National Simulation: I have countless talents

Chapter 273 Do I, My Son, Don't Want Face?
Wang Pan was dumbfounded, this girl doesn't talk about martial arts, she is still a child!

What about the sect's saint son?

Is my dignified son shameless?
Do you know how much your slaps on my butt have cast a shadow on my young self?

While screaming, Wang Pan struggled with his chubby little hands and short legs.

"You still dare to resist?"

Mochizuki stared at Wang Pan with crackling eyes.

"Are you convinced? Are you convinced!"

Mochizuki is as cold as the Moon Palace Goddess with a smile on her face, it can be seen that she is in a very good mood.

This brat had wanted to clean up for a long time, but now he finally let go of his hatred.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Mochizuki's step stick in the hair swayed with Mochizuki's figure, and collided with each other, making a pleasant sound.

"I don't agree!"

Wang Pan is dead duck mouthed, my dignified son, how can I succumb to a woman!
At the same time, Wang Pan also enjoyed it. After all, Wang Pan was supported by Mochizuki on her lap. When Wang Pan was struggling, bumps and bumps were inevitable.

"The Holy Son is worthy of being the Holy Son, good job!"

"Holy Son is confused, you have to be soft when you should be soft, don't be ashamed, you must know that it is easy to break!"

"Tsk tsk, after the death of the Holy Son, there is only one hard mouth left in the whole body."

A group of elders watched the excitement from the sidelines, and they were high-spirited, since they were not the ones being beaten anyway.

Mochizuki felt more and more wrong, until she saw the smirk at the corner of Wang Pan's mouth, and then felt something strange coming from some parts of her body.

Wang Pan didn't know that his little trick was discovered, and he was very happy.

"You whipped my ass so many times, let me take some oil, isn't it too much?

Everyone is a member of the devil, and revenge is the basic operation. "

Wang Pan thought silently in his heart, feeling that he had entered the drama too quickly, and he had already adapted to his identity as the Holy Son of the Demon Sect in a short while.

Wang Pan always felt that the ass determines the head.

Whatever your identity is, you must do your own identity well.

Saving the world and saving the people is the humane way, all beings are equal is the humane way, only self is the humane way, and the world-destroyer is also the humane way!

Every experience of different identities and races is a rare opportunity for Wang Pan, which can make Wang Pan have a deeper understanding of human nature.

"Huh? Why is there no movement?"

Wang Pan came to his senses, feeling something was wrong, and raised his head to look at Mochizuki.

Seeing Mochizuki staring at him with a half-smile, Wang Pan sneered, and silently withdrew his salty pig's hand.

"Master, it's normal to make a little movement when hitting a disciple!"

Wang Pan tried to quibble.

"A little movement is normal, isn't it?

After I bring you back to the sect, I will throw you into the endless purgatory, where you will fight with the disciples recruited by this session of Shenmingzong. In the end, only 1000 of you will survive.

My good apprentice, you must not die.

Otherwise, Wei Zun will be very sad.

Of course, if you survived, the teacher will not care about what happened just now.

To teach apprentices, it is inevitable that apprentices will be killed or injured. "

Mochizuki said with a smile.

"Master, I'm just a child!"

Wang Pan's eyes widened, this girl has a dark heart!

The elders on the side didn't say a word, they were all as smart as monkeys, obviously the suzerain was angry, they were all elders of the Shenming sect, so naturally they wouldn't hit the moon-watching gun at this time.

It was just that the elders looked at Wang Pan with pity. It seemed that the Son of God was dying and had to be replaced.

Although Shenmingzong is poor, it is still a holy place. In addition, Shenmingzong doesn't care whether the disciples are introduced to the arts or not, and they don't care about the qualifications of the root bones. Therefore, every time Shenmingzong recruits disciples, there will be tens of thousands of students. Thousands of people come.

Of these 10 people, more than half are monks!
From Qi training stage to Jindan stage!

There is no Nascent Soul. If Nascent Soul joins Shenmingzong, he can directly obtain the status of the elder of the outer sect.

As for Wang Pan, a three-year-old child who only practiced Qi at the third level, how could he survive among the piles of foundation building and golden pills?
Can't be saved, can't be saved, wait to die!
Woohoo, the Holy Son died before he left the teacher.

"I know, if you weren't still a child, why do you think you would survive to fight the disciples recruited by the Shenmingzong this time?

You are the holy son appointed by the teacher, the teacher is optimistic about you, come on!

Alright, let's go back to the sect, I can't wait to see the Holy Son show off his might. "

Mochizuki's eyes were bent into crescent moons, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"No, I can't go with you yet."

Wang Pan shook his head, the expression on his small face returned to normal, and he said seriously.

"Huh? Holy Son, are you afraid?"

Mochizuki asked with interest.

"No, I have to settle my parents first."

"It's simple, just bring your parents back to Shenmingzong together. If you, the Holy Son, unfortunately die in the Infernal Purgatory, the teacher will just send your parents down to accompany you."

Mochizuki took care of everything, thinking it was something, this is simple, I am familiar with it!
"Then it'll be fine."

Wang Pan's fist is hardened, you fucking, look, is this a human language?

Wang Pan didn't refuse, he joined Shenmingzong himself, and took his parents to his side, so he felt at ease.

Otherwise, if I leave quietly, my parents will be sad. This is the world of cultivating immortals. Ordinary people are too fragile when facing cultivators, and they may die at any time.

"Use blood as a matchmaker, call your blood relatives!"

Mochizuki took a drop of Wang Pan's blood and began to cast spells.

The blood boiled, stretched continuously, and turned into mirrors, standing in the air.

Inside each mirror, there is a figure.

Every figure has more or less blood relationship with Wang Pan.

The stronger the blood relationship with Wang Pan, the clearer the figure presented by the mirror.

Mochizuki stretched out her hand, and the figures in the two mirrors were pulled out directly.

They are Wang Pan's parents!

"Where is this? Who are you!"

Wang Hong, who originally joined the hunting team and was in charge of the night watch, felt dizzy for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange place. , with a vigilant look.

Wang Hong looked around, trying to find the escape route.

But seeing his wife and children here, Wang Hong stood in front of Wang Pan and his wife, facing a group of Shenmingzong elders.

"Interesting, I originally thought that the Holy Son's cruelty was due to the influence of the acquired environment, but now it seems that the Holy Son's cruelty is born.

It must be said that such a responsible father has a child like the Son, which is amazing. "

Mochizuki seemed to see something funny and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Master, if you can't speak, don't speak.

This is my natural talent, and I was born with all the excellent qualities of a person in the devil's way. "

Wang Pan was a little speechless, and with a thought, he used a sleeping technique on Wang Hong and Li Na, and then used spiritual power to build a pair of big hands, and put Wang Hong and Li Na in them.

"Hmph, traitor!

You just die like a duck, let's see how you die when the time comes. "

Mochizuki curled her lips, too lazy to argue with Wang Pan.

Mochizuki stretched out her palm, and there seemed to be a ghostly world in her palm, and Wang Pan's family was directly taken into it.

Then look at the moon and step forward, stepping on the moon.

Behind him, a group of elders followed closely behind.

Several days later, Wang Pan finally explained to his parents what had happened.

Wang Hong and Li Na were just ordinary people, and they were overjoyed when they heard that Wang Pan had joined the Xiuxian sect.

Ordinary people also know about cultivators. Every ten years, the sect of cultivating immortals will conduct a spiritual root test on the children in the area under its jurisdiction.

Wang Hong and Li Na never even thought that their child would be valued by the Cultivation Sect. Wang Hong and Li Na had thought about the best situation before, that is, to save some money, send Wang Pan to study, obtain fame, and become an official .

Of course, this is because Wang Pan didn't tell Wang Hong and Li Na about the bad side of Shen Mingzong.

If parents knew that Shenmingzong was full of vicious villains, they would probably not be happy, and instead worry about themselves all day long.

This is not what Wang Pan wants to see.

Wang Pan didn't take what his master said about throwing himself into the Infernal Purgatory and fighting with a group of people at all.

Don't say that there is no Nascent Soul Stage, even if there is a Nascent Soul Stage, Wang Pan is confident enough to knock out all the heads of the Nascent Soul Stage!

At this time, Wang Pan was in Mochizuki's palace, and Wang Pan was only staying temporarily.

After all, Mochizuki doesn't think Wang Pan can survive, so there is no need to let Wang Pan live in Shengzi Peak, let alone hold the Shengzi Grand Ceremony and invite many forces in Qingzhou to watch the ceremony.

After arriving at Shenmingzong, Wang Pan wanted to understand why the energy level in this world was not low, and it was not the age of the end of the world, but why the aura in the world was so thin.

It turned out that many holy places, sects, and Xiuxian families directly enclose land.

Build a large formation and gather spiritual energy.

Directly gathered most of the spiritual energy in the world into his own mountain gate.

In Shenmingzong, the aura is terribly rich.

Wang Pan practiced at least a little bit, and his cultivation base gradually increased.

Of course, not everyone is as free from bottlenecks as Wang Pan.

In just one month, Wang Pan spent three days fishing and two days drying nets, and reached the thirteenth floor of the Qi training stage. As long as Wang Pan thinks, he can break into the foundation building stage at any time.

But Wang Pan would not do such a thing as throwing away the watermelon to pick up sesame seeds, not to mention that his body has not grown yet, but if he builds the foundation now, Wang Pan's appearance will be frozen in the present.

Taoist Baiying, the head of foreign affairs, was born with great talent, established the foundation too early, and did not have the elders to teach him the precautions. As a result, Taoist Baiying would always look like he was about seven years old.

Of course, you can take pills later to make your body grow.

But Taoist Baiying voluntarily maintained his current appearance because he practiced a special technique of Shenmingzong.

However, if the body does not grow up enough, it can be solved by taking elixir, but there is a lack of foundation building, which cannot be solved by taking elixir.

If there is no shocking opportunity and fortune, don't even think about making up the foundation!
"My fate has completely changed from the moment I became the Holy Child of the Underworld Sect.

With countless titles of talent, it couldn't be easier for me to change my life against the sky.

The so-called Sims events, to me, are more like a kind of foresight, looking for the clues and information I want from the Sims events.

It gives me an idea of ​​the world I'm entering.

But I won't let go of the saintess and outer disciples in the Sims event.

I want to see if the son of luck can stop me! "

When Wang Pan thought of the saintess and the outer disciple in the Sims event, he felt an unknown fire rising and his fist hardened!
In the Sims event, he saved the saint and let the saint keep her name.

But this brainless saint actually forced herself to let go of the outer disciple who was trying to mistreat her.

In the end, in the Sims event, I searched for my whole life, and finally found my enemy, but before I had time to take revenge, I was beaten to death by this outer disciple, and finally ended up with an unsatisfactory ending.

"Only the most outstanding disciples in the Holy Land will be dubbed the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden.

Many times, the high-level officials of the Holy Land think that the disciples of this generation are not good enough, and would rather leave a Holy Son and a Holy Daughter vacant than establish a Holy Son and a Holy Daughter.

And the place where I was born belongs to the territory of Yaochi Holy Land.

Therefore, Yaochi Holy Land has certain suspicions.

Following a few clues in the events of The Sims, I was eventually recruited.

If it is the holy land of Yaochi that claims to be righteous, it should be impossible to recruit me who has committed all kinds of evil in the Sims events.

The three closest holy places are Shenmingzong, Yaochi Holy Land, and Taixuan Holy Land.

The territory controlled by the three holy places can be described as vast and boundless.

With the strength of the Nascent Soul stage in my simulated life event, I should not be able to jump out of the territory of these three holy places.

The Taixuan Holy Land is both good and evil, and it is possible to recruit me, who has done all kinds of evil in the Sims events.

But the most likely one is Shenmingzong!
But it doesn't make sense, how could there be such a brain-dead saint in the Shenming sect? "

Wang Pan put down the books in his hands, feeling that apart from Yaochi Holy Land, which could basically be ruled out, Shenmingzong and Taixuan Holy Land were the most suspected.

"Forget it, don't worry about it, let's talk about killing everyone when the time comes!
No, if the saint is beautiful, I can't let her die so easily.

Just thinking about it makes me worthless for the Sims event me! "

The more Wang Pan thought about it, the more angry he became, and he smashed the book on the ground.

"Holy Son, are you angry with me?
Tsk tsk, losing your temper is so cute.

Bengong can't wait to see the Son die. "

Mochizuki was wearing a silver-white skirt, and the long skirt dragged on the floor tiles of the main hall. Mochizuki came to Wang Pan with graceful steps, and said with a light smile.

"Sorry, if Master wants to see me die, then maybe I will disappoint Master.

A group of native chickens and dogs, like killing chickens! "

Wang Pan curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"I like the confident and arrogant look of the Holy Son just now. Hurry up, show me one more time!"

Wang Yue didn't know where to pull it out, and took out a picture stone, excitedly raised the picture stone and pointed it at Wangpan.

"do not want!"

Wang Pan felt that there was something seriously wrong with this girl, did my majestic Son lose face?
If you say record, I will record it?

If this is recorded, how can I manage the people below me in the future?
(End of this chapter)