When looking back, Sanxian City was in front of it.

"Finally here."

Look at the demon text written with three characters with Sanxian City.

Ling Feng's eyes are tears.

It's not easy.

He didn't know how other people with simulator lived.

But he came along the way, the sky, the earth, and the dare.

Only three months before and after.

I lost twenty pounds, and the traces of wind and frost left on my face were left. I just judged two people with myself.

"I'm still young, what can I eat bitter?"

"If you want people to be expensive, how can you suffer?"

Ling Feng's eyes are perseverance.

He can only pick out a future from the many simulations of the simulator.

besides.

The simulator will not give him any direct help.

What do you want.

You have to rely on your own hands to create.

So Ling Feng is very clear.

If you want to be different from the vulgar, you must make a result here.

Otherwise, what is the difference between the people and the crowd.

"Although the demon world is dangerous."

"But the development space is also large."

"I was originally a small shrimp who entered Maoshan in the ghost education. Although I sold the ghost teaching in the backhand, I was accepted by Zongmen."

"Actually, my identity is embarrassing in Zongmen."

"And the demon world is the only platform that can take me to take off. Only by making achievements and entering Zhang Zu's eyes, my future will develop."

Lingfeng double fists.

He was not born to be strong, but he didn't want to drink some wine one day. He told someone with a regret that I had a chance before, but unfortunately did not seize it.

"I don't regret it."

Lingfeng's parents have died since childhood, and have been income by the ghosts to cultivate as a dark child.

The children of the poor were early at home, so his mind was more sound than his peers.

pity.

This is not a world of mind, but also depends on resources, qualifications, and backgrounds.

He is dull, and he has no elders to carry it.

Even if you know anything, you can't do anything, you can only follow the dust with the light, follow the waves.

What to eat now?

Some people have suffered a lifetime of suffering, and they can't change a chance.

"simulation."

Look at the Sanxian City in front of you.

Ling Feng seems to see the future.

[You came to Sanxian City Enron, the prosperity in the city surprised you, because you never thought that the demon world was so prosperous.]

【But you are not nostalgic for these.】

[Because you know very well that time waits for no one. You only have one year to develop here. If you can't deliver amazing results before Master Zhang comes out next year, you won't be willing to die. 】

[For this reason, you have decided to take risks, not only to gather information about the demon world, but also to establish a foothold and have a place here. 】

[For this reason, you decide to go to Sanxian Palace and present the Pingshan defense map to the three palace owners of Sanxian Palace in exchange for personal resources. 】

【You are dead.】

【Your thoughts are beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.】

[You did not see the three demon immortals, so you were stopped by the guards of the Sanxian Palace. 】

【You have been hacked.】

[Your defense map has become a ladder for a certain guard captain to rise.]

Well...

Look at the results of the simulation.

Ling Feng was stunned: "Am I being hacked?"

Think about it.

Ling Feng didn't think it was worth being surprised.

Pingshan is located on the side of Sanxian City.

The Demon King of Pingshan has always wanted to occupy Sanxian City.

Sanxian City wants to eliminate the hidden danger of Pingshan Demon King.

Naturally, the two sides are in a hostile relationship.

The Pingshan Defense Map records in detail the defense strength of each area in Pingshan Demon Village.

Firstly, he has no strength, and secondly, he has no reputation.

In the eyes of others, he is just a little monster who was lucky enough to get the defense map. Now he is eagerly holding the defense map and wants to take credit. It is strange that this credit should fall on him.

"Looks like we have to find a way."

Ling Feng frowned and muttered silently: "Simulate again."

[You are naturally alert and know the value of defense plans. 】

[In order to avoid being deprived of the fruits of victory, you decided to make a big show of it and shouted in front of Sanxian Palace: I have a Pingshan defense plan, and I want to see the three palace masters.]

【You are dead.】

[The Demon King of Pingshan has an eye in Sanxian City. Although he thinks your defense map is fake, he still made adjustments]

[Your defense map has lost its value.]

【You were executed.】

[Before you die, you heard the executioner say: I have never seen such a stupid monster.]

Well...

Ling Feng was stunned for a while.

If you don't keep a low profile, you will be hacked and you won't be able to see the three Fairy Palace Masters of Sanxian Palace.

It's not enough to make a big show of it. If the city is full of trouble, the defense plan will lose its value.

How to do this.

Ling Feng was in trouble for a while.

"Eh!"

Just thinking about it.

Ling Feng suddenly thought of another thing.

When he was in the sect, a senior brother he knew was considered to have exhausted his potential because he could not become an immortal for a long time, so he was sent to work as a patrolling disciple outside the sect.

He couldn't bear the hardship, so he asked for some money from home to spread around, hoping to be transferred elsewhere.

As a result, a lot of money was spent, but the matter never got done.

Privately.

Some people have commented: "Giving gifts is a science. If you give them incorrectly, you will not be able to see the true God."

Ling Feng never gave any gifts.

But considering the current situation, he didn't come here to give a gift.

Even the questions are exactly the same.

If you can't see the real God behind the scenes, the treasure in your hand will be useless.
To be continued...