Xianwu: There Are Always Reborn People Who Want To Stop Me From Being Invincible

[Host: Gu Changfeng]

[Cultivation: Second Grade Martial Artist]

[When you were 18 years old, under your leadership, the Huxi Youth Martial Arts League held a genius training, and you became the leader of many geniuses. You are good at dancing and have won the favor of many geniuses, especially the trust of a talented woman, who regards you as a powerful helper. ]

[When you were 19 years old, with the help of this talented woman, you successfully became a Fifth Grade Martial Artist, and you wanted to help this talented woman kill her enemies. ]

[You are no match for this talented woman's enemy, who was killed at the age of 19. ]

[Option 1, Root Bone +1; Option 2, Comprehension +1; Option 3, Penetrating Meridians +1. ]

"How can it be?"

Gu Changfeng was stunned. This was the earliest time he had died since he got the life simulator.

More than a month ago, Gu Changfeng dreamed that a book entered his mind, and then he got something called a life simulator.

This life simulator, just like what was written in the ancient third-rate novels he had read, could simulate his life.

As long as there is enough energy, it can be simulated once a day, allowing him to know his life in advance.

After your life is over, you can still get some rewards.

Then, from an ordinary student, after more than a dozen simulations, he became a close disciple of Chen Tianhe, the leader of the Jiangnan Province Martial Arts League.

Then, he simulated again, only to find that his luck was limited, and his highest achievement was to be a Seventh Grade Grandmaster Martial Artist.

Gu Changfeng knew from his master's mouth that above the Ninth Grade, there was the realm of Martial Dao, a celestial being, and of course he was not willing to be satisfied with this.

If he doesn't have enough luck himself, he will find a way to borrow the luck of others.

Thus, this Huxi City Genius Training Class appeared.

But when the first day came, the first simulation, this was the result.

Becoming a Fifth Grade Martial Artist at the age of 19 is indeed an unprecedented speed.

However, dying at the age of 19 is also an unprecedented speed.

Every time he simulated before, he could live to at least forty years old.

The best time was even when he passed away at the end of his life and lived for more than a hundred years.

"So, who is this genius woman?"

Gu Changfeng became curious and couldn't wait to know the identity of the talented woman.

As for death, he is not afraid at all. With the life simulator in hand, he can completely simulate the way of immortality.

He casually chose Comprehension +1, and then began to look forward to tomorrow's life simulation.

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"Brother Zhou Yuan, do you know Dahuangting? It is the secret skill of Wudang Mountain. When their sect owed my father a favor, they agreed to have an elder who practices Dahuangting to pass on his lifelong skills to me."

"I haven't reached the peak of Second Grade yet and cleared the Twelve Grades, so I haven't gone to Wudang Mountain yet."

"Once you get through the Twelve Grades and go to Wudang Mountain, I will be a Fifth Grade Martial Artist in minutes, and I will be the one with the most solid foundation. I ask you if you are afraid."

Zhou Yuan was helpless. He never expected that the son of the richest man would be a talkative person who liked to show off.

For the whole night, this guy kept talking almost non-stop. He was so convinced that he had so much to say.

At the beginning, Zhou Yuan was still coping with it, um um oh oh, but later on, he really didn't want to deal with it anymore, so he just said that he wanted to go to bed, and ended Ma Xiaoyun's words.

Zhou Yuan does go to bed early, which is his habit.

Then in the early morning, he was awakened by the alarm clock, so he quietly went out and found a sunny place in the villa to practice meditation for the day.

"What is this student's name? Is there any record?"

Zhou Yuan didn't notice that two middle-aged men noticed him far away from him.

"Your Majesty, there is a record. This person's name is Zhou Yuan. He is a student of Huxi No. 3 Middle School. He has a First Grade cultivation level and has mastered the Five Classics."

"During the monthly assessment, I once used a sword technique called "Dugu Nine Swords", which is said to be the best in martial arts in the world."

"Haha, have you conquered all the martial arts in the world? Interesting. However, this person is diligent in practicing martial arts. If you observe again, if he can continue to practice martial arts at night for a month, he would be worthy of training."

"As commanded."

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The red sun rises in the east, and the scene is full of things. Zhou Yuan opened his eyes, looked at the newborn sun in the east, and couldn't help but smile.

This time's training directly allowed him to open up the sixth principle.

In other words, at this time, he is already a Second Grade Martial Artist.

According to those elementary skills, to enter the realm of Second Grade Martial Artist, you not only need to clear the last six of the Twelve Meridians, but you also need to forge your own internal strength with attributes.

Therefore, the First Grade is called the Qi-nourishing realm, and the Second Grade is called the Qi-forging realm.

The "Primordial Origin Gong" created by Zhou Yuan with the help of chaotic space has no attributes.

Of course, in his opinion, having no attribute and being able to accommodate all attributes is the best attribute.

In addition, the sword technique he plans to create also needs to accommodate all the Sword Intent in the world, which can be regarded as complementing each other.

"Do you hate us?"

When Zhou Yuan returned to his dormitory and was about to pack up and go to class, Ma Xiaoyun, who was in the same dormitory, suddenly asked him such a question.

"Where do you start talking about this?"

He was suddenly stunned and had no idea why Ma Xiaoyun asked this question.

Although this guy nags a bit, he is not actually a bad person, let alone annoying.

"Your wake-up alarm clock, I heard it, it is a song from hundreds of years ago, and it is also the slogan of an era."

"My father is a capitalist, but in that song, he is the one who wants to be knocked down."

When he said this, Ma Xiaoyun tilted his head and looked up at the ceiling, looking very melancholy.

In the past, he didn't care much if his classmates either wanted to please him because of his family's money, or looked down on him because of his poor talent.

But this morning, he heard Zhou Yuan's wake-up alarm clock, and he went to check the origin of this song.

Then, everyone felt bad.

Zhou Yuan smiled dumbly. It turned out to be this. He patted the classmate on the shoulder and said, "Don't take it too seriously. This is just my personal preference. I hope the world is fair and just."

"I am not a revolutionary. Even if I am a revolutionary, I would first deal with the common enemy of Quanren and the Xia State. That is the main contradiction."

"You capitalists are only a minor contradiction in the current environment."