My Simping System

The stars are shining, and the Star Sea flows across.

Under the starry sky, the sea reflects the stars, and a small island floats lonely.

The altar on the island has countless words and patterns left over from ancient countries.

In front of the altar, the buds of green trees sprout.

"Hoo..."

The black-clothed youth living in front of the altar slowly opened his eyes at this time.

He is Chen Che.

Xu is lucky enough, or he made a right bet.

After jumping into Space Crack and hurriedly escaped, not only was he not dead, but also met a new opportunity.

This is the top level of the ruined tower. Only those who have passed the trial can come here.

Chen Che's gaze fell on his empty right arm sleeve.

In the ruins of the tomb at the bottom of the North Holy Land, Ye An cut off his arm, wounding the spirit vein, life hanging by a thread, and almost killed him.

At the last moment, Chen Lao sacrificed himself and procrastinated for him.

"Power of Stars is enough."

"My broken arm, it's time to recover...!"

Chen Che relieved, and then closed Eyes.

The green tree buds in front of the altar shimmered suddenly.

Immediately, that glimmer of light gushed out like running water, hovering around Chen Che's broken arm, and gradually condensed into the outline of an arm.

The contour lines of white bone, bloodline, flesh and blood, and spirit vein are all clearly visible.

The living dead, fleshy bones, and broken arms, these medical skills need to find a famous doctor in Zhong Prefecture to do it.

But at this moment, Chen Che did it on his own.

Right hand The contour lines at the broken arm gradually disappeared, replaced by the emergence of brown skin.

Crunch...!

At first, the regenerated arm was a bit rusty.

But Chen Che soon adapted.

"The regeneration of the broken arm...successful."

Chen Che looked happy, staring at the palm of his right hand.

The broken arm is remedied, the spirit vein is restored, and it is generally speaking. This is impossible.

Only those who master the Holy Temple of the divine technique, or the famous Divine Doctor, can do it.

With Chen Che's current ability, being able to do this is already hitting great luck.

This is a joy.

But suddenly, there was a hint of resentment in Chen Che's eyes.

"I don't know where Qingxue has reached, but with her intelligence, she will definitely be able to solve the puzzle of the tower—"

"It's nothing more than the stars in the sky The rules of operation that's all."

Chen Che lifts the head, looking at the sky, with a lot of hatred in his tone: "Ye An ah Ye An, I can meet this opportunity, and I still have to thank you. "

"If you kill me, the secret technique of the old dust can make me reborn and become stronger."

"But you are so arrogant that you don't kill me, but you let me meet For this opportunity."

"Immediately, it will be my revenge soon, only when Qingxue arrives...!"

......

...

"Yawn...!"

Ye An brows slightly wrinkle, rubbing his nose.

Another punch broke the skeleton of the skeleton.

For some reason, he always feels a little weird and uncomfortable inside.

"Ha, yawn...?"

Mu Qingxue followed behind and said with interest: "Sir Holy Son, is this a cold?"

Cultivation people generally do not get sick, especially after the complete breakthrough Body Tempering Realm, their lifespan will be greatly increased, and they will no longer suffer from wind-cold disease.

Ye An didn't bother to take care of her seriously, but in his heart unfathomable mystery felt that someone was targeting him.

Maybe this is intuition.

"If Sir Holy Son catches a cold, take a rest here."

Mu Qingxue smiled slightly, "If something happens, it won't be good."

Ye An glanced at her and heard the threat in this little girl's words.

But he didn't worry too much, said solemnly: "It's all on the last floor, rest?"

"Find out the secret of this high tower early, and get out early."

"The world is very cold, and your Majesty's bed is probably only warm in this world."

Mu Qingxue's smile gradually solidified, and she was silent for a moment, and said, "Okay, respect Sir Holy Son's decision."

Remove the pattern mark of Ninth Layer.

So far, from Second Layer to Ninth Layer, a total of eight patterns have been assembled.