Fantasy: I am in the desert, but the system lets me be the city lord

Zhou Lin rubbed his eyes vigorously, and walked towards the outside cursing.

There are four paintings in total.

As he expected.

The first painting has one more needle.

Yan Zhengyang stared, his face full of shock.

"My... my lord, you... have you finished reading?"

"Nonsense, what am I going to do if I haven't finished reading it? I'm the one who wants to become a million-dollar sword!"

Zhou Lin was full of disdain.

Needles are ugly.

It's ugly!

But for sword practice.

No idea!

"My... my lord, it is really terrifying!"

Yan Zhengyang gasped.

Zhou Lin:? ? ?
I've never seen you flatter like this in person before!
Don't you know that I'm good, now start shooting?
"My lord, do you know how long those five teenagers have been watching here?"

"how long?"

Zhou Lin immediately became interested.

There is no harm without comparison.

The same reason.

Without comparison, you don't know how awesome you are!

"On this floor, Zhou Wen is the fastest, but he also watched for two hours!"

"The slowest is Zhou Shi, I read three hours!"

I wipe, so long?
In my day, was it the kind of movie that never fast-forwarded?
What a ruthless person!
When those people come back, they have to be brainwashed, and they must not go astray!
"And my lord, you only watched it for more than ten breaths... so, it is enough to prove your talent in swordsmanship!"

Yan Zhengyang became extremely excited again as he spoke.

Zhou Lin pouted.

It turns out that practicing swordsmanship is so simple?

I said earlier, I have come to see it a long time ago, what underwear are you doing?

Really!

Follow the stairs to the fourth floor.

Zhou Lin went in again.

There are also four murals.

first vice.

Zhou Lin saw ten needles.

But the second one.

Zhou Lin was dumbfounded.

I saw that the very center of the whole painting was full of needles!

In fact, these needles are all shrunken swords.

The reason why it is so small.

It's because if you don't paint smaller ones, you can't fit so much in the mural!
Zhou Lin's eyes widened vigorously.

He has experience now.

If he can't accurately see how many swords are on it, his spirit will not be able to get out of the mural.

Zhou Lin didn't dare to blink his eyes, but his mind started to move rapidly.

"One, two, three, four..."

"Five, six, seven or eight..."

"Nine, ten, and eleven..."

"It's all gone in the blink of an eye..."

"Damn it, how about I recite poetry?"

Zhou Lin cursed in his heart.

With this distraction, he stopped counting after counting to the second.

"one two three four five six seven……"

After counting one row, he blinked and continued to look at the second row.

"Huh? There are also seven pieces in a row?"

"The arrangement is so neat, there should be seven of them, right?"

"Then see how many rows there are?"

"one two three four five six seven……"

"Horse eggs, there are seven rows vertically!"

"This f*ck is still counting hairs, isn't this seven seven 49?"

When the number 49 appeared in Zhou Lin's mind.

He immediately felt the mural in front of him suddenly disappear, and his consciousness returned to his body!

Subconsciously, he looked at the second painting.

"Hey, it's also square and square, but it's a little more than the first painting. Hehe, I'll count it!"

The second painting has eight rows in total, eight pieces in each row.

"Eight eight 64!"

brush!
Zhou Lin heard the voice of nothingness.

Then, he looked at the third officer!

"what?"

He was immediately happy.

"Nine-nine 81! Damn, although I was poor in geometry, functions, algebra, and equations before, but the multiplication table is very good at it!"

Amidst Zhou Lin's loud laughter, he escaped from the third painting and looked at the fourth painting!
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be ten eleven hundred?"