Fantasy: Simulate Everything, Emperor Heavy Pupil at the Start

on the square.

That elder, the volley Lotus Position, aroused many people's hearts and aroused the passion of cultivating in their hearts.

This is the king of practice!

at the same time.

Outer Sect disciples focused more on the ten beams of light.

Some people's eyes were slightly lost, and their cheeks gradually flushed.

"Last year's Outer Sect competition only required 80,000 kilograms of attack power, but now it needs 100,000 kilograms!"

Someone is puzzled.

The attack power of 100,000 kilograms is the standard for the strength of the blood-moving realm Tenth Stage, that is to say, if the blood-moving realm Ninth Stage has no special means...

It is very likely that he will be eliminated directly at the beginning of the comparison!

Many people lost their minds and worked hard for a year.

Some people left the scene helplessly, apparently knowing how much they weighed.

Now.

As soon as the rules were announced, four or five hundred people left, and the atmosphere was instantly suppressed.

"Humph!"

"A group of cowards, they left without even the courage to test, they are extremely wasteful, let me punch first!"

at this time.

Above the square, a burly young man snorted coldly and spoke with disdain.

He moved the Ninth Stage to the Cultivation Base, but there were thunder arcs beating between the blood and blood, which was obviously not bad and had special means.

Boom!

He threw a punch, and the air roared.

Above the beam of light, the light flickered, and a number appeared.

"Nine thousand nine!"

When they saw this value, the people around couldn't help but laugh.

A little embarrassing!

The sturdy boy was also stunned. He rubbed his eyes, fucked, and punched again.

"Break for daddy!"

The sturdy young man roared, his face flushed red.

boom!

A punch fell, the thunder arc jumping above the muscles became more and more obvious, and the blue veins were agitated, as if they were about to jump out.

"Nine thousand ninety-nine!"

One final number remains.

this moment!

The audience was silent, and even Jiang Chen looked strange.

It also……

Too back!

"I don't believe it, you are making fun of me!"

The sturdy boy is crazy.

He waved his fist again and kept falling.

A punch fell, but the value was getting lower and lower.

puff!

In the end, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"fail!"

"Take it away!"

A voice came from the sky, cold and ruthless.

now.

Those who were about to laugh suddenly froze, and their faces were serious, even if it was just the slightest!

One hundred thousand kilograms must be attacked.

Subsequently.

People began to test one after another.

"One hundred thousand one!"

"pass!"

"..."

"Five thousand and three!"

"fail!"

...

"Eighty-six!"

"fail!"

...

"Nine thousand!"

"fail!"

...

One by one Outer Sect disciples began to test.

With the sound of failure, many other people couldn't help but face snow white and were extremely nervous.

The failure rate is too high!

Only those from the Tenth Stage Cultivation Base can make it through.

And now there is none below Tenth Stage.

"One hundred and fifty thousand!"

"pass!"

Suddenly.

A sound passed to attract the attention of the people around, and suddenly there was an uproar.

"This is the fluctuation of the early stage of Ninth Stage's blood-moving realm. He actually cut out 150,000 kilograms of attack power with one strike!"

Someone was stunned.

One after another, eyes were projected, and they looked at the young man holding a big sword. His face was cold, his body was straight, and he was dressed in black.

As soon as you hit your face, you can feel a faint saber aura.

"It's really interesting, if you give him some time, maybe there is a chance to understand the prototype of the sword..."

not far away.

Xue Li, the first person in Outer Sect, spoke lightly, with a pair of bloody eyes watching.

But soon his eyes were on another figure in white.

Jiang Chen!

This is his worthy opponent.

A mere blood-moving realm, Ninth Stage, is just an interesting person, and it just attracts his attention.

"Jiang Chen, I don't know when you will shoot..."

"The First Stage can blast out a million kilograms of power, how much are you?"

Xue Li was quite looking forward to it and wanted to compete with him.

Beside the young blademan, a blue-clothed youth passed by silently, and stopped in the distance soon after.

He took out a Feng Shui compass, which was rusted and even had some sword marks.

If you look at it from other people's perspectives, it seems that the boy in blue is looking at the palm of your hand, but in fact he is staring at Feng Shui compass.

gradually……

In the eyes of the young man, lines of text appeared.

That's cyan text.

"White, cyan, blue, red, purple, gold, and purple-gold, there are seventh-level luck levels in total. I've seen so many white lucks, but cyan luck is rare!"

The boy murmured, showing a smile.

He has a fair appearance and looks very ordinary, as if he can be found in a crowd of people, but his eyes are shining with brilliance from time to time.

He looked at the blue text and read it out slowly in his heart.

"Recent opportunity: In the third cabinet of Wanling Pavilion, at the position of No. 300, I got a mysterious Saber Technique, which is even more powerful, and successfully realized the prototype of the sword!"

The Feng Shui compass text slowly dissipated, and the boy also put away the Feng Shui compass.

His name is Ye Wenqiu!

With a Feng Shui compass, you can see other people's own luck, and according to the luck, you can then show the other party's recent opportunities through the Feng Shui compass.

Then proceed to plunder!

"If there is a protagonist of destiny, then I will be prosperous!"

Ye Wenqiu was thinking in his heart.

His mission is to harvest those destiny protagonists, intercept their luck and fortune, and then turn them into his own.

He is a natural villain, the old enemy of the son of fortune.

"Let me see if there are any sons of fortune present, generally speaking...they are most likely hidden in the Outer Sect small competition, ready to make a blockbuster through this!"

Ye Wenqiu sneered.

He is a proper villain to suppress these ignorant protagonists.

Subsequently.

He kept testing with Feng Shui compass, and finally the power of Feng Shui compass fell on Jiang Chen.

at the moment of contact.

boom!

Straws of purple-golden light emerged from the Feng Shui compass, and immediately filled the entire sky. Ye Wenqiu seemed to see the sky burst.

Nine purple gold dragons of luck circled in the void, always shrouding the boy in white.

Let him be like a holy son of Sacred Land, king over here, overlooking all the disciples around him, independent of the world, and peerless!

"This……"

"This is!!!"

Ye Wenqiu was excited.

Those visions can only be seen by him with Feng Shui compass.

He was taken aback by this luck.

He felt that his own Feng Shui compass was extremely hot, as if being burned by the other party's luck.

"The most advanced Zijin Qiyun, a proper son of fortune!"

"Haha, finally found it."

"What a fat leek!"

Ye Wenqiu was ecstatic.

He was excited.

As a villain, his own luck is mediocre, only the third-level blue color, which he has worked so hard to plunder from others.

"It seems that I can smash the wool from his body, and constantly suppress the son of fortune, so as to use the Feng Shui compass to transfer the fortune to me..."

"Instead, let my luck turn purple gold!"

Ye Wenqiu thought.

"Let me see, what are your recent opportunities..."

Ye Wenqiu gradually revealed a cold smile.