40,000 Years of Cultivation

"Fuck, Li Yao, no wonder they all call you'Shadowless Hand'. The 11 Mustang GT you changed, soared to a hundred yards in three seconds. It's almost like changing a car completely. I'm so happy. Shoot!"

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"1 minute 59 seconds! 1 minute 59 seconds! God, am I wrong? A new underground car **** is born!"

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"Promise me, stop racing, and be a car repair technician honestly. No one will look down on you. One day, we will have our own 4S shop!"

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"Brother Yao, Brother Yao, I beg you, help me, one last time, except you, who can run the entire river road in 1 minute and 59 seconds? I owe Scars 300,000 yuan, not today You will die, you will die!"

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"Doctor! Doctor! Help him! He is only 23 years old!"

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Amidst the harsh screams, Li Yao jumped up from the floor, drenched in cold sweat.

The morning light outside the window was shining, and the light curtain instrument was still playing classic old songs, like a puppet, the young man was sluggish for half a minute before he gradually broke free from the incomparably real nightmare.

This nightmare was his biggest secret, and even the old man hadn't told it. Since he had the memory, he would have the same strange dream every three to five, just like a... lingering memory.

In the dream, although the same name is Li Yao, he has a completely different life. In a very weird world, he works as a "car repair mechanic" in a place called a "4S" shop.

And in the dark night, he is a very powerful car tuner and speed driver in the "underground racing circle" in that bizarre city. In the night when the engines roar and the adrenaline explodes, he has made a list of items that are jaw-dropping. The record-until death is soaring!

Although repeating death over and over in a dream is a very painful thing, Li Yao did not resent, but was a little fortunate. If it hadn’t been for the dream to give him another life experience, he would never have been in a dangerous grave. Live to this day.

It doesn't matter whether this is just a weird nightmare or a tangled memory from a previous life.

All kinds of yesterday, such as death yesterday; all kinds of today, such as birth today.

No matter who Li Yao was yesterday, Li Yao today is an ordinary middle school student in the Tianyuan Realm, Star Federation, and Floating City.

—Is someone who wants to become a master craftsman!

He took a deep breath, cleaned up the room briefly, and finished washing, just after six o'clock, Li Yao put on his schoolbag and carried the stereo light curtain, and strode out of the house.

Today is Monday, and there is a morning meeting in the morning, and you must arrive at school before 7:30.

Chaoyang New Village is 30 miles away from the second high school affiliated to the Chixiao School where he is studying. It can be reached by taking "Underground Crystal Rail Line 3" to "Line 7", but it will cost eight yuan.

Reluctant to spend money, Li Yao threw off his long legs, picked up the "Spirit Snake Body Method" taught in the school, and shot it towards the main city.

At this time, it was the dawn when the morning sun was rising, the sky was full of light, and the spiritual power was gushing out.

Looking from a distance, Floating City is like a behemoth that has awakened, and all the big sects and forces have dispersed their restraints, exuding colorful brilliance.

Many cultivators are suspended in mid-air, taking advantage of the transition of day and night, suffocating the sun and the moon, and the whole body is surrounded by octagonal runes. Some people are surrounded by cranes, fire crows, and meteors. They are magnificent and domineering. .

A large floating boat drags a long tail flame, slowly moving in the sky, the tail flame is intertwined in the blue sky and white clouds into a huge net, small and exquisite private shuttles, shuttle between the meshes Constantly, issued a sweet whistle.

—This is the morning of Floating City, the center of federal training!

Li Yao shrugged and shrugged like a spring with full strength. Every step can go out more than 20 meters at a very fast speed. However, the posture is very ugly, and some passersby look sideways, but he does not care and concentrates on cultivating. But in half an hour, he arrived near the school, with white mist enveloping his head, and a layer of white sweat formed on his back.

He didn't walk directly into the school gate, but he flashed into a poor street next to the school.

A rusty iron sign was hung deep in the alley, with six words "Lao Wang Second-hand Store" and a line of small words underneath: "Specializing in all kinds of second-hand magic weapons, concurrently engaged in magic weapons modification, and refined armor. , Power leveling spirit beasts, defense formation maintenance, mountain gate opening, and so on."

As if knowing that Li Yao would come, a small window opened, revealing a bald head, an old man with wicked eyes.

"Ha, I lost more than two thousand cards last night. Zhengshou couldn't explain to the old woman when he went back. The God of Wealth came to the door, little demon, what good stuff did Grandpa Wang bring to you?" The old man smiled wickedly.

"Come on, even if you lose all your pants, don't even think about bargaining from me!" Li Yao unceremoniously patted the paw stretched out of the old Wang's head and hesitated. Although he felt a little heartache, he still took out the light curtain. Yi handed it over.

Although he still wants to study the three-layer stacking chip technology, after all, real money is more important. It is very expensive to go to private high school. The elixir and auxiliary equipment that must be purchased in order to practice are the same as killing people without seeing blood.

No matter what the end of the year, the poor, the rich and the military, are the truth, and the road to the cultivator is to be piled up with white money.

"Sure enough, it's a good thing!"

Lao Wang obviously knew the goods. He took a glance at the light curtain device, and his eyes showed a light of approval. He didn't try it out, and he said directly: "One price, nine thousand five!"

A warm current surged through Li Yao's heart, and the price was much higher than the market price of second-hand goods. Pharaoh's head let him take advantage of it again.

Although this old man did not look like a good person, he was the person who treated him best besides his father in Li Yao's memory. Every time he trades more or less, he always takes advantage of him. He also pays him some rewards every three to five. Philip's work.

Without the help of Mr. Wang, after the death of his father, Li Yao might not be able to maintain the high tuition fees of private middle schools.

"It doesn't take that much, just give nine thousand, and the remaining five hundred to Grandma Wang, just say you won the poker game-no thanks, who told me to respect the old and love the young so much? I can’t bear to watch you kneel and rub your old bones. Where’s the clothes board? Let’s go, and the morning meeting is about to be done. Just hit my account with the money!" Li Yao waved his hand and bounced away.

Lao Wang suddenly stopped him: "Wait, little monster."

Li Yao stopped and deliberately said: "Wow, old man, don't you think five hundred is too little, right?"

"Bah, I think back then, the old man was a superb master of magic weapon modification, millions of dollars per minute, and you look like a piece of cake? The old man wants to tell you that the college entrance examination will be in a hundred days, and you guys should be good. Try to get into a good university. Don’t think that if you have a magic weapon repair skill, you don’t know the sky and the earth! The world is big, you will know when you are admitted to the university. In front of the real craftsman, you are now with this skill. What a fart!" The old Wang blew his beard and stared.

Li Yao felt warm again and shook his fist hard: "I will definitely be admitted to college, Grandpa Wang!"