The old researcher who was sent to the virtual arena by Wang Jiu himself could no longer hear the sounds around him.

Looking at the handsome face in front of him that seemed to be a person in the painting and the childhood sweetheart who was snuggling beside him, the 80-year-old virgin was mixed.

There was the happiness of two people's love in the first twenty years, the confusion of the emotional line breaking overnight, and the humiliation of coming to the door to ask for explanation... However, before he could wake up from this complex experience, he saw the man opposite raise his eyebrows and said in a contemptuous tone: "Get out quickly, I have to teach you a lesson before I know what's going on? I heard that you are still a person who likes to read, and your mind is reading in a cessation pit?"

Listening to the same words as more than fifty years ago, the old man was even more confused and didn't know what to do.

The young man opposite became more and more aggressive, and the jade-colored sword in his hand was raised upwards, and a thin sword wind hung from the old man's ear.

"You think I'm scaring people?"

The woman next to her frowned slightly and pulled his sleeve: "Don't, don't be too..."

"I know, I won't kill him, at most one arm is broken. Anyway, he is a scholar, and he can read books with one hand, hahaha."

Accompanied by a rushing laughter, the jade sword swung again, and the slender sword energy directly aimed at the old man's shoulder blade. If this sword hit, not to mention breaking an arm, half of the body would have to separate.

However, when the old man was about to hit the target, he subconsciously shrank down and let the sword energy brush across his arms just right. The sharp sword energy instantly cut off the flesh and bones, causing a severe pain.

"Ahhhh!"

The old man screamed, and the next moment the illusion disappeared, and the entire space was shattered like glass.

Wang Jiu shook his head when he looked around.

This virtual arena directly draws the memories of the contestants to form a battlefield, so the scene in front of me happens to be the personal experience of the old man back then.

Judging from the resumes of the team members he obtained, this researcher named Zhu He was given a cuckold by a second-generation immortal from a noble family when he was young. His childhood sweetheart, who had been in trouble for more than 20 years, was coaxed into bed overnight. When Zhu He went to ask for an explanation, he was injured on the spot, which became the shadow of his life.

After decades, this shadow remains heavy.

Although Zhu He is obviously not a practical school, he has been in the late stage of the Fuyu Realm after 80 years of practice. His whole body of martial arts is the best practice exercises selected at Qinglian Academy. His basic skills are solid, and he is a first-class expert in Xiangzhou Continent.

The second generation of immortals who appeared in the arena was only under 30 years old, and his cultivation was barely reached the Fengyun Realm. His first swordsmanship was just a good example. The jade sword in his hand had not been properly sacrificed... It was the standard second generation of immortals in the third-tier township and indigenous families. With Zhu He's strength at this time, he could crush 180 with just raising his eyebrows.

But the second generation of immortals took off Zhu He's arm as soon as they raised their hand. This scene was simply a joke in the world of immortal cultivation.

After Zhu He was cut off his arm, he even started crying loudly.

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts me so much..." While crying, the old man rolled around with his arms covering his arms, tears flowing.

It is obvious that the pain in the Illusion Arena is only one-small of the real environment, and when the battle is over, all pain connections will be interrupted, after all, it is an entertainment facility and will not really hurt people. But Zhu He acted as if his arm was really broken.

At this time, the scholars watching showed sympathy and compassionate eyes.

Although this is an unreasonable picture in the eyes of most people, it is empathetic for colleagues in the academy. Everyone experienced similar pain when they were young. Because they were dedicated to studying and research, even if they were involved in the path of immortality, they had no practical skills. They could neither fly to immortality with swords nor open an altar to pray for others to avoid disasters, so they were often bullied.

Not to mention his colleagues in the circle of immortal cultivation, and even some mortal martial arts masters came to challenge... Zhu He broke his hand at the beginning, and although he quickly took it back, his mental damage was always left.

"So, Dean, that's what you said, the fun of kendo?"

Looking at Zhu He who was crying on the ground, someone finally couldn't help asking.

Wang Jiu said, "Yes, don't you understand?"

Everyone looked at each other and felt unreasonable. What fun is this experience of rolling all over the ground?

Wang Jiu was immediately saddened by the understanding of these sword team researchers: "Aren't that person holding the sword very happy?"

"...Dean, are you talking about that villain!?"

Wang Jiu said: "Of course, he relied on the swordsmanship to not only steal people's spouse, but also hurt people, leaving a psychological shadow for decades. I think this perfectly meets the instinct needs of human beings."

"This, this is too erratic..." The researchers present only felt that their views were shattered, but they did not have the ability of elder Shang Miaoyu to speak well. They only felt that they could not speak and felt uncomfortable.

Wang Jiu said: "If you bring your character to Zhu He, you will naturally feel that swordsmanship is harmful and has no advantage. It is best to disappear from the world. But if you change the character and look at it from the perspective of that villain, as long as you know a little sword technique, you can pry someone else's spouse and beat him to be unable to complete mating within decades. Wouldn't it be fun?"

"This, this is too bad, we civilized people can't enjoy it..."

Before a young monk could refute, Wang Jiu activated the Unreal Arena again, pulled Zhu He who was rolling on the ground and threw himself into the arena again.

The opponent is still the second generation of immortals who hates to seize his wife, and he still hugged the woman with signs of estrus on her face, holding a jasper sword in one hand.

"It's you again? Can you learn a lesson? Or can you be excited when you watch your sweetheart be happy in the arms of others?"

The Unreal Arena, which has spent a huge budget to purchase, provides extremely high artificial intelligence, allowing this projected opponent to adapt to local conditions and speak extremely mean and vicious words.

Zhu He covered his shoulders with his hands, feeling his heart exploded, but he really faced the psychological shadow that had troubled him for decades, but he couldn't raise the courage no matter what...

At this moment, Wang Jiu appeared beside him and handed a pure white sword into his hand.

The next moment, the white sword guided Zhu He to pounce forward suddenly.

"No!"

Zhu He subconsciously wanted to resist, but the sword was irresistible and stuck to him, and rushed forward and instantly hit the young man's jade sword.

The slender green sword shattered, and the young man was hit by a huge force and flew backwards for more than a hundred meters. He rolled on the empty ground, rolling until most of his face fell off, revealing pale bones, and finally stopped.

"Help, help..."

In just a moment, the young man fell into the abyss from the sky. With his muscles and bones broken, he didn't even have the strength to get up, and could only shout help weakly on the spot.

Zhu He looked at his dying opponent in disbelief, then looked at the white sword in his hand, not knowing what to say.

Rationally speaking, he certainly knew that the young man opposite was definitely not his opponent, but his own inner demon was too heavy and he could not take action. If the inner demon was broken by external forces, there would be no suspense in the outcome of the battle.

But looking at the young man begging for mercy on the ground, he never felt real victory. After all, bullying a 30-year-old young man at the age of 80 is really not a skill...

Of course, it is actually very satisfying to say whether it is happy or not. In the past few decades, he has imagined more than once that if he could have exquisite sword skills, he would definitely...

Just as I thought of this, I saw two more in the Illusion Arena.

A middle-aged sword cultivator with a majestic expression and a graceful noble lady beside her.

Seeing these two people, Zhu He shivered again.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man begging for mercy on the ground, sneered, and a jasper-colored sword light fell, cutting off the young man's head, cutting off his pain, then raised his sword eyebrows and said in a deep voice.

"Zhu He, after living for 80 years, he only learned to bully the little guy? I heard that you entered Qinglian Academy, a third-campus. I thought you had improved a little, but it seemed that you were still useless."

The woman next to her also said, "I was a little guilty to you at the beginning, but I didn't expect that you were such a bullying and fearing the strong in your heart. I was really disappointed with you."

"I, I didn't..." Looking at the middle-aged couple in front of him, Zhu He wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know what to say.

These two people are of course the later Immortal Second Generation and childhood sweethearts.

There are not so many good things in the world that will be rewarded with evil and evil. The second generation of immortals who seized their beloved later relied on the support of family resources, their ability to explore speculation, and their beautiful swordsmanship. After decades of practice, they successfully advanced to the peak of the Rain Realm. They also have a powerful magic weapon. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are half a master of Paishan Realm. The childhood sweetheart also relied on solid basic skills to firmly hold the position of the main palace, always keeping the charming and bastards out of the family... Simply put, both of them have found happiness and achievements in their lives, and have not been retribution for the evil they have done before.

So Zhu He never paid attention to those two people. Although he is now a monk from Qinglian Academy and his identity is much higher than that local snake, he also knows that he can't afford to be a local snake who has been booming through swordsmanship.

Now that when the enemy meets, he not only dares not jealous, but even dares to look at him directly, but he just wishes he can travel as far as he can.
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