Universal Simulation: I have countless talents

"Fifty-fifty, right?

Stealing my private money, right?

You can't even beat a woman like me, and you still want to kill the Supreme Elder!"

Wang Yue got better and better at fighting, and the more he fought, the more relieved he felt.

When he stopped, Wang Pan's whole body was swollen, and he could only vaguely see Wang Pan's original appearance from his eyebrows.

Wang Yue's thoughts were clear and he was refreshed.

The whole person felt like he was floating in the air.

The next moment, a strong breath burst out from Wang Yue, and directly rushed Wang Pan out.

"It's over!"

Wang Pan tried hard to open his swollen eyes, but he could only see Wang Yue's blurry back.

Wang Pan wailed in his heart, feeling that his future was dark before he could beat Wang Yue.

"Twice! Twice!

You are poisonous!

Every time you hit me, I break through. Every time you hit me, I break through!

It has only been a short time since I broke through from Lianxu to Hedao. Now I have broken through from the early stage to the middle stage of Hedao."

Wang Pan cried, it was really bullying.

The later the cultivation is, the harder it is to break through. From the early stage to the middle stage of Hedao, it seems to be just a small realm, but there are many cultivators who have been trapped in the early stage of Hedao for tens of thousands of years.

With such an outrageous breakthrough speed, if I were Wangyue, I would probably beat myself up every now and then.

What if I break through again while fighting?

When he thought of this, Wang Pan's eyes went dark and he felt dizzy.

"Either I run away with the bucket? It's better not to stay in Shenming Sect!"

Wang Pan was torn between heaven and man.

I always felt that if I continued to stay, my future would be worrying!

"Good disciple, it's all my fault.

Did I hit you too hard?

Are you hurt anywhere?

When we get back, I'll take good care of you.

Your body is too weak. This won't do. You're still so young and have a long way to go. You can't ruin your body."

It was just a breakthrough in a small realm. It didn't waste much time. It was almost a natural breakthrough.

It was smoother than ever before. For the first time, Wangyue felt that the breakthrough could be so simple.

"You, you, you, don't come over here!"

Wang Pan was so scared that his body trembled. Every cell in his body was wailing and screaming.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

It's okay. Master will take you home."

Wangyue's face was eager to try, and his hands were itchy.

But looking at Wang Pan's miserable appearance, Wangyue held back.

There is a long way to go. Training an apprentice is like cutting leeks. You can't dig up all the roots. As long as you don't dig up the roots, take good care of them, water and fertilize them frequently, then it won't be long before you can cut another crop of leeks.

Wangyue's calculations were jingling, just as Wang Pan thought.

Although Wangyue believed that he was not inferior to others, he also knew that his talent was still far behind some top monsters.

Before Master Wangyue died in the thunder tribulation, it was Wangyue's master who went out to rob and kill people and set fires, and got a lot of resources for Wangyue. Under Master Wangyue's training at all costs, Wangyue stood out from his peers.

After Master Wangyue died in the thunder tribulation, Wangyue ascended to the position of the leader of the Shenming Sect. He was better than his master. Without the guidance of his master, he learned to take bribes, steal from the public, and abuse his power for personal gain. He was able to practice so fast.

But that was before. At the current level, if you want to make a breakthrough, the resources you need are huge!

This is why Wangyue took the risk and directly planted spiritual medicines and plants with the remains of the ascenders.

Because relying on the salary of the leader of the Shenming Sect alone can't support Wangyue to break through.

Don't you see that several supreme elders who own a pool of Nine Nether Lotus have been running around for resources for many years. At an old age, they still don't forget their original intentions and rob and kill people outside.

Isn't it all for resources!

But now Wangyue feels like he has found a shortcut!

What a shit resource, it's completely unnecessary!

All you need is a disciple who talks back all day long!

As long as you beat the disciple up for no reason, you will naturally break through!

If it was just once, Wangyue wouldn't care, but artificial cultivation requires a degree of relaxation, and proper relaxation is beneficial to breakthrough.

But now this is the second time!

If the first time was a coincidence, then the second time can't be a coincidence, right?

There is no smoke without fire!

There must be a reason for everything!

If there is nothing wrong with me, then the problem is with my disciple!

"Master, you are too realistic. You were a rebellious disciple before, but now you are a good disciple.

Don't think that this Saint Son doesn't know what you are up to, Master.

This Saint Son tells you that you have made a debt to me, and this Saint Son has recorded it all.

When this Saint Son becomes stronger in the future, Master, you will pay it back."

Wang Pan looked at the amiable Wang Yue, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew that his premonition had come true. This woman was really going to beat him up for no reason.

Wang Pan said to Wang Yue with a stiff upper lip.

"I have been beaten like this, I shouldn't be beaten again today, right?"

Wang Pan thought silently, and felt confident.

"Okay, okay, when you become stronger in the future, I will pay you back."

Wang Yue did not realize the seriousness of the problem, nor did he realize that Wang Pan's return was not an ordinary return.

Wang Yue looked at Wang Pan with a gentle smile on his face, and there was no longer that ruthless and murderous look.

"When you become stronger, I don't know when you will go.

By that time, I will have ascended to heaven, and it is impossible to repay it. I can't repay it in this life. I, your disciple, will take it. I, Wang Yue, said that even if the ancestors of the Shenming Sect come back to life, they can't stop it!"

Wang Yue was full of pride in his heart, silly disciple, don't blame your master.

Your master just wants you to see the dangers of the world of immortal cultivation in advance. The more beautiful the woman, the more likely she will lie.

"Is it a deal?"

"It's a deal!"

The master and the disciple were kind and filial, and then they smiled at each other, and both felt that they had made a profit.

The question is, if both of them made a profit, who would lose?

"Let's go. I'll take you home."

Wang Yue helped Wang Pan up. She wanted to take Wang Pan back home to cultivate a relationship with him. When she attacked him in the future, she would feel less guilty. But after looking at Wang Pan's size, Wang Yue fell silent. Forget it. Let's go by ourselves. The good disciple has grown up and can be self-reliant.

After flying for a long time, Wang Yue looked at Wang Pan with disdain.

She flashed and appeared behind Wang Pan. She grabbed Wang Pan's collar by the back of his neck like a kitten and took him away.

After all, Wang Pan's speed was too slow. If he continued like this, he would not know when he would return to Shenming Peak.

Qingzhou, in the territory under the jurisdiction of Taixuan Holy Land, in a dynasty called Dali.

"I have finally waited for this day. As long as I can pass the spiritual root test, I will greatly change the simulated life events, so that I can get a higher evaluation.

After entering the sect, if I have some achievements, the final evaluation will definitely be similar.

This is really a great opportunity for me, Zhang Yang!"

An eleven-year-old boy mixed in the team, his eyes full of expectations.

Zhang Yang is a simulator, born in the suburbs of the imperial city, his parents are tenants of the imperial farm.

Zhang Yang has completed several simulation events. When he learned that there are immortals in this world and that immortals will come to test spiritual roots every ten years, Zhang Yang was ecstatic.

He stole all the belongings at home and even sold his sister to collect enough money to obtain the qualification for a spiritual root test.

The Taixuan Holy Land said that everyone must test whether they have spiritual roots, but it is extremely difficult to implement it in detail.

After all, the territory under the jurisdiction of the Taixuan Holy Land is too vast, and some places are extremely remote. The high-ranking disciples of the Taixuan Holy Land are not willing to waste so much time.

The spiritual energy in the mortal world is extremely thin, and it has been absorbed into the various holy places and many sects by the spirit gathering formation.

If you have this time, wouldn’t it be better to practice in the holy land?

Therefore, the disciples of Taixuan Holy Land have always been tested in the capital of a country.

And every time this time comes, it is the time for officials to make a lot of money.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

People in the capital are still okay, but those who come to the capital from other places and want to be tested for spiritual roots are the targets of officials.

If you don’t pay, you can’t even enter the city!

What’s the difference between immortals and mortals, and you can ascend to heaven in one step.

Of course, this money is not so easy to earn.

Do you think you can just open your mouth?

Naive!

This is a high-risk profession, earning money with your life!

After all, it is not unheard of that after practicing successfully, the officials who took the money were killed directly.

But at any time, there are people who don't care about life, but only want money.

Zhang Yang met such a person. In order to pay the money to enter the city, Zhang Yang was ruthless.

Parents stopped him and killed him!

If the money was not enough, he would sell his sister.

If it was still not enough, he would rob!

In this way, Zhang Yang successfully saved enough money and paid the entrance fee. The other party also kept his promise, took the money to do things, and let Zhang Yang enter the city.

"Hmph, when I succeed in cultivation, I will kill you all when I come back!"

Zhang Yang clenched his fists, thinking of his parents who died tragically, thinking of his sister crying for her brother to go home, thinking of the innocent and tragic death of the teenagers who wanted to enter the city, Zhang Yang shed a tear.

At this time, a huge warship was floating above the huge Imperial City Square. On the square, there were hundreds of thousands of teenagers from all over the country, the oldest was no more than 20 years old, and the youngest was only six years old.

This was a ten-year Ascension Conference, where the strong men from the Taixuan Holy Land evaluated all the children in the territories under their jurisdiction.

It was a kind of immortal cultivation census, mainly looking for people with immortal cultivation qualifications.

Once you have the qualifications for cultivating immortals, that is, spiritual roots, you will be taken back to the sect by the strong men of Taixuan Holy Land.

It can be said that you can change your fate against the will of heaven and ascend to heaven in one step. From then on, you will be in a different world from ordinary people.

In the crowd, whether it is the princes and princes dressed in brocade clothes or the rough-skinned civilians wearing coarse linen clothes, they are full of uneasiness at this time, waiting for their own fate.

Zhang Yang looked at these people with disdain in his eyes.

As for whether he would not have spiritual roots, Zhang Yang had never considered this question.

Are you kidding? I am a simulator!

In this world, I am the son of destiny in the novel!

How could I not have spiritual roots!

Zhang Yang has already thought of the envious eyes of the surrounding teenagers when his spiritual root qualifications were detected, and the scene of the powerful people from Taixuan Holy Land fighting for him and bleeding.

"Silence!

So everyone lined up and stepped forward one by one. No whispering or lying about age was allowed. In addition, those who had their spiritual roots tested before should leave by themselves, otherwise they would be killed immediately! "

A group of disciples from Taixuan Holy Land fell from the warship, and one of the young men exuded a murderous aura.

It stunned everyone directly, and all the young men in the huge square fell silent.

The other disciples of Taixuan Holy Land began to arrange the venue and took out the magic tools for evaluating spiritual roots.

This magic tool is called the spiritual mirror.

As long as someone with spiritual roots holds it in his hand, the mirror surface of the spiritual mirror will light up with different colors.

Spiritual roots are divided into gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and the color of the mirror surface corresponds to the color of these five elements of spiritual roots.

Of course, the spiritual mirror can only test one It can not test whether a person has spiritual roots, but cannot test the strength of spiritual roots.

Theoretically, the stronger the spiritual roots, the better the aptitude for cultivation and the greater the achievement.

However, it is too difficult to accurately measure the strength of spiritual roots. The spirit-testing mirror can only test whether a person has spiritual roots and which of the five elements of spiritual roots it is.

However, after so many years of exploration, there is also a generally accepted saying.

That is, the fewer spiritual roots, the better the aptitude for cultivation.

For example, when a person is tested to have spiritual roots by the spirit-testing mirror, and the five spiritual roots corresponding to gold, wood, water, fire and earth appear on the mirror, it is likely that This person's cultivation aptitude is not very good.

The best is a single-attribute spiritual root, that is, only one color appears on the spiritual mirror.

Of course, this is just data from big data statistics, not absolutely accurate.

There are also many cultivators with all five spiritual roots who practice faster than those with a single spiritual root, but this is just an exception and not universal, so nowadays, spiritual roots with a single attribute are still the most popular.

The speed of the spiritual mirror is very fast, and it only takes a few seconds to test a person.

One by one, the teenagers were eliminated, they were all people without spiritual roots.

The spirit-testing mirror was held in his hand, but it didn't move at all.

The number of immortal cultivators is much less than that of ordinary people. The reason why each holy land has tens of millions of disciples is that the territory under the jurisdiction of the holy land is too vast.

These tens of millions of disciples are selected from endless ordinary people. Relying on the huge base, it has accumulated for more than one generation.

It was not until thousands of people were tested that a boy finally made the spirit-testing mirror react. The colors representing gold, wood, water, fire and earth on the mirror kept flowing, emitting a misty aura.

"Zhao Tiezhu, passed!"

The disciple of Taixuan Holy Land gave the boy a token and continued the test.

A mere five spiritual roots was not taken seriously by him at all.

Time passed slowly, some were happy and some were sad.

Those who passed were ecstatic, and those who failed were ashamed.

"That's it for today, and I'll test again tomorrow. "

Soon, when it was Zhang Yang's turn, the disciples of Taixuan Holy Land flew directly to the palace.

Zhang Yang was so angry that he almost cursed, but he was afraid of the strength of the disciples of Taixuan Holy Land and could only endure it.

There were many young people shivering in the cold square, who were treated the same as Zhang Yang. In order to rise to the top in one step and change their fate, no one was willing to give up, and they dared not leave the square, so they could only endure hunger and cold.

On the other hand, the disciples of Taixuan Holy Land lived a carefree life.

The emperor invited guests, and the ministers accompanied him.

The emperor and the ministers were flattering and fawning on the disciples of Taixuan Holy Land.

During the period, all kinds of fine wines and delicacies, and stunning beauties made a group of disciples of Taixuan Holy Land have a good impression of the emperor. They casually threw out a few talismans and a few pills to strengthen their bodies, and the emperor and the ministers were obedient. Obediently offer your wife and daughter to him.

For ordinary people in the Dali Dynasty, the emperor and his ministers are the heaven, but for the disciples of the Taixuan Holy Land, even if they are just outer disciples, the emperor and his ministers are just dogs.

If the dog is obedient, throw two bones to it if you are in a good mood. If it is disobedient, just beat it to death and raise a new dog. Anyway, there are many people vying to be a dog.

After all, what's wrong with being a dog? In front of the disciples of the Taixuan Holy Land, you are a dog, but in front of ordinary people, you are the sky!

After one night, in the palace, the disciples of the Taixuan Holy Land climbed up from the bed contentedly, regardless of the complaints of the women beside them, put on their pants and left without any nostalgia.

It's enough to try something new. Who would take it seriously? Women can only affect the speed of cultivating immortals!