All People Simulate: I Become The Villain Of Destiny

Child of Destiny.

In layman's terms, it is the protagonist.

The Overworld has studied that these people are the lucky ones chosen by the will of the world.

They are blessed with great fortune, and everything they do is to promote the main theme of the world.

For example, smiling proudly.

As a low-martial arts world, the main theme is not martial arts.

It's a struggle for power.

Yu Canghai at the beginning, Zuo Lengchan in the middle period, let me go, Yue Buqun in the later stage, Chong Xuan and Fang evidence in conspiracy theories.

Everybody is fighting.

Only the protagonist Ling Hu Chong, who has no intention of fighting and advocating freedom.

The husband is indisputable, so the world can not fight with it.

So in the end, the one who smiled proudly was Ling Hu Chong, who never thought about fighting from the beginning.

But now....

"If I want to change my life against the sky, I already have the strength, but it's not enough."

"So I need to rely on the system to harvest the simulation points."

Su Mo's eyes flickered, looking at the bottomless cliff of Nanfeng, thinking about how to treat Ling Hu Chong.

The evening breeze is light, even though it is summer, but here is the peak of the wild goose.

Ning Zhong still felt a little cold, and subconsciously said, "

Senior brother, it's not too early,

why don't you go back to the room first?"

Ning Zhongze's voice was very soft, like fine silk caressing his heart.

Su Mo nodded, led her in front, and said gently:

"Senior sister, when I go back to the room later, you and I will discuss some martial arts essences, maybe you can take you to the next level, junior sister."

"Thank you, brother."

......

The next day, the morning sun was slightly dewed.

Su Mo stayed awake all night and climbed the Siguo Cliff early.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the cave, Su Mo heard Feng Qingyang's dissatisfied question.

A strong wind blew, and the wind with a childish face had already appeared behind him.

It's just that Su Mo couldn't figure it out that he was still in good spirits when he left yesterday, and his face was ruddy.

How can he have a pair of panda eyes and a haggard face, like those craftsmen who did more than 30 needlework in a day in his previous life.

Su Mo suddenly had an idea in his mind, and his eyes looked at Feng Qingyang strangely, it seemed that this old man was a lot old and still a single dog.

Don't you see your own Laning Zhongze's hand yesterday, you are full of anger, and you haven't slept all night, right?

Su Mo asked with some curiosity

, "Uncle Feng has not slept all night,

and he has languished so much?"

Feng Qingyang's face sank, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Su Mo in a daze:

"Are you really in the congenital realm?"

He thought about it for half the night, but he still couldn't figure it out.

If Su Mo just broke through, Feng Qingyang could still comfort himself, it was nothing more than a breakthrough in Zixia's divine skills, which drove him to cultivate and improve Yunyun.

But on the contrary, Su Mo also comprehended the artistic conception!

He stepped into the innate twenty years with a clear style, comprehended the Dugu Nine Swords, and lived alone in seclusion for twenty years, but he could only comprehend the rudiments of sword intent.

The wind is clear and a little unwilling.

Could it be that it is really better to practice swords than to practice qi, and the Sword Sect is wrong?

"The disciple broke through by luck, but he didn't disgrace the teacher."

The corners of Su Mo's mouth turned up slightly.

People don't pretend to be forced, what's the difference between them and salted fish?

Hiss -

the wind is clear and gasps for cold air, suddenly dumbfounded, his hair is all open, he has enough internal strength, and shouts:

"Zh!"

The sound was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the cyan internal force turned into a small sword and spat out, and a clever sword move attacked Su Mo.

Heh~

Su Mo chuckled, as if he had been prepared, and with a flick of his wide-sleeved robe, a white paper folding fan fell into his hand.

Crash!

The white fan opened, waving his hand at Feng Qingyang, and the lilac internal force gathered and dispersed like a cloud, easily blocking the small sword.

Su Mo smiled: "Uncle Feng, you, an old man in his seventies, attacked my junior, isn't it good?"

"If it spreads, I'm afraid it will be said that people don't talk about martial arts."

Su Mo's words were sincere, and he seemed to really care about this lonely old man.

But the wind clears and doesn't care.

It's just that his lips are slightly open, and his eyes are dull looking at the lilac clouds that ring around Su Mo.

The internal force is separated from the body, gathering qi and transforming into shape, looking at Su Mo's easy-to-do and effortless appearance, Feng Qingyang smiled bitterly.

"You really broke through to the innate realm, and that artistic conception must be true."

Immediately, Feng Qingyang smiled miserably, his eyes were cloudy, and his straight waist was slightly stiffened.

"Heh~ ridiculous, really ridiculous. Back then, both the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect called the old man a genius, saying that it was rare to meet in a hundred years..."

"But in the end, it's not as good as you, a mediocre talent, heh! It's ridiculous. "

Mediocrity....

Su Mo can't be denied, you scolded Yue Buqun, what does it matter to me Su Mo?

Rolling his eyes vaguely at Feng Qingyang, Su Mo said

, "Uncle Feng, this time the juniors came,

but there was something to ask for."

"What?"

Feng Qingyang's expression was gloomy, his tone was low, and his back was to Su Mo.

"Please come down the mountain!"

Thinking about the steep wind on the cliff, he rolled into the cave and whined.

Feng Qingyang turned his head and didn't look at Su Mo, just looked at Huashan.

After a long silence, it turned into a sigh.

"Okay."

“...... Also, although the old man is not as good as you, the battle of sword qi... My Sword Sect has not lost! The

wind Qingyang suddenly turned around, the sleeves of his clothes flew with the sound of a fierce wind, and his sharp eyes were shining, looking directly at Su Mo:

"When the old man finds a good apprentice, he will go to Huashan again to ask for advice!"

"At that time, I will definitely fight with you!"

Gan!

Su Mo's expression froze, the apprentice Feng Qingyang was looking for, then his mother must be the son of destiny!

He has planned the plot.

After the wind cleared and passed on the art, he went to Huashan, was defeated by himself, and died depressed or killed on the spot.

Then the Son of Destiny avenged the division and hit Huashan....

Is this a beaver?

This Ganges beaver!

With a flash of lightning in his mind, Su Mo smiled bitterly, "

Uncle Feng misunderstood me."

"Let Uncle Feng go down the mountain in order to bring the disciples of the Sword Sect back to the mountain."

"This sword qi dispute, in my opinion, is just a trick to make my Huashan infighting."

"Uncle Shi must not mention this matter again, so as not to be used by people with intentions and repeat the mistakes of the past."

When Feng Qingyang heard this, his expression was awe-inspiring, and his whole body was full of breath, and he asked with a straight face: "Is the battle of sword qi a trick of the gangsters?" "

Isn't it your two ancestors, both stupid talents who are being used by others?"