If I let you simulate life, can you change your fate every time?

"The value of Xiao Pei Yuan Dan is to treat internal injuries. It is not cost-effective to use it to increase Qi and blood."

Lu Yuan thought secretly in his heart.

The effect of Xiao Pei Yuan Pill on improving Qi and blood is almost the same as that of Blood Qi Pill.

And it will cost an extra twenty mending points.

If it is just to simply enhance Qi and blood, the Blood Qi Pill is obviously more cost-effective.

"But this little Peiyuan Pill is very useful in treating grandpa's injuries. But how do I explain the origin of this sword technique and the pill?"

Although the old man will unconditionally believe what Lu Yuan said.

But if he rashly gives the wind and thunder sword technique and the elixir to the old man, it will definitely arouse suspicion.

Lu Yuan blinked and immediately communicated with the simulation imprint.

"Will of the heavens, do me a small favor."

"Imitate my cheap dad's handwriting style, fake it and make it look like the God of Wind and Thunder!"

After a while.

The will of the heavens responded reluctantly.

[In view of your excellent performance in the first two simulations, the will of the heavens has made an exception and agreed to this request. 100,000 simulation points will be deducted. This will not happen again! 】

Under normal circumstances.

Only when the simulator encounters life and death difficulties can he seek help from the will of the heavens.

But who gave Lu Yuan high authority?

The next second.

A lifelike intention of the God of Wind and Thunder appeared on the table out of thin air.

"An ordinary divine intention costs 100,000 simulation points. This will of the gods is really black-hearted."

Lu Yuan's body ached so much that he quickly put away the Wind and Thunder God's intention.

Early next morning.

He left the room early in the morning.

…

In the courtyard of Zhenyuan Escort Bureau.

Mr. Lu was wearing a short shirt, holding a heavy black iron sword, and practicing the Thunder Blade technique.

He has white hair and his tall body looks a bit old and rickety, but his right hand holding the knife is steady and strong.

The heavy black iron sword that weighed hundreds of kilograms was in his hand, just like a fire stick, and he danced it like a fire stick, making it airtight.

The knife moves as you please, and the sound of thunder rolls.

In an instant.

The courtyard was filled with daggers, and a strong wind whipped up out of thin air.

Especially when the old man's internal energy circulated, there was a faint thunderous sound like the roar of a tiger and a leopard!

quick!

Faster!

The heavy black iron sword in Mr. Lu's hand was getting faster and faster, the blades roared and connected together, and finally there was only a trace of snow-white sword light left!

But just when he used the Thunder Blade Technique to its extreme.

Suddenly the move stagnated, as if it was stuck. With a shake of his right hand, the entire dark iron heavy sword came out of his hand and smashed through several walls in an instant.

As soon as a maid walked out of the room, she suddenly saw a heavy black iron knife flying towards her.

Suddenly, his mind went blank with fright, and he stood there dumbly at a loss.

This heavy black iron sword was as fast as lightning and as heavy as a 100,000-ton gun, and she was just an ordinary person without any cultivation. She couldn't dodge even if she wanted to!

"No, get out of here!"

Mr. Lu's pupils narrowed and his figure turned into an afterimage, trying to remedy the situation.

He has hated evil all his life. If this innocent maid is accidentally killed by him, he will feel guilty for the rest of his life!

But it all happened so suddenly that even he didn't react.

When he saw that the maid was about to have her head smashed by the heavy black iron knife.

A young figure rushed out from the side like lightning.

I saw him using his palm as a knife and slashing in the air.

All of a sudden.

The void generates electricity, and thunder suddenly appears.

The majestic and powerful blood covered the palm of the hand, and with an invincible fierceness, it hit the black iron sword!

"Crack!"

The heavy black iron sword, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, seemed to have been severely damaged. Fine cracks appeared on the surface, and it was split into countless pieces by a palm!

After doing all this, Lu Yuan stood there, his face rosy and his breathing slightly short.

"Slave, thank you young master for saving your life."

The maid walked on the edge of life and death and was so frightened that after she came back to her senses, she immediately knelt on the ground and thanked her with tears.

"It was our negligence this time. Just take a good rest for a few days."

Lu Yuan took out five taels of silver and threw it to the maid.

He is still very talkative without touching his own interests.

And this matter is indeed the old man’s problem.

A man is sitting at home, and a sword comes from heaven.

Fortunately, I am also a martial artist now, otherwise I might have been smashed to death one day...

"Thank you, young master."

The maid burst into tears of gratitude and thanked her profusely.

"Yuan'er, thank you for being here this time, otherwise grandpa would have almost made a big mistake."

Mr. Lu sighed heavily.

Although in this troubled world where human life is at stake, even if a maid dies, no one will blame her.

But if you kill innocent people indiscriminately, what is the difference between you and a monster?

at the same time.

He also felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness in his heart.

He was really old, and he couldn't even hold the knife in his hand.

This sword technique was obtained from the treasury of the Suppressing Demon Division after he killed a Pulse Condensing Realm Bear Demon back then, and after many merits and contributions.

He has devoted countless time and effort into the Ben Lei Sword Technique, and has been immersed in it for more than forty years.

Every move and every change in sword style has become instinctive and imprinted deep in the bones.

But as he practiced day and night, he gradually discovered that there were many problems with this sword technique.

This sword technique not only lacks the core supporting mental skills, but also has many loopholes in its moves!

In his early years, when he was at the peak of his strength, he could make up for the flaws in his moves with the speed of his sword.

But now as his strength has plummeted, the flaws of the Thunder Blade technique have also been exposed.

If it was a close battle just now.

Then the moment the Xuan Tie heavy sword was released, Mr. Lu had already died in the hands of the enemy!

Mr. Lu came to his senses and suddenly remembered something: "Yuan'er, have you achieved another breakthrough in strength?"

Lu Yuan nodded and immediately pumped up his energy and blood.

"Wow~"

The blood all over his body was rushing like a great river, exuding a wave of blood energy at the ninth level of body tempering!

Feeling this majestic energy and blood, Mr. Lu couldn't help but take a breath of air.

Even though he knew that his grandson was a unique martial arts genius, he was shocked again at this moment.

Only one year old, ninth level of body tempering?

What kind of peerless monster is this?

In particular, Lu Yuan is full of blood and powerful, and he is only half a step away from entering the second-level pulse condensation realm!

besides.

The martial arts skills Lu Yuan performed just now were also extremely extraordinary.

That's why he was able to split the heavy black iron sword weighing hundreds of kilograms with his bare hands in the midst of lightning and flint!

"Yuan'er, what you just performed was the Thunder Blade Technique?" Mr. Lu asked curiously.

"yes."

Lu Yuan raised his little face, his expression was very innocent.

"But I found a picture among dad's belongings two days ago."

"That picture is magical. It has enhanced the power of my sword skills several times!"

"Picture? Chen'er's relic?"

"Where is it? Take me to see it quickly."

Mr. Lu panicked and urged hurriedly.

When he saw the intention of the God of Wind and Thunder, his nose felt sore and tears flashed in his eyes.

"There is no mistake, this is Chen'er's handwriting!"

"I didn't expect Chen'er to have perfected the Ben Lei Sword Technique to such an extent. It's pity that my son was extremely talented, but he was killed by a demon!"

"Chen'er, don't worry, old man, I will definitely avenge you!"

Mr. Lu was in tears and heartbroken.

On cultivation qualifications.

The three generations of the Lu family all possess considerable martial arts talents.

When Mr. Lu was young, he accidentally received the guidance of a martial arts practitioner and embarked on the journey of martial arts.

Immediately afterwards.

On the recommendation of a good friend, he successfully joined the Demon Suppression Division. In just ten years, he became famous as a Thunder Blade.

Lu Yuan's father was a master of the Pulse Condensation Realm at the age of twenty. He passed the Demon Suppressing Department's assessment at a young age and was highly regarded by the top management within the company.

As for Lu Yuan's martial arts talent, it goes without saying.

The evil spirits are born extraordinary.

Unfortunately.

Lu Yuan's father was unlucky.

During a certain mission, their team unfortunately encountered a fifth-grade innate demon.

In the end, everyone was wiped out, and no one survived!

Every time he thinks about the past, Mr. Lu blames himself and regrets it endlessly.

If he hadn't personally recommended Lu Yuan's father to join the Demon Suppression Division, the Lu family would not have ended up like this!

"Grandpa, this is the elixir left by dad."

Lu Yuan took out a porcelain vase in time.

The surface of the porcelain bottle is gray and stained with a lot of dust and cobwebs. You can tell at a glance that it has been placed in a corner for a long time.

Mr. Lu opened the porcelain bottle, and a strong fragrance of elixir hit his face, making all his injuries seem to be relieved a lot!

"Is this a high-level Xiao Pei Yuan Dan?"

"It must be Chen'er's spirit in heaven, silently guarding our Lu family!"

The old man held the porcelain bottle and said emotionally.

When he learned of his son's death, he suffered an unprecedented blow.

He sat on his son's grave, overwhelmed with regret and guilt, and had no food for seven days!

He didn't even have the courage to clean up Lu Yuan's father's room and belongings.

But who knows.

There are so many secrets and treasures hidden in Lu Yuan's father's relics?

Could it be that there is really God’s will in the dark?