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If you follow the convention, it should be correct.
It¡¯s just that the system doesn¡¯t seem like a guy who likes to follow routines.
System: "Host, you haven't triggered the conditions to start the upgrade mission yet. As for the trial mission, it's just that this system thinks you are too weak, so it was specially added for you."
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"too weak¡¡"
Qi Le remained silent.
I really didn¡¯t expect that after working for so long, in the eyes of the system, it turned out to be such an evaluation.
But if you think about it carefully, it seems right.
Because Qi Le also knows that in the eyes of the system, his combat effectiveness is really not that good, and his cultivation level is even more unbearable.
Just like the power at the peak of the strong level, the system borrows it whenever it wants.
However, if it comes to Qi Le, if he really faces a powerful person at the peak level, he will definitely not be able to fight back at all.
"Okay, actually you are right, I am indeed too weak."
Qi Le sighed silently without refuting, and then silently walked towards the trial room.
Even the eight dishes for the New Year¡¯s Eve dinner were not in the mood to check.
Because of these words, the system really got to the point.
Without being promoted to the level of a strong person, you cannot truly be called a strong person.
Therefore, it is better to wait until the trial tasks are completed to see the effects of those New Year¡¯s Eve meals.
One step, enter the trial room.
The familiar white space suddenly appeared in front of Qi Le.
"The strongman level trial is starting, please prepare yourself."
"Threetwoone!"
"The trial begins!"
A flash of white light flashed by, and the familiar darkness appeared in front of me again, and then slowly turned back to light.
Soon, the content of this trial was revealed in front of Qi Le.
It is a runway that is neither long nor short, simple and unpretentious, without any unnecessary decoration.
At a glance, you can see where the finish line is. It is a square table with a trophy placed on it.
And Qi Le is standing on the starting line now.
There is no one else around, only Qi Le.
Similarly, there was no sound to prompt the start, there was only an empty runway and the trophy at the end.
"When the trialist reaches the end point, this trial will end."
Just when Qi Le was full of doubts and didn't know what to do, a prompt sounded suddenly.
"Is it enough to just resist the end point? Is this trial so simple?"
Qi Le muttered to himself in disbelief.
"Compared with the previous trials, which were so difficult that Qi Le's iron-clad mentality collapsed several times.
Why does this trial feel like it was given away for free?
This is not a dream.
¡°No, something¡¯s wrong, it definitely can¡¯t be that simple.¡±
Recalling the past trial tasks again, Qi Le made a serious conclusion in his heart.
This shows that the situation is calm and calm, but it is just used to deceive people.
Hidden below, there must be a violent storm.
"It's just that there's really no way to guess what's in these storms without officially entering the trial.
So, once it comes, make peace with it.
Since you have entered this trial space anyway, you will definitely not be able to get out if you don¡¯t complete the trial tasks.
?Then don¡¯t waste time anymore and get started directly.
Qi Le took a deep breath, and then took the first step forward from the starting line.
? ? ? ? In an instant, I felt dizzy.
His consciousness fell into darkness.
When the light appeared in front of Qi Le's eyes again, the simple runway had disappeared.
Instead, there is a long table.
On this table, there is also a large stack of rice paper of poor quality.
Next to the rice paper, there is a somewhat worn inkstone with some ink in it.
Qi Le is sitting behind this long table, holding a paintbrush in his hand. The tip of the pen is full of ink, and he is about to start painting.?
"Thiswhat is going on?"
The sudden scene made even Qi Le, who was accustomed to big scenes, a little stunned.
Painting is a craft.
Although Qi Le is very good at fighting, when it comes to these crafts, he is really not good at it.
So at this moment, Qi Le didn¡¯t know what he should do.
"Hey, painting seller, how much do you charge for painting a painting?"
At this moment, a tall green-skinned man came over and spoke arrogantly to Qi Le.
"Selling paintings? Are you talking about me?"
Qi Le looked at the brush in his hand and had some understanding of his current identity.
However, knowing what identity he is currently playing does not mean that Qi Le is qualified for this identity.
??Without a few years, or even more than ten years of hard practice in pen and ink painting, there will be no results at all.
So Qi Le is very curious.
If this is part of the trial, then what is the purpose of this trial?
"Trial reminder, the identity of the trialist this time is that of a painting seller, and he is required to sell a thousand paintings by virtue of his own skills."
But at this moment, the sound of neither joy nor sorrow suddenly sounded in Qi Le's mind.
It confirmed Qi Le¡¯s suspicion.
"As expected, is it another role-playing trial?"
Qi Le is no stranger to this type of trial, because the last trial involved him playing the role of a traveling doctor.
This time it¡¯s just a change of identity.
And it also adds a little bit of difficulty.
That is to rely on your own skills to play the role of a painting seller.
Rather than like last time, all the knowledge related to the role will be directly instilled.
"That's good, at least I won't have nightmares after I go out."
Qi Le breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Qingpi in front of him and said, "I wonder what kind of painting you want to draw?"
"What kind of painting? Just draw my portrait. Remember to make it look good."
"I am going to take this painting to the matchmaker."
Qingpi held his head high and spoke enthusiastically.
¡°Obviously, it is quite difficult for an idle green-skinned guy like this, commonly known as a street gangster, to find a wife.
So when necessary, you still have to rely on portraits to deceive people.
"It looks better"
Hearing the sound, Qi Le couldn't help but raise his head and take a serious look at Qingpi in front of him.
He has big shoulders and a round waist, an unkempt beard, and a fierce look.
This kind of painting needs to be better-looking. Not to mention Qi Le, a newbie who can't be newer, even those masters of painting will be embarrassed if they come.
But, that¡¯s what it says.
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