Life Simulation: Add Entries Starting From Health Preservation Skills

In Daliang City, the inner city, to the north of the central square where the Qilinbang and Qiantianbang steles are located, there is a tall tower that is full of red and purple, straight into the sky.

This is the eye of the formation, and also the core of the Feiling Pagoda.

At this time, the hall on the first floor of Feiling Pagoda was crowded with people.

These people are all descendants of aristocratic families who participated in the Zhongzhou Paradoxical Trial.

Today is the last day of the trial. Those who came out early are waiting here. On the one hand, they are watching the battle through the technique of reflection, and on the other hand, they have to wait for the last person to appear.

Among the hundreds of descendants of aristocratic families, nearly one-fifth of them were sent out by Han Zhao himself.

"Damn it! Letting a martial artist win the first place is really a rare occurrence in a hundred years."

"What happens once in a hundred years? For thousands of years, there has been no second person who can do this!"

"Even Cao Wuyu thinks he's no match for Han Zhao, so if he loses, he loses."

"No matter how good she is, what can she do? At most, she's like Yu Chongxiao, just marrying into a family."

All the children of the aristocratic family talked a lot, some were hostile, some admired, and some disdain. But no matter what, even those aristocratic children sent out by Han Zhao did not deny his strength and excellence.

As the teleportation array under his feet burst into light, Han Zhao's figure appeared in the center of the teleportation array.

The original commotion in the arena suddenly quieted down.

"Turtle turtle!" As soon as Han Zhao appeared, he felt a strong yin energy blowing towards his face, and almost subconsciously urged the turbulent demon light.

Hundreds of children from aristocratic families formed a circle around him, their eyes were all focused on him, anyone would be startled.

"Brother Han." At this moment, a voice came from behind the crowd.

The crowd separated automatically, and a big bald man with a height of more than two meters came over. It was Cao Wuyu. At this time, there were four servants beside him, carrying two large boxes.

"Brother Cao, who is this?" Han Zhao clasped his fists and saluted.

Cao Wuyu smiled and waved at the servants behind him.

The two servants opened one of the large boxes, and saw black-golden beads the size of a fist inside.

Han Zhao felt the yin energy from above, "This is?"

"This is the magic gold promised to Brother Han, a total of 400 yuan!" Cao Wuyu pointed to the black gold beads in the box.

"If I remember correctly, what you promised me should be two hundred magic gold?" Han Zhao looked at the twice as much magic gold in the box, and felt that Cao Wuyu had malicious intentions.

For such a little thing, just put it in the Sumeru bag and give it to him. If you insist on handing it to him in public, you still have to do it with such great fanfare.

"Without Brother Han's help, I would not be able to get the guidance of the ancestors in the trial, and I would not be able to complete the tasks assigned by the ancestors. The extra magic gold should be considered as a little thank you." Cao Wuyu laughed.

"Heavenly and human guidance?! Cao Wuyu entered that celestial and human cave?"

"So it's Han Zhaoye"

The children of the aristocratic families in the field were shocked when they heard the words.

"Since that's the case, then I'll be disrespectful." Han Zhao looked around and understood Cao Wuyu's intentions.

However, no matter how many people from the family of the same level come, he is not afraid. Under the light of demons, what he is least afraid of is the power of demons and magic weapons.

What's more, there are two hundred extra magic gold, so don't take it for nothing.

With a flick of his sleeve, Han Zhao put the four hundred pieces of magic gold together with the box into the sumeru bag.

Then, Shen Xiao appeared.

He also appeared with four servants, carrying two large boxes.

"Brother Han, this is the one million taels of gold that I promised you, and the two hundred pieces of magic gold. If it's too much, it's a little bit of my heart." Shen Xiao smiled all over his face.

"Thank you." Han Zhao cupped his hands. Anyway, he was already in the limelight, but he was very calm.

When Han Zhao put the gold and magic gold sent by Shen Xiao into the Sumeru bag, Cao Wuyu pointed to another unopened box and said, "Brother Han, don't you want to know what's in it? "

"What is it?" Seeing that Cao Wuyu proposed, Han Zhao couldn't pretend he didn't see it.

Cao Wuyu clapped his hands, and the two servants behind him opened the box, only to see the dazzling golden light and red light shining together, and the powerful force of the magic weapon rushed towards his face.

"A high-level pseudo-divine soldier?!"

"There are also high-level spiritual weapons!"

"That piece of jade looks familiar!"

"Could it be Yin Yang Jue?!"

As the box was opened, all the children of the aristocratic family focused their eyes, and soon someone recognized the item.

"This high-level pseudo-divine weapon 'panic sword' is the first reward for this trial." Cao Wuyu said with a smile: "As for this high-level spiritual weapon, it is the 'Yang Jue' of Yin Yang Jue. A single piece of Yang Jue is only a high-level spiritual weapon, but if the Yin and Yang Jue are combined into one, it is a spiritual treasure! Its power surpasses that of a first-order divine weapon!"

"Brother Cao, what do you mean?" Han Zhao had roughly guessed what the Cao family was thinking.

"This Yang Jue is my Cao family's dowry!"

Cao Wuyu said.

"You want me to join the Cao family?" Han Zhao frowned.

"No." Cao Wuyu shook his head, "The patriarch intends to betroth Aunt Lingshu to you, what does Brother Han think?"

"Your aunt?" Han Zhao was taken aback when he heard the words, thinking he heard it wrong.

"Cao Lingshu, is that widow of the Cao family who has awakened the blood of the 'Colorful Spirit Moth'?"

"I heard that her beauty surpasses that of the ancient immortals? Is it true?"

"The Cao family is doing the same thing again, first Yu Chongxiao, then Han Zhao!"

"The moves are not new, as long as they are useful, will you eat this soft meal?"

"We don't have that life!"

Listening to everyone's discussion, Han Zhao felt that he had heard something extraordinary. He pondered for a moment, not knowing how to reject Cao Wuyu.

Cao's soft rice was too hard for him to eat. And if he really got married into these aristocratic families, he can't control what happens then.

"Cao Wuyu, you are really shameless!"

At this time, Qi Xuanming suddenly came from behind the crowd and scolded.

"Qi Xuanming, it's not your turn to dictate the Cao family's affairs, you are not qualified enough." When Cao Wuyu faced Qi Xuanming, he lost the politeness he had towards Han Zhaoshi.

"Brother Han's matter is the matter of my Qi family." Qi Xuanming's voice was low, and he looked at Cao Wuyu with a half-smile, "If Brother Han married your aunt, you might have to call him Uncle Han in the future, right? "

"So what!" Cao Wuyu laughed, "Brother Han and I can go our separate ways. I'll call him Uncle, and he can call me Brother Cao!"

Qi Xuanming was stunned for a moment, and said with a sneer, "You really have a thick skin!"

"For a talent like Brother Han, my Cao family is very sincere in order to win him over. He married my aunt, and he can be the emperor of Wei in the future! And Lingbao, as well as spirit beast blood are all ready for him, how about your Qi family?" Cao Wuyu said loudly.

"You!" Qi Xuanming was furious, and blurted out: "My aunt is not yet married, so it may not be impossible to marry her to Brother Han!"

"Hiss~"

As soon as Qi Xuanming finished speaking, the faces of everyone in the field changed suddenly, and Qi Qi gasped.

Cao Wuyu's face twitched, and he wanted to sarcastically, but he didn't have the guts.

"Brat! What are you talking about?!"

A majestic voice sounded, and everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and Qi Yuntian appeared in the field.

"Eldest brother, I..." Qi Xuanming broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't expect that he would blurt out such words in a moment of excitement. If that hot-tempered aunt heard this, he might not be able to bear it and walk around.

Suddenly, Qi Xuanming's body shook and he raised his head slightly, as if he was listening to something.

"Brother Han, I'm leaving first." Qi Xuanming cupped his hands at Han Zhao, his face turning pale.

Seeing Qi Xuanming's expression, everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

"Senior Brother Qi, who is Brother Qi's aunt?" Han Zhao asked Qi Yuntian in a low voice, cupping his fists and saluting.

When Qi Yuntian heard the words, his lips moved lightly, and the voice was transmitted to Han Zhao's ears through the Gang Qi.

When Han Zhao heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Qi Xuanming's aunt turned out to be the patriarch of the Qi family, Qi Qingchan, who is currently the strongest person in Wei who has the greatest kindness towards warriors.

Qi Xuanming is really brave enough to arrange for her.

"Brother Han, what was my proposal just now?" Cao Wuyu stepped forward, but was interrupted by Qi Xuanming, who was not afraid of death, he almost forgot the business.

"Mr. Han was born in a humble family, so he is not a good match, and I have already been engaged, so..." Han Zhao thought about his words.

"Understood." Cao Wuyu smiled, not angry at all.

"Brother Han deserves this high-level pseudo-divine weapon and good luck pill. Please accept it."

Cao Wuyu presented the panic knife, and at the same time took out a jade box.

"Thank you." Han Zhao cupped his fists and accepted the prize. He thought that there would be a ceremony held by a group of strong men, but he didn't expect it to end like this.

"Farewell."

Cao Wuyu took a deep look at Han Zhao, then turned and left.

"Come with me."

Qi Yuntian signaled Han Zhao to leave with him.

After leaving the Feiling Pagoda, Qi Yuntian sent Han Zhao all the way to the restaurant where he stayed.

"Han Zhao, you go back to rest first, I will inform you of your next move within ten days, the Cao family won't be so talkative." Qi Yuntian looked serious.

"I see." Han Zhao saluted respectfully.

"Thank you, Brother Qi."

Han Zhao returned to the courtyard of the restaurant.

Even the three sisters of the Lian family went out, leaving only a message.

Seeing this, Han Zhao went back to the room.

He took off his clothes and lay down on the bed.

In the past half month, his spirit has been highly concentrated, and he basically rests by adjusting his breath. Now he just wants to have a good sleep.

Soon, Han Zhao fell asleep.

He fell asleep straight into the next night.

"System, recharge."

Han Zhao recharged all the gold, and there are still a few descendants of the aristocratic family, and it is estimated that the money will be collected and sent in the next few days.

【Current balance: 2610000 taels of gold】

[Collect all 2222 prompt fragments, whether to synthesize an entry? 】

[Synthesis once, consumption prompt fragment 200, gold 200,000 taels.]

"Synthesis of all."

[Get the one-time entry 'Life Simulation'] X11

[Ten consecutive synthesis, in ten simulations, high-quality entries above 'red quality' must be produced. 】

"Start the simulation."

[At the age of twenty-five, you won the first place in the Zhongzhou Trial, and your reputation shook the world. 】

【You have rejected the Cao family and the offers from many aristocratic families. 】

[Seven days later, Qi Yuntian notified you to leave, and you all rushed to Cangzhou Tianxuanzong together. 】

[On the way, you encountered an attack from the ancestors of the Wang family. 】

【you are dead. 】

[1. Obtain entry (not optional)]

[2. Obtain attribute points]

[3. Obtain any part of life experience]

"Damn it!" Han Zhao cursed secretly, why even the ancestor of the Wang family made a move this time.

I thought it would be a wave of innocence, and I wouldn't have to encounter a fake divine soldier at the snake-level ninth-level realm, but in the end, a spirit caller who was more fierce than the real soldier came.

Wouldn't Wang Xueji's projection be kicked out? Is it necessary to be so stingy?

"two."

[attribute points +1000]

"Come again!"

【.】

【you are dead. 】

【.】

【you are dead. 】

After five simulations, no matter whether he changes paths or accepts the aristocratic family's wooing, the final result is the same, the gap between early death and late death.

【Attribute points: 5000】

"You have to agree to Qi Qingchan's conditions." Han Zhao thought to himself, he asked Qi Qingchan for help in the simulation, but the other party just sent someone to escort him. No one can stop the ancestors.

"simulation."

【.】

[On the way, you encountered an attack from the ancestor of the Wang family. Qi Qingchan rushed to stop him. 】

[When you and Qi Yuntian entered the sphere of influence of Tianxuanzong, they were ambushed by Bailingzong and the Murong family. 】

【.】

【You were seriously injured and died shortly after arriving at Tianxuanzong. 】

[1. Obtain entry (optional)]

[2. Obtain attribute points]

[3. Obtain any part of life experience]

"This road works!" Han Zhao's eyes lit up.

The attribute points were kept just now because they couldn't solve the problem of the ancestor of the Wang family, no matter how much he added, it was useless. But as long as Qi Qingchan can be persuaded to stop the patriarch of the Wang family, then the remaining problems can be solved by adding points.

"Boom!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in." Han Zhao responded.

"Squeak!" With a sound, the door was pushed open.

Under the dim and flickering candlelight, Lian Chengxue was dressed in lavender tulle, with tall peaks, and the narrow silk underwear could only cover half of it, and her waistline as thin as a willow branch perfectly outlined her beautiful figure .

Lian Chengxue lowered her eyes, and closed the door again shyly.

"One." [Obtain the auxiliary fate entry 'Yin-Yang Rotation']

Han Zhao muttered silently with great perseverance, and his eyes returned to Lian Chengxue.

"Cheng Xue, what are you doing?"

"Ask knowingly!" Lian Chengxue scolded.

"I" Han Zhao was about to speak, when a gust of fragrant wind rushed towards his face.

thump!

He was pushed down on the bed.