Fantasy Simulator

Chapter 7 Calm

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After understanding this, Chen Heng pondered for a long time, and had a very clear understanding of the rules of the simulator.

Before that, he subconsciously thought that as long as he put in the tickets, he would be able to wait until he started the simulation.

But now it appears that is clearly not the case.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little speechless, and his understanding of the simulator became clearer at this moment.

Then, he couldn't help lowering his head and looking in front of him.

Redemption points: 23.

After going through the previous big turntable and the simulation just now, he only had twenty-three points left at this moment.

Twenty-three o'clock, such a little point, is basically only enough for a simulated ticket.

If the simulation fails again this time, Chen Changming won't even be able to get the points for a simulation.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, and then temporarily chose to give up.

At the end of the first simulation, he still has a lot of things that he hasn't adapted to, and it takes a while to temper and stabilize the results in the simulated world.

Before that, he was not in a hurry for the next projection for the time being.

Instead of starting the projection now, it's better to wait a little longer, wait until the points are more abundant, and then do the next simulation before it is too late.

At this moment, this thought flashed through his mind, thinking like this.

"It's the last time, so be careful..."

Sitting on the head of the bed, he looked at the calluses on his hands, and this thought flashed through his mind.

Although the exchange of the big turntable brought him a huge change, in fact, there was not much change in appearance.

It's just that if there are people who are familiar with him, maybe they can see some of them and detect some clues.

Although this is not a big problem, Chen Heng still subconsciously felt that he should cover it up somewhat.

With that in mind, he walked out of the room.

In the hall, Chen Jing had disappeared, and he didn't know where he went to fool around.

There was only Wang Li around, a busy figure.

After saying hello to Wang Li, Chen Heng walked out and just walked out of the community.

Outside the community, he found a pharmacy, bought some ointment, and went back.

"Apply a few more times and it should be gone."

In the room, looking at his calloused palm, Chen Heng flashed this thought in his heart.

That night, after dinner, Chen Heng went out alone.

This time he went out, instead of going to play in those busy streets as usual, he walked to a park alone.

This is a place in Chen Heng's memory. Because it has been in disrepair all the year round, no one will come here now.

Around, usually only some elderly people come here, dancing square dance enthusiastically.

Walking into this place, Chen Heng walked to a corner familiarly.

The surroundings were so quiet that it seemed extremely quiet.

This place is where he often comes, whether it is before or after his rebirth.

Because of this, he is very familiar with this area, and can easily find a quiet and uninhabited place.

Walking into this place, he did not hesitate too much, took out the package behind him, and took out the wooden sword in it.

The wooden sword belongs to Chen Jing.

Martial arts are prevalent in this world, and various martial arts institutions are numerous, and many of them teach swordsmanship.

Chen Jing signed up for such a training class when she was a child.

It is not clear that a decent skill has been learned, anyway, a lot of wooden swords like this have been issued.

Just used the waste.

Gently raising his hand, he raised the wooden sword in his hand, Chen Heng's face was focused, he silently looked forward, and then waved vigorously.

wow...

A gust of sword wind swept across the front, rippling at this moment.

At this moment, Chen Heng was holding a long sword in his hand, waving it one by one, re-familiar with the body at the moment.

Previously, in the simulated world, he had fought for more than ten years, and he had already practiced a superb swordsmanship in the fight.

After returning to the real world, although these things did not disappear, they always had to re-adapt to the body before they could fully recover.

At this moment, the purpose of Chen Heng's training is just like this.

In order to prevent a lot of movement, his movements were very slow, and every waving movement could be seen clearly, it looked like he was practicing, nothing special.

On the side of the road, occasionally someone passed by, looking at Chen Heng's movements, he didn't feel anything, but felt a little surprised.

Tread...tread...tread...

A burst of light footsteps sounded, swaying from a distance.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

The woman looked at the old man in front of her and saw him suddenly standing there, she couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Excellent swordsmanship..."

In front of the woman, the old man opened his mouth softly and looked forward, with some surprise in his sight.

Ahead, under the dim light, the scene in it slowly emerged.

A young boy who seemed to be no more than high school was standing there, waving the wooden long sword in his hand constantly, practicing here.

Fang Yi couldn't help but looked up and took a serious look.

Look.

Then she noticed the difference.

Compared with the rest of his peers, the boy's sword was held very firmly and steadily. Although he moved very slowly, his familiarity with swordsmanship was obviously very terrifying.

However, if that's just the case, it doesn't seem surprising.

It's just a solid foundation.

So Fang Yi couldn't help but wonder, and looked at the old man.

Seemingly feeling Fang Yi's sight, the old man shook his head and said, "This is swordsmanship for murder..."

"It's different from the bells and whistles taught outside, the swordsmanship this kid uses, every move can kill people..."

He opened his mouth softly, and his face couldn't help but be a little surprised at this time.

The swordsmanship practiced by Chen Heng was summed up by him in the long battle.

This kind of swordsmanship may not look good, not as good as those fancy swordsmanships, but it is extraordinarily practical. The purpose of every sword is to kill people.

Of course, most people can't see the difference.

But obviously, this old man is not an ordinary person.

"Murder?"

Fang Yi couldn't help but stunned, her face changed slightly: "This..."

"I just don't know, who taught it..."

Wang Qi opened his mouth softly, with an interesting smile on his face: "It's kind of interesting..."

"Let's go."

After watching for a while in the corner, he continued to take a step forward and said, "We are going to follow, but there are still things to do..."

"The evil spirit doesn't seem to be hiding here, let's go to the next place to see."

He said softly, his face gradually becoming dull.

"Yes."

Fang Yi's face suddenly became respectful: "There are two possible places..."