my simulation longevity

Chapter 125 Odd luck is not luck

Since the beginning of this game, it has become the most popular activity of monk Cong Yunhai.

Especially at the last game of Dingyu at the end of each year, there are so many monks participating that the island is almost crowded.

Everyone wants to get rich overnight.

Li Fan also went to join in the excitement of the anchor game at the end of 16.

He found that this Dingyu really had some tricks.It's not just just luck.

You know, the fish in this isolated island lake come from all over the sea of ​​clouds.

Those who can travel tens of thousands of miles to come here are not bad in every skill.

During the 27-day observation period, these fish must not only ensure their survival position in the lake, but also accumulate strength and prepare for the final leap into the sky.

On the day when the lake finally erupted, when the water splashed, the position of each fish also largely determined the final jump height.

Tens of thousands of fish, in this lake, their fates are intertwined, fighting each other for their lives.

The only lucky one not only has to defeat its competitors, but also depends on the "destiny" of the lake to become the final winner.

How difficult it is!

Li Fan's spiritual thoughts flowed among thousands of fish, and he wandered around for a long time, but he couldn't find a particularly suitable one.

In the end, he could only randomly choose a fish that looked strong before the time limit.

As a result, the fish failed to survive the remaining three days, and was swallowed by two other fish in partnership before the lake water gushed out.

Li Fan shook his head and had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky.

In the end, it turned out that the one that jumped above all the fish was actually a sickly, inconspicuous white pomfret.

This fish was barely able to survive in the lake before, but unexpectedly it had the last laugh.

The monks played back the pictures recorded by the photo stone, only to find out that the white pomfret was so lucky.

When the lake erupted, it happened to be at the point where the current was the most intense.

In addition, it has been accumulating strength before, and with the blessing of various factors, it can soar into the sky and take the lead.

No one could have expected it, and could only look at this white pomfret with regret.

Li Fan locked it with no intention of killing, and carefully remembered its appearance in his heart.

"I don't know, in the next life, will this fish win in the end?" Li Fan thought inexplicably.

When Dingyu is over, some people are happy while others are sad.

But what has to be done still needs to be done.

A group of monks joined hands, and soon, except for the white pomfret, all the other fish in the lake were refined into essence in an instant.

The white pomfret swallowed this mass of energy, and its body swelled several times in an instant.

The teeth became as sharp as blades, and blood-red stripes appeared between the scales, and a fierce breath emerged from his body.

In a short period of time, this white pompano seems to have completed the transformation that other fish may not be able to complete after a lifetime of hard work.

Put the white pomfret back into the sea, and all the monks left together.

Li Fan also followed.

Halfway through the flight, Li Fan was suddenly stunned.

Because, in the phaseless murderous intent induction, the aura of the white pomfret that has just completed its transformation and reached the sky in one step is rapidly fading.

"Huh? What's the situation?" Li Fan was a little curious, and immediately activated the technique of heavenly vision and earthly hearing.

In the picture, five ugly and fierce fish are besieging the white pomfret.

The strength of each of these fish is not inferior to the white pomfret that has just transformed.

Now that there is a collective siege, how can it resist.

Soon he was seriously injured and dying.

Li Fan could see clearly that these five fish were mixed with essence and blood, obviously they did not evolve to the present level on their own, and there were obvious traces of artificial cultivation.

"Interesting, these are the fish that won in the past few years?" Li Fan figured out the cause and effect in an instant.

These lucky fish cannot enter the lake again because of the blocking of the formation outside the isolated island to participate in the fish fixation.

But they have faintly developed intelligence, knowing that there will be new fish chiefs born here every month.

Therefore, they guarded here, and jointly strangled these newly born fish chiefs, and shared its flesh and blood.

You can't get good luck, but you can eat the fish that got good luck, and the effect is the same.

Under Li Fan's watchful eyes, the white pomfret that the monks had just said was "destined to go" and "lucky enough to defy the sky" disappeared in an instant and was buried in the belly of five fish.

Only the bright red blood stain rising slowly from the bottom of the sea proves that it once existed.

After the five different fishes were full, the energy in their bodies swelled up a bit.

Satisfied, he shook his head and left.

Li Fan looked at this scene from a distance, but fell into deep thought.

Back on Ten Thousand Immortals Island, he did not choose to retreat in the Tianxuan Mirror.

Instead, he squinted his eyes, looked up at the sky, and then looked at the statue of the tall crowned old man on the island overlooking all living beings.

The deeper the feeling in the heart.

"Perhaps, there is nothing new in this world..."

Li Fanming understood.

Time passed slowly without stopping.

After 17 years of anchoring, Zhang Haobo's cultivation has broken through to the middle stage of foundation establishment.

Li Fan observed for a while and found that he no longer practiced "Dinghai Shenjian" over and over again.

Instead, the journey of chasing the wind started again.

It's just different from before, Zhang Haobo danced his sword with the wind every time he went to a wind disaster site.

One hundred and eight Dinghaishenjians are combined into a giant blue sword.

In Zhang Haobo's hands, facing the howling wind, he slashed against the trend.

The roaring wind disaster seemed to be weakening under his sword after sword swing.

But this trend is very weak, and it is difficult for Li Fan to detect the flow and changes of spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth unless he sees and listens clearly.

But Zhang Haobo looked like he was not surprised.

Never giving up, chasing one wind disaster after another.

He honed his sword intent in the wind.

"It seems that it's not far from him breaking through again." Li Fan didn't feel envious of his rapid progress at all.

As early as the moment he entered the world of cultivating immortals under the burden of "really true", Li Fan knew that the speed of cultivation was not that important to him at all.

What he should do is to build up an extremely solid foundation through the accumulation of life after life.

But now that he saw the white pomfret being eaten separately, he strengthened his judgment even more.

Only by cultivating the Eternal Law can there be a slight possibility to escape from the dead end.

……

Li Fan's life on Wanxian Island was as peaceful as ever.

After anchoring in the middle of 17, Li Fan saved more than 8000 contribution points and bought two low-grade people's wonders.

Went out for a trip and unlocked the second anchor point of [True].

For the time being, he did not choose to anchor directly. Li Fan planned to see how the third anchor was unlocked before making any plans.

However, not long after that, Li Fan's peaceful life was broken.

He received a summons from the Tianji Hall of the Ten Thousand Immortals League, asking him to assist in the investigation of a mysterious death case involving two Nascent Souls, six Golden Cores, nineteen Foundation Establishments, and several Qi Refining monks.

(End of this chapter)