The online viewers focused on the three on screen, who were discussing how to allocate the guards.
Besides Uncle Jiu, who had his gear, Qin Feng carried a toolbox, and Sister Bao'er was practically empty-handed!
A burlap sack was sticking out, and nobody knew what it contained.
Sister Bao'er, however, was happily explaining:
"I prepared a c-cuan."
The online viewers: ???
What was a "cuan"?
Who knew, she pulled a shovel out of the burlap sack.
The crowd nearly coughed up blood in anger.
"Damn it, just a shovel!!!"
"And it's just a regular shovel!"
"What's she planning to do? Play in the sand?"
Uncle Jiu was also speechless.
But Qin Feng never underestimated Sister Bao'er.
Sister Bao'er continued to introduce her abilities:
"Besides Awei's 18 Forms, what I'm best at is burying people!"
Pfft...
This time, even Uncle Jiu couldn't help it, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Young Qin, what about you? What are you good at?"
Uncle Jiu asked Qin Feng again.
The latter said, "I can pilot a Mecha."
"Me... Mecha... Fine," Uncle Jiu was a man of composure and didn't want to curse. "In that case, I'll guard the front. I'll trouble Qin-ge to guard the second line of defense, and little sister will stay at the gate. What do you two think?"
He left the most dangerous position to himself, letting Sister Bao'er stay in the back.
If the two men died, it wouldn't matter where Sister Bao'er was.
Of course, this was Uncle Jiu's, and the other citizens' perspective.
Qin Feng naturally wouldn't agree; he still needed to grow stronger by increasing his similarity through battles.
"Uncle Jiu, I'm young, and I'm also safe inside the Mecha. I'll guard the front."
Sister Bao'er didn't care.
"I don't mind. Just retreat when you're in danger. With me here, no problem!"
All of Longguo watched as the three live treasures argued, and besides complaining, they could only prepare for the monster's attack.
Just then, the battlefield prompt echoed in everyone's ears.
"Random Talent draw begins. Talents have Gray, White, Green, Blue, Purple, Red, and Gold, with the colors ranked from low to high; attribute point multipliers differ, and the probabilities decrease from high to low. Talents can be upgraded by killing monsters."
"Once a Guardian's Talent is drawn, it cannot be changed."
"Damn, there's a Talent draw?"
"What's this? Let me see!"
"A Gold Talent should be the strongest, and the probability of getting it should be the lowest, right?"
Suddenly, a roulette wheel appeared in front of the Guardians.
Almost all the Guardians couldn't wait to spin the wheel.
Qin Feng was no exception.
"So there's a Talent too? Doesn't that mean I have two golden fingers?"
He spun the wheel, and the Talent lottery began to spin.
The Gray area was the largest, followed by the White area.
The smallest Gold area was barely wider than the lottery pointer.
"Congratulations, you've drawn a Purple Talent, all your physical attributes +20."
Qin Feng frowned. He didn't get Gold!
"Where's my protagonist's halo? Isn't Gold supposed to be for me?"
"Ding, host's self-importance and narcissism +1, Iron Man impersonation similarity +2, reward: all physical attributes +10."
Qin Feng: "emmm… seems like it's not so bad, just increasing similarity. The Gold Talent only gives +50 anyway."
Drawing Gold would grant ten times the physical qualities of a normal person.
Whether it was strength, agility, or endurance, it was all ten times that of a normal person!
While he was muttering, Sister Bao'er giggled:
"Little brother, look at me! I drew White!"
He sounded rather pleased with himself.
Qin Feng was speechless.
"White is only +4."
But, it seemed that no matter what, this tiny boost, even if it were Gold, seemed insignificant to Sister Bao'er.
"This poor Daoist, like Little Brother Qin, is also Purple!"
Uncle Jiu was extremely excited!
In an environment like the National Luck Battlefield, obtaining such an opportunity, he reckoned his Daoist techniques would improve greatly!
"It's good that the spiritual energy here is so rich; it's a good place to cultivate."
"Spiritual energy?"
Qin Feng frowned, about to ask for more details, when Sister Bao'er spoke up: "That's right! I still jio it, it's much easier to breathe here. Lots of Qi."
Seeing Qin Feng's confused expression, Uncle Jiu explained: "Qi, also known as Life Force/Energy. It's also called spiritual energy or primal energy. No matter what you call it, it exists in the world, more or less."
Qin Feng didn't understand them and couldn't feel the existence of Qi.
Anyway, his Mecha was enough for now.
If the similarity continued to increase, and he got the Mark 50 Nano-Mecha, that would be awesome!
That was something that could go head-to-head with the Purple Sweet Potato Spirit, an existence comparable to a god.
Hmph!
If I can cultivate Qi like Uncle Jiu and Sister Bao'er, then even those cultivators from other worlds will have to kneel down and sing "Conquer" when they see me.
"The first wave of the National Luck Battlefield's assault will begin in three hours. Please, Defenders, make your final preparations."
The battlefield notification rang out once more.
Qin Feng suggested, "We still have a few hours. Let's go in and rest for a bit."
Sister Bao'er yawned. "Exactly. I didn't even get to sleep before I was transported here. I'm going to take a nap first."