, but the achievement reward is only once."

Ye Tian nodded, and immediately formed the handprint of cultivation, and slowly closed his eyes.

At night, the lonely crescent moon hangs high in the sky, emitting a sad moonlight. The streets of Lingxi City are full of people, and many Confucianism practitioners in white robes of scholars are walking towards a certain mansion.

"Boom boom boom!"

Hearing the knock on the door, Ye Tian stopped his meditation practice and opened the door.

"Brother Ye, it's almost time, we can go to the book club." Bai Mingxuan smiled lightly, and Mo Yan Lengfeng behind him was also getting ready early.

"Okay." Nodding, Ye Tian closed the door, and immediately walked down the stairs of the inn with Bai Mingxuan and the other three.

Because there were people ordering food in the distinguished box, Zheng Yong was not in the lobby, but went to the back kitchen to add the medicinal liquid he had prepared to the dishes.

At this time, there was a beautiful red-clothed woman sitting at the counter. Ye Tian and the others immediately recognized that this woman was Xiaolian, Feng Linyunjian's maid.

"Are the adults used to living in Yongle Building?" Seeing the appearance of Ye Tian and his party, Xiao Lian immediately walked out and bowed respectfully.

"Not bad, the service is very attentive." Ye Tian said with a smile. Every time it was time for meals in the past two days, Zheng Yong would arrange for the servant to deliver some dishes to their room. I don’t feel hungry even if I don’t eat, but it’s not bad to be able to eat these body-building medicinal foods for free.

"By the way, the Dingtai mercenary team shouldn't have come to make trouble these two days, right?

Thinking of the strong attitude of the mercenaries in the past, Ye Tian asked curiously. After all, he killed Ding Chengshan and Tai Guangnian, and it had nothing to do with Yongle Tower. He and Bai Mingxuan didn't leave the door for the past two days, so they don't know if such a thing happened.

"That's not true. The news of Ding Chengshan's death has been completely spread, and the deputy captain has not returned for a long time. About 90 casual repair mercenaries have chosen to leave the team. They are still in the mercenary team base. I'm afraid they won't More than ten people, most of these people are one-star or two-star martial artists, with their strength, they dare not come to Yongle Building to make trouble." Xiao Lian said politely.

"That's good." Ye Tian looked surprised, and then nodded. He didn't expect that the Dingtai mercenary team had so many people. This kind of scale of a hundred people was comparable to some small mercenary groups.

"Also, thanks to the adults for helping the servants, otherwise..." Xiao Lian said gratefully with red eye circles, thinking of Ding Chengshan's evil eyes before, she couldn't help but shudder, and didn't dare to think about it.

"Girl, you don't need to thank me. We still have to participate in the Poetry Club, so we won't chat." Ye Tian waved his hand. He killed Ding Chengshan for the sake of the entire trial team, and he only indirectly helped Xiaolian.

"Okay, adults, go slowly." Xiao Lian saluted and respected Ye Tian and others after they were sent to the door.

Walking on the bustling street, the four of them restrained their aura in order to keep a low profile.

Ye Tian also put the two badges on his chest into the storage ring, but even so, the group of them still attracted the attention of many people walking on the street.

And these eyes basically fell on Mo Yan.

In their eyes, Mo Yan exudes a cool and haughty aura all over her body, just like a lotus flower that cleans itself and is unwilling to join forces with the world.

"Brother Ye, we need to find someone to find out where the mentorship meeting will be held." Bai Mingxuan reminded. Although he knew that Lingxi City would hold a poetry meeting tonight, he didn't know where to attend.

Ye Tian nodded, walked up to a Confucian martial artist, bowed his head and asked, "Dear man, where is the Poetry Club held?"

"Shouldn't you be locals?" The white-robed Confucian was slightly startled when he heard the words, and then he wondered, the poetry club in Lingxi City is held once every six months, and almost everyone in the city knows the location of the banquet, but these few people I don't know, obviously he just came to Lingxi City not long ago.

Afterwards, the white-robed Confucian looked curiously at Ye Tian and his party. When he glanced at Mo Yan, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but because he was obsessed with poetry and prose to cultivate his mood, he didn't stay too long.

"How many people want to join the Poetry Club?" the white-robed Confucian murmured in his heart. The person who asked the question was dressed in the costume of a bounty hunter. Awe-inspiring, there is a person behind her whose muscles are bulging and the robe is bulging. Although the only woman has an amazing face, she is extremely cold and doesn't like to talk. The only person who looks like a scholar is the man in white.

"That's right, we are indeed not from this city, and because we wanted to participate in the Poetry Club, we asked my dear brother about the venue." Ye Tian nodded irresistibly.

Hearing this, the white-robed Confucian came back to his senses, coughed lightly and said with a faint smile, "I don't know if any of you have invitations."

"To participate in the Poetry Club, you must provide an invitation card?" Ye Tian was a little puzzled. It stands to reason that this kind of banquet exchange is all about poetry, not cultivation experience. Shouldn't people from all over the world be able to participate? Why do you need an invitation card?

"The Poetry Friendship Club is held in the Su Family Courtyard. Mr. Su Yi will welcome all Confucians and scholars at the door. If there is no invitation card, you need to recite the poems you created. Only Mr. Su Yi thinks that the people who come here have a certain poetic background. , will make an exception and let it go." The white-robed Confucian said.

"That is to say, if you don't have an invitation or create a poem, you can't participate in the Poetry Club?" Ye Tian frowned slightly, but he also understood. After all, this kind of gathering of literati and refined scholars is afraid of destroying the original poetic mood. , so don't like to invite irrelevant people.

"The Poetry Club is a banquet held for the purpose of exchanging poems and poems. Even the local powerful forces do not invite them. However, alchemists can invite people to enter without invitation." Feeling displeased, he explained carefully instead.

"That's good." After saying that, Ye Tian put the badge of the second-grade alchemist on his chest again, and asked immediately, "This man should also be planning to participate in the poetry club, right? Why don't we go together?"

(End of this chapter)