Awakening on the Mid-Autumn Festival, starting with a hundred times the crit!

Chapter 36 Is this what you said?
The reporter frowned, looked at the leaderboard in shock and said.

"Wow, the difference between No.1 and No.2 is too much."

"This Ye Feng is really a freshman, didn't he come here pretending to be an old student? The number of ghosts killed is outrageous, three times that of No.2!"

"However, the number of his solar term fragments is not three times that of No.2. It's really a bit unlucky."

Ye Feng looked at the list and continued to drink drinks calmly.

Not long after, his phone started vibrating crazily.

When I opened it, I saw that all the classmates were chatting with him in the group.

[@叶锋 Fuck, Ye Feng, you are too fierce, killing more than 400 ghosts, how did you do it? 】

[The number of fragments is outrageous, and luck is too bad. 】

[Ye Feng, the instructor told you to cheat because you were hiding, and didn't tell you to go crazy. 】

[Come out, Brother Ye, from today on I will call you Brother Ye, the Zhongyuan solar term is fierce. 】

He didn't reply to the messages in the group.

Because Liu Wanwan chatted with him in private.

[Ye Feng, is this what you said is similar to me?Just killing monsters is several times more than me...]

At this moment, Liu Wanwan, who was sitting on the head of the bed, had fallen into a situation of doubting her life.

The hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

She was speechless watching this scene with clear eyes.

And began to think carefully, whether to change the object of pursuit in the future.

Taking Ye Feng as the goal, I'm afraid I will die from exhaustion.

She worked hard all day and killed more than 300 ghosts.

Ye Feng killed more than 400 people, and he still seemed to be fine. How could he chase them?Go after it...

Ye Feng thought for a while, then replied.

[The ranking is determined by the number of fragments of the solar term origin, which is about the same, only about thirty. 】

Soon, there was another private chat.

It's Li Yang.

【Brother Ye, you are a bit fierce, but this luck is too bad, you killed more than 400 ghosts, and only about [-] fragments? 】

Ye Feng replied leisurely.

[Who knows what's going on. 】

He didn't read the remaining few private chat messages, and continued to look up at the TV to seduce his eyes.

The reporter, Bingbing, probably encountered such an outrageous scene for the first time. After a while, she smiled sweetly and said to the camera.

"But we have to remember, whether you can be on the list and enter the top ten depends on the number of fragments."

"Here, I hope that Ye Feng's luck will return to normal in the future, and don't be unlucky again."

After watching it for a while, Ye Feng left in front of the TV, picked up the toiletries, and prepared to wash and go to bed.

Fortunately, this room has a small bathroom.

After washing up, Ye Feng let the TV keep ringing to dilute the screams outside.

Occasionally, the sound of loud fighting can be heard.

In the Peking University community of the festival mall, many posts broke out that night, all about the rankings of the freshmen competition.

One of the hottest posts included a screenshot of the leaderboard.

Someone did a series of analysis on this screenshot.

"Actually, you don't need to quarrel. Ye Feng was originally a top-level solar term in the freshmen, and it was also the ghost festival, the kind that can ward off ghosts."

"It belongs to the kind with strong fighting power. One person is equivalent to many people."

"Thinking about it now, his strength should have reached D-level, otherwise he wouldn't have summoned so many ghosts."

"The main reason is that his luck is too bad. The probability of exploding the fragments of solar terms is so low that his own mother doesn't even know him!"

Below are the replies from many Peking University alumni.

They are all discussing enthusiastically.

"I'm from the ghost department. The probability of this fragment is indeed a little low, but from the perspective of probability, it's not impossible."

"Is it the lowest probability in history for you upstairs? In my opinion, he used it up in his own practice."

"It's really a cowhide. It's too stupid to consume the things that determine the ranking as cultivation objects!"

At the same time, in the second trial area, in the No. [-] base.

Bai Xing, who was ranked second, watched the discussion on this post without any fluctuation in mood.

There was a hint of red in his eyes, and his hands were blue.

After awakening to the Massacre Memorial Festival, his mind has been eroded.

Only by killing, only by killing can one become stronger.

Bloom in the killing, dance on the tip of the knife.

It was a strong resentment from the heart of the nation.

This solar term is also very famous. There was once a person who awakened this festival, who was born in a crack in space, and killed all the ghosts and dared not come out.

Killing the madman directly, a strong resentment erupted, which made his combat power hundreds of times again, slaughtering Sakura Island abruptly, shocking the world.

Bai Xing closed the post, sat cross-legged on the bed and prepared to sleep.

He didn't care if he was number one, as long as he could be in the top ten, it was fine if he could make him kill.

Tian Lulu, ranked third, is a lovely girl. She is one of the few people who awakens two solar terms at the same time, one for Easter and one for Qixi Festival.

Both are top tiers.

Her luck was against the sky, and she both showed the most powerful special weapons and special abilities of the two.

In other words, under normal circumstances, she can be resurrected after she dies.

Qixi Festival is a festival of double cultivation. Choosing a man as her cowherd can double the fighting power of both parties.

The deeper the love for each other, the stronger the fighting power.

She stared at Ye Feng's name on the leaderboard and whispered softly.

"Hungry Ghost Festival, Ghost Festival..."

The night passed quickly.

In the early morning of the next day, the warm sunlight came on Ye Feng's body through the glass.

Not long after, he was woken up by the warm sun.

Then he rolled over and went back to sleep.

Sleeping late is one of the great things in life.

In school, there are not many opportunities to sleep in, so you must enjoy it here.

It wasn't until noon that he stretched himself out.

Most people have already set off at this time.

There are only a small number of people who fish, and they play black games in the base.

After Ye Feng had lunch, he also set off.

He felt that the fourth critical strike stage should be able to be swiped out. After returning to school, except for the bug of the card system, it might not be so convenient to swipe.

Be sure to brush it out here!
Isn't it just three thousand crit points? !

After walking for a while, the sky was no longer visible, and it was still gloomy.

The entire sky was shrouded in a thick layer of black air.

This time, he wanted to find a comfortable place to lie down to brush, because he was too tired from sitting all the time.

After turning over a mountain, a beautiful lake came into view, with a large area.

However, in the middle of the lake, there is a group of people standing on a boat desperately fighting against the ghosts that keep pouring out.

One of them was overjoyed when he saw Ye Feng, and hurriedly shouted.

"Brother, wait a minute, give me a hand, our watch is broken!"

"We have hundreds of shards and thousands of season points for you!"

(End of this chapter)