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Chapter 123 Respect the past, don't look back

Game ID: King of Yue

Competition time: ten years and three months

Competition experience: As a sinful body, first won the tears of the angel, and then became the god of Moro, became the overlord of one side, and made a great contribution to the final battle of gods
Treasures obtained: Precious Blood of Christ, World Fetal Membrane

Rewards to be obtained: Ding... is calculating the score, accessing the information database for ranking, please wait patiently
Warning, you are suspected of being involved in a blackmail case or a major murder case. We will temporarily withhold your grades and pending rewards. Please contact the relevant department immediately, otherwise, we will freeze your Second World account in the future

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The light was a bit harsh, Si Kongxu adjusted his eyes for a moment, and instinctively secreted a small amount of tears from the dry corners of his eyes, moistening his eyeballs.

As far as the eye can see, it is a practice room with bright and clean windows.

The practice room is spacious and large, and the floor-to-ceiling glass windows automatically fill in the light, making this spacious practice room bright and soft.

Rows of practice instruments are arranged in an orderly manner in the overlapping space, with soft arcs and a unique metallic luster.

There is a faint, musky, fat-like incense permeating the practice room, which makes people feel calm, and the body feels much lighter out of thin air.

Looking at this familiar training room, Sikong seemed like another day, as if the ten-year competition was just a dream, and it was as bad as Chaishan.

"Contest?"

Patting his head, Sikong felt as if something was missing in his mind, the experience of the ten-year competition was clearly still vivid in his memory, but he forgot many details, and felt a little strange.

It was as if what he had personally experienced was now just a movie, and he had been watching from the sidelines, watching his past self with cold eyes.

Naturally, the impact of the ten years of competition experience on my realistic values ​​and outlook on life has also been minimized.

It can be said to remove the chaff and save the essence, leaving only the deepest insights.

At this time, there were nine people in the practice room.

Eight students, and Master Su Ming.

Sikong walked straight to the center of the semicircular practice room with an open space, and looked at the eight students calmly.

There are Heng Dao, You Gou and others who have never met in the competition. They may have passed each other, or they may have been buried in Qingshan long ago.

There was Jinshan whose head was beheaded by his sword during the battle with the Silver Frost Dragon; there was also a sea of ​​blood that was split into two pieces by him, and his internal organs and intestines were covered with green fluids.

Jinshan and Qingqing shuddered and subconsciously avoided Sikong's gaze, not daring to look at him.

Even if the 20-year competition experience has been diluted a lot by the competition program, the great terror between life and death is not so easy to downplay, but a seed has been planted.

The seed of a demon.

In the end, Sikong's eyes fixed on Zhulong, his eyes were deep, and in his dark pupils, there was a little carelessness, as if he was looking at a passerby.

Sikong's cultivation was clearly only at the mid-level of one dimension, but in the eyes of Zhulong, who had already broken through to two dimensions, he seemed unfathomable.

Under Sikong's gaze, Zhulong's heart sank suddenly, and a biting chill spread to his vest inexplicably. The huge pressure made him breathless, and his body even began to faintly numb, as if he was being spied on by a predator at the top of the food chain. General.

Zhulong forced a smile, but saw Sikong suddenly retracted his gaze and turned towards Master Su Ming.

'call……'

Zhulong was relieved, exhaled a turbid breath, and his whole body relaxed a lot, only then did he realize that his face was covered with sweat, and his back was even wet.

"Master Su, take care."

Looking at the clear and sparse Su Ming, who was set off by strands of silver threads, but was hale and hearty, Sikong bowed slowly.

"Why don't you stay and see your competition results?"

Su Ming put his hands behind his back, stared at the wind and rain quietly, not like a mentor of a technological empire, but like a simple master in the world of cultivating immortals, answering people's doubts.

"No need, ranking or not is a foregone conclusion. Thank you Master for your kindness in teaching the students. The King of Yue will not dare to forget it. Please take care, Master." Sikong raised his head and said word by word.

The contract period for the cultivation class should have been one year, and it is far from the end, but how did Su Ming know what Sikong said?

"Cultivate well, don't waste your talent, if..."

Su Ming looked at Sikong deeply, considered it for a moment, and said, "If anything happens, you can come to the Dusk Star Territory to find me."

Hearing that, Sikong was originally as firm as a rock, and his heart that had been frozen by the thousand feet of cold suddenly became warmer. Looking at Su Ming's eyes that were as warm as jade, which were a bit cleaner than those of a child, Sikong suddenly felt a little irritable.

"it is good."

Sikong turned around and strode away without hesitation.

There is no farewell to the so-called classmates, and no nostalgia for the innocence of the past.

Even the two he barely cared about were still competing, caught in a bloody battle, vying for the final victory.

Sikong, he has no time.

Footsteps sounded one after another, and they quickly disappeared, and then the practice room returned to calm.

Green smoke curled up from the Sanqing stove, and three strange beasts were chasing and jumping in the shredded tobacco, and the faces of the three Taoist priests in green clothes and white eyebrows on the stove became more and more kind.

There is no counting, and time flows slowly.

Master Su Ming's nine people stood tall, waiting for the last two.

A few minutes later, two people appeared one behind the other in front of the corridor with strange eyes.

As soon as Huo Wufang appeared, she fell to the ground, gasping for breath, her full breasts billowing, and a tight-fitting outfit that perfectly outlined the curvature of her body.

As for Shougucheng, his right hand was held empty, his left hand was resting on his waist, a faint red light flashed in his eyes, and he still maintained his movements before death, appearing extremely fierce, and instantly pressed down on the people not far away with a chilling and indifferent aura.

'thump! '

'thump! '

A few dull sounds came, and under this momentum, Jinshan Qingqing's legs softened, as if they were being held by the neck, and their faces were distorted and flushed.

"Ugh……"

With the sound of sighing, Su Ming quietly walked in front of Shougu City, dispelling his aura.

"Your killing intent is too serious. You should listen to music, write articles, and cultivate your mind for a while, otherwise, it will be a disaster rather than a blessing."

Shougucheng looked at Su Ming who was close at hand, and suddenly felt a little timid, not daring to look at Su Ming's face, and said coyly, "I know, I know, I know, Su Da..."

At the end, the voice gradually dropped, like the buzzing of a mosquito.

But when many students saw this, they all shuddered and recalled some horrible scenes.

Ding……

Suddenly, a clear and sweet prompt echoed in everyone's ears, and then a message came in.

All contestants have left the competition. After big data calculation, the results are ranked as follows——

No.1: Ouyang Buyu, the login IP address is Emperor Star 'Dizi Senior High School'.Rewards received: Admission to the Xinghai Department of the Imperial University, tutoring for six maintainers for half a year, three new cutting-edge extraordinary martial arts, and 500 million Ziwei coins.

No.2: Li Qianqiu, the login IP address is Emperor Star 'Eiko Senior High School'.Rewards: Admission to the Department of Physics of the Imperial University, three months of tutoring for six maintainers, three roots of Blue Sea Painting, and the qualification to enter the Cosmic Forest
No.3: Bei Fengming, the login IP address is Emperor Star Dizi Senior High School...

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No.10: Shougu City, the login IP address is the Second World Su Ming Practice Room.Rewards received: recommended to enter the Ancient Martial Arts Department of Imperial University, a three-thread combat-style sword, and a sword-making method of the ancient civilization of cultivating immortals

From here onwards in the rankings, one glance at the densely packed, even if there is only a slight disparity in grades, tens of millions of people will be squeezed into them abruptly.

However, among the top ten, there are actually eight people from Dizi High School, which is enough to see the huge gap between Dixing and other star regions.

Being able to become the capital of the civilization of the Supreme Empire, it is indeed a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, which brings together the essence of the entire technological civilization.

Huo Wu stood up in a panic, and scanned the practice room, but didn't see any familiar figure, as if she lost something in her heart, feeling empty.

"King Yue, King Yue..."

Huo Wu ran into the teleportation ladder one after another, and appeared at the bottom of the building. With the fragrance of orchids, she took a few steps to the street with her straight and strong long legs.

I saw people coming and going on the street, the crowds were surging, and all kinds of people were passing through.

Where is Sikong's figure?

The bustling streets didn't give Huo Wu any warmth. She suddenly felt chills all over her body. The cold made her shiver, as if she was standing alone in the snow and ice.

In the 20 years of competition experience, what she remembers most is not herself, but him.

It's so deep that the program can't dilute it.

"I'm sorry, I was so excited that I didn't notice you..."

Suddenly, Shou Gucheng's cowardly voice came. Huo Wu looked up and saw Shou Gucheng standing thinly in front of him, his head lowered, his face red, not daring to look at him.

But this shy big boy in front of him used his demon body to kill several gods in a row during the competition. In the end, he colluded with the underworld and released more than a dozen big demons, destroying the world of Middle-earth.

Almost on his own, he dragged all the contestants to the abyss of death.

But in the end, he became the enemy of the whole world, was attacked by everyone, and he was surrounded, killed and divided to death.

Otherwise, who is the final real winner is still uncertain.

Huo Wu gave a bitter smile, shook her head slowly, suddenly felt that the second world with pleasant climate was a bit cold, and said tiredly: "I'm going first, help me ask Master Su for a leave..."

"Okay, okay." Shougucheng stammered.

Huo Wu's figure gradually faded away, and her gaze shifted, but she also saw her ranking.

The [-]th: Huo Wu, whose login IP address is the Second World Su Ming Cultivation Classroom.Rewards received: transfer to the special college entrance examination training class, a double-threaded battle-style phoenix whip, and a model of Qingfeng willow

And at the moment when Huo Wu was about to go offline, another message sound came——

Ding, there is a new email, please pay attention to check it

Huo Wu's eyes were a little hazy, and when her trembling eyes moved, there was an envelope marked unread, lying quietly in the storage compartment——

'The road is long, and I cherish a thousand words and send you all kinds of wishes.Let's say goodbye today, maybe we will never see each other again, respect the past with a glass of wine, and invite beautiful women, don't look back'

Signature: King Yue

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