Fang Fan held a piece of cloth and slowly wiped the armor covered in blood.

"Village Chief, the preliminary cleaning of the battlefield has been completed, and one thousand eight hundred and ninety-one first-order beast souls, fifty-seven second-order beast souls, and three third-order beast souls have been harvested." Lin Dong came over with a bag to report, his face was a little gloomy.

"Let it go, wait for Li Mo to enter the account." Fang Fan wiped his armor, but found that Lin Dong had not left for a long time, and he wanted to stop talking.

"What else? Don't spit it out. ”

"Village chief, someone is hiding the beast soul privately."

Fang Fan made a move, and continued to wipe the bloodstains, Fang Qing also walked over and poured water on Fang Fan, having a lot of fun.

Rubbing her hair with Fang Qing's complaining expression.

"I was warning them once that if the scene was handed over, it would be as if nothing had happened.

After that, if you still have the beast soul, drive out of the village, when you bring back the same number of beast souls, when you can come back. Fang Fan said indifferently.

"Yes, village chief." Lin Dong didn't hesitate and strode out of the village directly.

Wow! Wow!

Fang Qing was still splashing water with her little hands to help Fang Fan clean his armor.

As soon as Fang Fan turned around, the indifference on his face disappeared in an instant, and he touched Fang Qing's head dotingly, but she was disgusted and put away.

"Brother, don't touch my head, my hair is messed up again." Pouted in disgust.

"Good, good." Fang Fan agreed, rubbed his small head, and let Fang Qing look at her angrily, and quickly poured water on him.

Fang Fan could still vaguely hear the muttering in her mouth.

Bad brother, pour him, pour him, drown him, no, can't drown brother, oops, it's annoying, what to do.

Qingqing's cute little face became tangled again, making Fang Fan feel amused for a while, and rubbed her head again.

Qing Angry's eyes widened.

"Hahaha."

After wiping off the armor, Fang Fan picked up a bag of beast souls and walked into the barracks, came to the sculpture, and took out a beast soul from his arms.

"Tut-tut, magical, the three-tailed fox actually has a certificate of transfer from a Taoist priest, are they all masters?"

Fang Fan looked at the bead in his hand.

"Transfer Certificate: Taoist Priest.

Available in barracks. ”

"Use!"

The transfer certificate flew out, hung in the air, swelled, turned into a sculptural phantom, slowly descended, and the moment it sat on the ground, it turned into an entity.

A statue wearing a Taoist robe and holding a cinnabar pen appeared in the barracks, along with a group of soldier sculptures, a little peaceful.

However, Fang Fan couldn't care about these at this time, and hurriedly opened the attribute panel of the Taoist priest, if it was really a master, it would not take much, one master would be enough to explain everything.

Taoist Priest (LV1)

Equipment: Cinnabar Pen (LV1), Robe (LV1)

Skill:

Sketch (LV1)

- Fengrui (LV1)

- Rugged (LV1)

Class Change Requirements: 1st Order Beast Soul x10

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows, isn't it a master? Bad reviews.

However, this also seems to be a bit interesting, draw symbols, the last two should be functional symbols that can be drawn, thinking of this, Fang Fan thought thoughtfully.

Draw symbols?

walked out of the barracks and found Li Mo, who was busy with things, he seemed to be doing information registration?

Take advantage of a gap and pull Li Mo out.

"Village Chief, what's the matter?"

Fang Fan nodded and said directly: "I remember that the Academy of Fine Arts is here, do we have students from the Academy of Fine Arts?" ”

"Academy of Fine Arts? Yes, there are dozens of them registered at present, and most of them are girls, beautiful girls. ”

"Okay, you help me find one first, um~, try to find a girl, find the old man in the village." Fang Fan pondered for a moment.

Li Mo nodded, walked away, and it didn't take long for a team of girls to come over.

"Village chief, I'll leave them to you, I'll go and get busy first."

"Go, go, go."

A group of girls looked at Fang Fan curiously, and after Li Mo left, a girl walked over generously.

"Village Chief, do you have anything to do with us?"

"There's a new support class, which has something to do with painting, would you like to try it?"

As soon as Fang Fan said this, their eyes lit up.

"Changing jobs? Good, good, good. He nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, keep up." Fang Fan glanced at it a few times, they were all familiar faces, they were there when the bandits were there before, and their relationship with them was very high.

Fang Fan led people into the barracks, and before entering, he glanced back outside, heard a noisy sound, seemed to be arguing, frowned, and still entered the barracks.

Not long after, a group of female crowns wearing Taoist robes and holding cinnabar pens appeared in front of Fang Fan.

"How does it feel?" Looking at the girls chattering together, Fang Fan asked.

"Very well, I feel like I'm focused, my mind is very clear, and I have a lot of knowledge in my head." One person said crisply.

"What are your specific capabilities?"

"Drawing symbols, I can draw symbols on anything and give them related attributes."

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows.

"Are you sure it's anything?"

"Yes, as long as you can draw a symbol on it, the house will take effect." One of the girls affirmed.

Fang Fan fell into a deep groan, he was a little disappointed when he found out that he was not a Dharma Master and couldn't rub the fireball, but now it seems that this Taoist priest also has a bit of a trick, maybe, it is not worse than the effect of the Dharma Master?

Thinking of this, Fang Fan ran out to find two wooden sticks with thick wrists and handed them to them.

"Draw a sturdy charm on it."

They shook their heads.

"Village chief, you also need ink with aura, uh, the blood of mutant beasts should also be fine, the higher the level, the better."

"Okay, I'll let someone pick it up."

Not long after, several people directly carried back a few mutant beast corpses and threw them in front of them.

Looking at the bloody mutant beasts, their faces did not change, they started directly, squeezed out the blood, and then dipped it on it with a cinnabar pen, and drew it on the wooden stick unfamiliarly.

The first two times seemed to have failed, and after the experience of two failures, she gradually became proficient, and the third time, she succeeded in one fell swoop.

At the moment of success, a yellow light flashed, and an aura was introduced into it.

Fang Fan took the wooden stick and folded it hard.

Click, click!

The wooden stick groaned, and the two ends were broken, but the section of the strong talisman, which was one meter long, could not be broken, and he took out a folding iron knife and slashed at it.

Boom!

A yellow light flashed, and the wooden stick was not cut, but Fang Fan could feel that the talisman was broken.

Sure enough, with the next knife, the wooden stick was directly split.

Seeing such an obvious effect, Fang Fan's eyes flickered, and he ran out directly, and when he came back, he held a piece of mud in his hand, put it on the ground, and piled it up into a mud brick in three or two, the kind that he stepped on as soon as he stepped on it.

"Try again."

The girl in the robe hesitated, but she still succeeded in drawing a strong talisman on it with the blood of the mutant beast.

At the moment of success, Fang Fan felt the aura fluctuate again.

Without saying a word, he picked up the folding iron knife and smashed it with the back of the knife.

Boom! Boom!

Fang Fan's eyes lit up.