I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

"Hey, you heard that no, the little head is killing his mother in order to build a sword."

"Oh... don't talk about it, we know it by ourselves."

"I also heard that a few days ago, a male disciple and her sword were trained, and the result was seriously injured!"

"No, is it so heavy?"

"So, no one dares to approach her now..."

Liu Qianmiao sat on the steps, and the sun shone on her indifferent face, which seemed to be extremely cold.

She and Bing Hongjian are connected and their hearing is extremely thorough.

The whispering conversations of the two disciples in the distance, she naturally heard clearly.

But she was not angry, just sitting quietly, because she felt that those people were right.

She also has no friends, recalling the past, as if she was only accompanied by her mother from beginning to end.

The mother is her only friend, but now she has killed her mother.

The male disciple was accompanying her to practice the sword with good intentions. She practiced the standard against her mother, but accidentally wounded the male disciple...

"Mom, in addition to making more friends, I have done everything I have explained. I practice swords for four hours every day, not proud, being low-key, not fighting, not showing off wealth, not picky eating..."

"Is it illusory or passing?"

The girl looked up at the blue sky, wanted to see something, wanted to hear what to respond, but the answer was her autumn wind and silence.

Five years later.

Liu thousand illusion is fifteen years old. The long hair of black ink is draped over the slender waist. The figure is beautiful, the face is beautiful, but it is cold and arrogant. It has become the famous iceberg beauty of Zongmen.

She still has no friends.

Not that no one is close to her. To tell the truth, her woman, even if her character is cold, is willing to try to communicate with her, not to mention that Liu Mingxuan secretly encourages other young disciples to communicate with her.

But it didn't work, she closed herself up.

One person practices a sword, one reads a book, and one looks at the scenery in the back hill of Zongmen.

Until one day, she saw her half-brother and got a strange toy from school.

"what is this?"

"Oh, this stuff is called a mobile phone, and those moving pictures are called games."

"This is a good thing in the mortal world. I have changed it. If I have no electricity, I can charge it with energy. Do you want to play?"

Liu Qian's purple eyes reflected the colorful world on the screen and watched quietly for a long time.

The picture of the world is rough, but it is very novel and interesting.

It is separated from reality, and once it enters the world, she has a new identity. It may be the pilot, it may be the general who commanded the soldiers, and it may be the soldier... It is not the Liu Qian illusion that killed the mother with the ice sword.

She likes the phone and likes the game...

She found a partner who could bring herself happiness, or a friend.

Well, that is the phone! !

I don't know when it started, she is slowly addicted.

Every day except for the time of practicing the sword, the company is accompanying her.

She gradually became optimistic, just like having a partner, having to rely on it, even the pursuit has! Learn Chinese characters, learn Chinese, and learn everything about the mortal world...

During that time, she realized that her mother’s last account before her death was finally completed.

"Mom, I have friends, I am also happy, I am very happy every day, there are many games to play."

"Is the illusion done well, praise me?"

The girl said with a button on her mobile phone.

A drop of water drops on the screen inadvertently, like a clear lotus flower, blooms and is then wiped away.

......

After the evil spirit king was smashed into a sword, the momentum was not reduced, and numerous colored lights converge on its body, condensing a body armor like a real.

Liu Qian's illusion looks indifferently at the imaginary spirit that is constantly rising, and flashes a blue awn.

"Frost day." As the sound fell, the blue chill turned into a colorful dress on her body.

The distillerish and distorted colors around him suddenly stagnated and dissipated.

Blue and white have become the main color of the world, frost and snow are not stopped, cold and bones.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Everything is silent, snow and ice!

The flames of the ethereal king's eyes seem to be frozen by this world, but it is not afraid, the whole body bursts with a frightening momentum, holding a red sickle to draw a blood line, squatting to the woman in front.

Its body is about to become a residual image, but the speed is strangely slower and slower. When the distance is three feet away from the woman, it is actually solidified in place.

For the first time, the eyes of the imaginary king had fear and went deep into the chill of the soul, covering the whole body.

There is no trace of change in Liu Qian’s face. Holding the ice hung sword against the illusory king that she slaughtered, simply from top to bottom, the blue sword shadow falls down like this.

There is no such thing as a majestic scene, but with a sword to break the true meaning of the soul.

A white line appeared on the body of the imaginary spirit, splitting its body into two halves, falling in the white snow, turning into green smoke, and silently silent.

“Congratulations~www.wuxiaspot.com~The virtual spirits passed the trial.”

Liu Qian illusion put away the long sword, the frosty field converges, and the appearance of cold and arrogant also slowly dissipates with the mood.

"It's really boring. I thought it was difficult to get to hell. A spicy chicken copy!"

"With this kind of virtual spirit, I can play ten!"

She ruthlessly tried to succumb to the trial, which brought away the inheritance of landing from the sky.

In a dark space.

Spicy chicken copy? Spicy chicken trial? Can you play ten?

The bald man who heard this sentence was already desperate.

My aunt, please spare me!

This is not a virtual king is not strong, but you are not strong, is it good? !

In the stone room, Liu Qianyan saw the players waiting for her.

"Hey, Liu Xuejie, how is it so slow, shouldn't it be played inside?" An Lin smiled and said hello.

Liu Qian’s illusion and Anlin hit a palm: “Not playing inside, but the foreplay of the **** difficulty mode is too long, and it took a long time for BoSS to appear, and then the BoSS battle changed. I have been waiting for a long time..."

"Wow! Will Liu’s sister be a **** difficulty?! The monster inside is not strong?” After Tian Lingling heard the difficulty of hell, she suddenly looked at Liu Qian’s reverence.

"Well... too weak, the two swords are solved, and the big move is useless."

Liu Qian illusion for a moment, a serious way.

Not to mention okay, one said that Tian Lingling simply became a fan.

Even Anlin nodded again and again, only to feel that Liu Xuejie’s compulsion was getting closer and closer to himself, and he was very pleased.

"Hey? Don't you come out of Tang Ximen?" Liu Qianfang thought that he was the person who came out at the latest, but after returning to God, he found that there was still one person missing.

At this time, Tang Ximen was still chasing after a black dragon, but he could not catch up...

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At the beginning of the month, I am asking for a monthly ticket.