National Simulation: I have countless talents

Chapter 242 Will You Protect Qingli?
In fact, this kind of constraint is not too big, but Wang Pan still doesn't like it!

The place where Wangpan is located is Panchao!
The prototype of Wang Pan's creation law is the law from the Pan Dynasty. In addition to the 450 seven criminal laws, there are also civil laws, environmental protection laws and other laws, which contain thousands of things and cover everything!
In other words, even if two imitators fought in front of Wang Pan and destroyed the flowers and plants, Wang Pan could still take action and suppress them.

Both simulators were fined under environmental protection laws.

Laws are created by Wang Pan to serve himself, not to restrict himself.

Different situations require different natural approaches.

During the Pan Dynasty, in order to create a world where everyone is equal, Wang Pan set an example. The emperor broke the law and committed the same crime as the common people, and restrained himself with the law.

It works from top to bottom, which allows Panchao's laws to be promoted at the fastest speed, and is accepted and recognized by the people of Panchao.

But the situation is different now, Wang Pan is naturally unwilling to be bound by the law.

"Less than 30 simulation points, forget it, it's better than nothing, anyway, it's a windfall.

If it is for Xiangxiang, I don't know how happy Xiangxiang will be. "

Wang Pan checked the benefits of killing the six simulators, and couldn't help curling his lips.

Wang Pan was able to obtain one percent of the net worth of the six simulators, less than 30, which means that the combined assets of the six simulators were less than 3000 million, and they were quite poor ghosts.

Now Wang Pan is in the military state, but Wang Pan's pattern has been opened. This point of simulation may be very happy for other simulators, but for Wang Pan, it is not enough to move Wang Pan.

"Speaking of which, this level won't be such a joke, will it?"

Wang Pan was talking to himself, feeling something was wrong.

If it were that simple, the simulated imprint would not remind one day of the customs clearance time limit, let alone the current terrain and scene.

This channel is closed up, down, left, and right, and can only move forward and backward.

Thousands of simulators can only move forward if they want to pass the level.

Judging from the current situation, it is not so much a breakthrough as a fight between simulators.

Not long after it started, more than a third of the Sims died in cannibalism.

This doesn't make sense at all. If it's really that simple, it's better to let a thousand simulators fight each other, and the one who survives will be No.1, which saves time.

Without making Wang Pan think too much, the answer soon appeared in front of Wang Pan.

A few miles ahead, a group of imitators hesitated.

Several huge family members at the military level were sleeping in the aisle lying on their stomachs.

These family members looked like a black bull with countless tentacles, and wisps of evil and strange mist gushed out from the whole body.

The aura exuded by each family member is astonishing, and its combat power definitely exceeds the level of soldiers!

"Do you just wait like this without making a move? Don't forget, there is only one day. If you can't pass the level in one day, everyone will be eliminated."

A simulator stood up and said.

"With so many of us, is it possible that we will be stopped by several family members? It's embarrassing to say it!"

"Let's do it together, and clean up these family members first."

There are no idiots among the simulators, and in just an instant, a group of simulators reached an intention to join forces.

They didn't know the situation before, and wanted to earn some extra money, or clean up their competitors, so they fought each other.

But now all Simulators have a common enemy, and that is the crisis from the passage.

Simulators don't think that the few family members in front of them are all, and how many family members may be waiting in the passage.

In the arena, most of the simulators are actually not outstanding. After encountering an incident, the first reaction is to hold together.

After reaching a consensus, hundreds of simulators shot together, and countless attacks fell on several sleeping family members.

Sensing the crisis, several family members opened their blood-red eyes and roared to the sky.

Roaring like a bull like a tiger, invisible sound waves drilled into the minds of hundreds of simulators.

Many of the simulators were pale, and some of them were staggering and unsteady, as if they were drunk.

The heads of more than a dozen of the simulators exploded, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

This is a direct attack on the primordial spirit. If the primordial spirit is not strong and has no means to defend against the primordial spirit's attack, it can only take a solid blow.

"clang!"

The tinkling sound was connected together, and the densely packed tentacles on the bodies of these several families were flying in the air, blocking the attacks one after another.

But in the end they were outnumbered, several families were overwhelmed by overwhelming attacks, and their bodies were torn apart.

"As long as we are united, these family members are nothing more than that!"

"That is, there are many people and strength is great. If we attack together, who can stop us!"

A group of simulators were very excited, and they killed several family members whose combat strength exceeded the military level in just one round of attack, which gave them confidence.

While these simulators were talking, the monster simulator kept silent, its huge body curled up hard, for fear of being noticed by the other simulators.

This monster simulator has heard what the group of simulators said. There are many people and strength, but is he considered a human?Not counting!
I'm afraid that this monster imitator will be wiped out by this group of imitators who have beaten chicken blood.

The number of non-human simulators is very small, because it is too difficult to pass the simulator test, but it is not impossible.

Moreover, beings who can become imitators with non-human beings are all outstanding in the same realm.

The monster simulator is very confident in its own strength, but the monster has to bow its head under the eaves.

There was only one alien simulator on the scene, and the rest were all humanoid simulators.

The monster simulators are not afraid of this group of mobs, and are confident that they can sweep them away with their own strength, but they are afraid that the other simulators will come out ahead and unite to kill themselves first.

The monster simulator's pair of vertical pupils are full of human wisdom, looking in several directions, full of fear.

"I advise you to abstain early, lest it is not worth losing your life for nothing.

From the moment you encounter some trivial things and start to form a group, you can see that you are not confident in your own strength.

Since you have self-knowledge about yourself and know that you are a waste, why persist? "

A young man crossed his arms, held a sword in his arms, and directly opened the halo of ridicule, his face was full of doubts.

"What did you say?"

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and the young man's words made many imitators glare at him.

There was also a brawny man with a height of more than ten feet and a red copper color who separated from the crowd and walked in front of the young man.

The strong man was full of energy and blood, and when he got close, he could even hear the rushing sound of the blood in the strong man's body.

With a huge body and a powerful aura, the sense of oppression is directly full.

The young man holding the sword stood up, separated the scabbard, held the scabbard in his left hand, and held the sword in his right.

The tip of the sword hangs down to the ground, and a drop of round blood slips from the tip of the sword, drops on the ground, and shatters into a small red flower.

The strong man covered his neck with his hands, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't make any sound.

The next moment, a large head rolled down at the young man's feet.

"I said you are all trash, who has an opinion?"

The young man holding the sword stepped on the strong man's head, his face full of arrogance.

The eyes of the young man holding the sword were extremely sharp, no one dared to meet the young man's eyes wherever he passed, and avoided the young man's eyes.

Hundreds of simulators were silent, and no one came out to be the first bird.

The eyes that looked at the young man were full of awe and fear.

The movement of the young man holding the sword was too fast, he drew his sword and beheaded in an instant!
When the hundreds of imitators arrived, few of them could clearly see the movement of the sword-holding young man!

The strong man is specialized in refining his body, his defense is extremely powerful, and his combat power exceeds the military level, but in front of the young man, he can't even take a single sword.

"Cut, a bunch of trash."

The young man curled his lips, feeling a little bored, life is really lonely as snow, colder than the sword in his arms.

The young man with the sword turned around and was about to leave, but the next moment the young man stopped and turned to look at the crowd behind him.

I saw a woman with a flirtatious appearance and a curvy figure tiptoeing through the crowd.

The femininity is the opposite of the flirtatious appearance, full of weakness and cowardice.

This sense of contradiction not only does not conflict with each other, but coexists harmoniously with the woman, making her every move exciting.

The woman looked so cautious, her seductive eyes were full of fear, like a lost fox, for fear of offending others.

When everyone was intimidated by the young man and didn't move, the woman's every move was magnified and everyone watched.

"you"

The young man holding the sword felt his heart beating very fast. For the first time, he felt that life should not only consist of swords.

As soon as he started talking, he met the pair of seductive eyes that the woman raised her head to reveal, and was immediately attracted by her.

"Will you protect Qingli? Qingli is so scared."

Gongsun Qingli looked at the young man with anticipation in his eyes, like a little girl who carefully begged for candy from adults, which was adorable.

"I will protect you, don't be afraid."

The young man holding the sword had dilated pupils, his face was full of struggle, but his tone was full of firmness.

"Even if it costs you your life, are you still willing to protect Qing Li?"

Gongsun Qingli was charming, and his tone was full of joy.

"I don't. I do!"

The eyes of the sword-holding young man regained a moment of clarity, and his body trembled, as if he was about to wake up, but it was only a flash in the pan. The next moment, the sword-holding young man said with a blank expression on his face.

"Great, Qingli is protected."

When Gongsun Qingli heard the young man's words, a dizzy smile appeared on his face, and he hummed an unknown song, bouncing towards the distance.

The young man holding the sword had no expression on his face, his eyes were gray, like a walking corpse, he followed Gongsun Qingli away.

"call!"

After the two figures disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

All Simulators are freaked out!

Just now, the young man was so invincible that he overwhelmed hundreds of imitators without uttering a word.

But it fell in the next moment!

A group of imitators were terrified and felt chills in their hearts.

Many simulators sighed and chose to abstain directly, and their figures disappeared into the passage.

There are also simulators who are not reconciled and want to continue to break through.

(End of this chapter)