System experience officer

Chapter 2182. National Destiny Stall System 9

Sun Wukong: "It's not that bad, is it?"

Han Zifeng replied, "It's true. I'm a bit trickier than them. I'm a summoner, so they couldn't withstand my harm. But it's also true that these survivors may not be able to withstand the harm. It's still necessary to make up for it. Don't just go up with any old village corpse. It's easy to die. Also, those Bodhisattvas in Buddhism basically have several names. If you're not a pure Taoist, you'd better not sign up to compete. If you meet someone who kneels down smoothly, you will lose face."

Sun Wukong: "No way? Have you ever encountered it?"

Zi Feng nodded: "I have encountered this before. The other party summoned Tathagata, and I cursed him directly. The one I summoned was Acala." She spread her hands.

Sun Wukong complained: "Is the arena so wicked?"

Zi Feng complained, "I know of even worse ones. They dealt with the Westerners here, and then, the Myth Arena host made a killing move, and managed to bring the Chinese nation to victory. So, Myth Arena, I almost equate it with unreliability."

Sun Wukong couldn't help but slap his head and complain: "He is indeed an unreliable person, doing unreliable things."

Zi Feng slapped Monkey Brother in the face and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Use your inheritance to teach them lessons, lessons, lessons!"

The two men said in unison: "Okay, let's make up the lessons. We will start tomorrow afternoon and everyone will have make-up lessons." Zi Feng nodded. That's good.

After Zi Feng gave the order, he went back to playing. Even Sun Wukong sighed helplessly. Hu Yong shook his head helplessly. But since they had already given him the hint, he decided to make the arrangements. After everything was done, he asked, "Brother Monkey, where did you get this information?"

Sun Wukong replied: "She asked the superiors, just do as they say and it will be fine." Hu Yong had a rough idea in his mind, so if that was the case, he might as well make up for it.

Hu Yong thought about it and asked, "What if someone spreads the news?"

Sun Wukong complained, "You're competing for your lifespan. You know as much as you want, but you don't necessarily survive to the next level." Hu Yong was speechless. "If that's the case, then it really isn't me. Although I've taken on the task of ascending for you now, you still have to practice diligently to ascend."

Hu Yong promised seriously: "I will work hard to cultivate." If you block the news, it is not certain that you will live to see that day. Sun Wukong said earnestly: "If you have time to think about such unreal things, you might as well think about how to break through yourself.

Sun Wukong complained: "It's useless to say it." Hu Yong was embarrassed. Fortunately, he had read a lot of immortality novels, so he could understand it naturally.

It's time to enter the strange world again, and this time the value is very high. From each country, fifty people who have entered the previous few times without dying or getting injured will be randomly selected to enter. The rule is still to survive for seven days, but this is already a battle royale script.

Zi Feng raised his hand and asked: "Question: Am I considered a player's combat power, or a transparent NPC? Also, the monkey should also be in the transparent NPC camp, right? Unless you don't want to survive for 7 days." Sun Wukong chuckled on the side.

The weird copy on the side also became stupid instantly. It was not for anything else, but because it was careless. Just these two, let alone seven days, not even taking down its copy for more than an hour was a disrespect to their fighting power!

After a brief moment of contemplation, Zi Feng, Sun Wukong, and Hu Yong all became NPCs with no offensive power, even gaining 100% survivability and a passive counterattack buff. This was quite funny, meaning that if you weren't being attacked, you three would just watch the fun, but if you were being attacked, you could fight to the death.

Zi Feng looked at the huge letters on their heads: NPC. Zi Feng breathed in, breathed in, not angry, breathed in, breathed in, very angry. Sun Wukong, standing next to her, had the same reaction as her.

Hu Yong helplessly looked at the oversized NPCs above the three of them, and couldn't help but shake his head, comforting the other two: "Calm down, both of you, calm down. They've done their best, okay?"

Zi Feng cursed in disgust: "You look so stupid, you look at the monkey, don't you want to play with it? It deserves a beating."

Sun Wukong said, "I think it deserves a beating too. How are we going to beat it?" He had already pulled out his stick. Zi Feng, looking at Monkey King's expression, burst out laughing. It was all very Monkey King-like. Zi Feng closed her eyes and sensed the consciousness controlling the vibration. She turned her head to look over. Sun Wukong said nothing, but stretched his stick and stabbed it where Zi Feng was looking.

All the survivors covered their faces, thinking in unison: "It's over, it's over, the kids are angry. Sigh..."

A certain strange world consciousness also felt very hurt. No, no, really, was it really going to be beaten for a disagreement? Didn't it have any dignity? As it turned out, it really didn't have much dignity. Zi Feng suddenly reached out and pulled down, pulling down what looked like a black ball. She pulled it directly down, and Monkey Brother happily picked up the stick and hit it.

The survivors were speechless, and the monsters trembled in fear. What kind of stinking habit was this? They dragged each other out and beat each other over a disagreement? Most infuriatingly, why were these two fighting so well together? At this moment, Black Ball, who had been dragged down by Zi Feng, was being beaten in front of everyone. It was a mixed doubles match, and the surrounding monsters and survivors alike were all certain that these two were truly unhappy.

They didn't let go until they'd had their fill of the fight. The strange origin ball whined, "I've been bullied, whined." When it disappeared, the game continued. This was a crazy school version. Sleeping in class, talking, not gathering for exams, all led to the teacher's silencing.

That's fine, but these teachers also molest students, regardless of gender. Zi Feng and Sun Wukong read the revised introduction, and they calmly struck each other. Sun Wukong roared, "Stand on the left for Weird, and stand on the right for Survival."

He yelled, "Play!" Regardless of anything else, the humans who entered all stood still, awaiting their orders. As for the strange obedience, there were still some. After all, there were still quite a lot of students in the school. Seeing that most of the students had come out, and only two teachers had come out, Zi Feng gave Sun Wukong a look, and Sun Wukong swung his stick and smashed it mercilessly, razing everyone to the ground.

The weird origin was depressed, and the little black ball popped out and said, "Hey, hey, hey, this is not how you play."

Zi Feng complained: "I've already done you a disservice by not summoning the thunder tribulation for you. What kind of people are you? If you can survive, you'll live. If you can't, you'll be dragged to the underworld."

The little black ball of weird origin curled its lips and said, "That's right, they've all been dragged to the underworld. The underworld doesn't want them, so they all belong to our weird world."

Zi Feng nodded, still curiously asking, "By the way, what on earth do you make these weird things for?"