My disciples have hidden identities

Ji Pingsheng yelled, suppressed the discussion, and said after scanning the disciples: "In the next month, I will conduct special training for you to ensure that everyone's strength will greatly increase before the 'Emperor's Submission'. "

"Special training?"

Everyone was bewildered and looked at Ji Pingsheng suspiciously.

They felt that their little suzerain was about to make trouble again.

Who are all here?

Jing Muxi, a kendo genius who is rare in ten thousand years.

Qiluo, the Three Disasters Realm, is in the process of breaking through the Three Disasters.

Ji Youkun, transformed into a monster.

Chi Zhengyang, the peak of the Broken Palace Realm.

Everyone is a hundred times stronger than Ji Pingsheng, how is this special training?

Of course, only Ji Pingsheng didn't know.

In his eyes, except for Ji Youkun, everyone is in the realm of fate.

And he, with a perfect life palace, is of course qualified to train disciples specially!

Ji Pingsheng first set his sights on Jing Muxi, and asked: "Jing Muxi, are you still insisting on swinging your sword? Is it effective?"

Jing Muxi stood up after being silent for a while, and said solemnly: "Still persisting, the effect is huge, thank you for your guidance!"

Thank you, Sovereign Master, for your advice?

This sentence made Qi Luo and Chi Zhengyang stunned, and they looked at Ji Pingsheng with surprise.

What did the little suzerain give advice to make Jing Muxi thank you?

"it is good!"

Seeing Jing Muxi's progress, Ji Pingsheng was in a good mood, and ordered: "Now I will give you a special training task. Within a month, swing the sword 100 million times, can you do it!"

100 times?

Isn't it how long a day is over?

Jing Muxi was slightly taken aback: "Well, isn't 100 million times too..."

"not much!"

Ji Pingsheng interrupted unceremoniously: "I'm just asking if you can do it!"

The corner of Jing Muxi's mouth twitched, and she nodded helplessly: "Yes."

He was a little speechless in his heart, always felt that the little suzerain had underestimated me?

"and also."

Ji Pingsheng took out a book from the ring, threw it to Jing Muxi, and said with a calm expression: "This is the sword formula I created by myself, take it back and learn it."

Jing Osmanthus: "..."

Jing Muxi stared blankly at the blank paper book in his hand, and only four words were reflected in his clear pupils.

"Nine Swords of Life"!

"Self-created, hahahaha! Senior brother, don't disappoint the kindness of the little suzerain!"

Before Jing Muxi could react, Qi Luo let out a big laugh like a silver bell, with a malicious expression on her face.

Create your own...

Not to mention that Qi Luo laughed, even Chi Zhengyang immediately tensed his face, for fear that he couldn't hold back his laughter.

This time Jing Muxi couldn't hold back the calmness on her face anymore, she said in a panic: "Sect Master, don't you need it?"

Although he doesn't have a sword art, he is not a rotten fish that can make up for it!

"You can tell it at a glance. If you can't understand it, it means that your talent in swordsmanship is extremely poor."

Ji Pingsheng ignored Qi Luo's laughter and said in a flat tone.

"Let's watch together, watch together, I also want to watch the masterpiece of the little suzerain!"

Qi Luo coaxed with a smile on her face, Ji Youkun also stuck out her little head curiously.

"I read……"

Jing Muxi had no choice but to put "Nine Swords of Life" on the ancient table, and gently opened it.

The entire book of sword formulas has only one page, with nine columns per page, and a total of 27 characters.

"I want to see what masterpiece it is."

Qi Luo looked over with a trace of curiosity.

Then... the smile on his face froze immediately, his red lips parted slightly, showing an expression of disbelief.

Jing Muxi stared fixedly at the 27 large characters, his pupils constricted, and his hand holding the wooden sword trembled.

"what happened?"

Seeing the expressions of these two people, Chi Zhengyang couldn't help but looked over in doubt.

Instant silence!

Only Ji Youkun was ignorant and didn't understand.

Final decision, broken sword, broken knife, broken spear, broken whip, broken rope, broken palm, broken arrow, broken breath!

I can understand it, but I can't understand it!

"This is... the method of breaking thousands of weapons?!"

Qi Luo murmured in shock.

"Do not."

Jing Muxi shook his head with a solemn expression: "This is the sword art that breaks thousands of weapons!"

Before they recovered from the shock, the "Nine Swords of Life" that lay flat on the ancient table suddenly changed!

A spiritual light capable of reaching the sky shoots out from the "Nine Swords of Life" and goes straight to the top of the ancient bronze palace!

Chapter 19 Dao Pin Jue "Nine Swords of Life"!

Just when everyone was still immersed in the nine breaking styles of "Nine Swords of Life", a vision suddenly appeared.

The "Nine Swords of Life" that was quietly placed on the table suddenly trembled from the distance, and the fragile white paper disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the characters written in black ink floating in the air.

With the inexplicable destruction of the entire book, the aura within a radius of ten meters began to riot, as if stimulated or ordered, it turned into torrents and flew in mid-air.

The torrent of spiritual energy is getting bigger and bigger, and the absorbed spiritual energy is also increasing.

From the spiritual energy within a ten-meter radius, to the spiritual energy in the entire ancient bronze temple, and even the spiritual energy outside the temple, all rushed into the torrent like crazy.

The torrents of spiritual energy like thin rivers converged together to form a huge spiral of spiritual energy, which just stopped quietly in the air.

"what's going on?"

Ji Pingsheng suddenly stood up from the Purple Gold Holy Throne, his face changed in shock.

Why did the "Nine Swords of Life" that he had devoted his whole life to write suddenly blow up?

The spiritual energy spiral dancing wildly in the sky absorbed all the spiritual energy in the entire ancient bronze palace, even the spiritual energy in the Palace of Life.

No one has seen this kind of situation before, and they all showed expressions of shock.

At the moment of the change, Jing Muxi subconsciously grasped the wooden sword tightly, his hands were trembling, and his eyes were watching the aura spiral in the air vigilantly.

Come and explain to me personally, my sword is about to be overwhelmed!

When the aura in the palace of life was drained, Qi Luo sensed that something was wrong, and pulled Ji Youkun behind him with a flip of his hand, and the two backed away again and again.

"I seem to have seen this scene somewhere before."

Chi Zhengyang frowned and muttered to himself, as if he read it from some ancient book, it was a long time ago.

"What are you talking about!"

Ji Pingsheng said anxiously, the aura spiral above his head was getting bigger and bigger, he was afraid that it would blow up suddenly and bury them all.

"This should be the change that occurs when the quality of all things is promoted."

Chi Zhengyang said with some uncertainty, he saw this in the library pavilion of the Dayan Dynasty when he was a child.

In the Mysterious God Realm, all living treasures were not assigned ranks from the very beginning.

Even a divine weapon might have been a spiritual weapon ten thousand years ago.

Even if it is a treasure of heaven, material and earth, it may have been a weed 10 years ago.

After a long time, the baptism of heaven and earth, and the tide of aura, everything has the possibility of being promoted.

And every time the living treasure upgrades, it will cause a huge tide of spiritual energy, and this kind of scene is still small.

"Is this going to be upgraded?"

Qi Luo said with a look of surprise that she had heard rumors of promotion, but this was the first time she had seen it, and it was very novel.

Ji Pingsheng was stunned.

Could it be that I wrote something awesome?

As the aura tide gathered to the top, endless aura-like aura poured into the black ink font left behind in an instant.

Under the translucent white light, everyone could vaguely see that a brand new book formed entirely by spiritual energy was slowly condensing.

The tidal wave of spiritual energy that poured out turned into white paper in just one minute, absorbing the black ink characters floating in midair.

Surrounded by the yingying white light, the brand new sword formula slowly fell and lay flat on the table.

It's not over yet.

The brand-new "Nine Swords of Life" suddenly opened its cover automatically under the watchful eyes of everyone, and a golden light shone from the inside directly on the top of the ancient temple.

The dazzling golden light dimmed instantly, leaving behind an ethereal shadow.

The phantom was a human being, holding a six-foot long sword, and slowly swung it.

Every time Xu Ying swung his sword, he was demonstrating something.

Everybody knows.

What is the phantom showing.

The sword formula of nine swords in a lifetime!

Jing Muxi's eyes were full of fanaticism, staring at the phantom figure in mid-air without blinking.

The gazes of other people are also very hot. Even if they don't use swords, they know that this matter is rare, and they all learn it quietly.

There were only two people present who could not understand.

One is Ji Pingsheng and the other is Ji Youkun.

Ji Youkun is not a human being, so Ji Pingsheng can't understand it alone.

The movement of the phantom is mysterious and mysterious, mysterious and mysterious, the movement seems slow but extremely fast.

One trick after another.

Final decision, broken sword, broken knife, broken spear, broken whip, broken rope, broken palm, broken arrow, broken breath!

The nine-movement sword style was demonstrated before everyone realized the third point.

Gradually, the phantom dissipated, leaving only the self-opened "Nine Swords of Life" lying flat on the obsidian ancient table, emitting a faint fluorescence.

Even though the phantom had disappeared, everyone was still immersed in recollection and comprehension, and remained silent for a long time.

A silent atmosphere enveloped the bronze hall, and the sound of breathing and heartbeat could be heard clearly, as if the space was locked and time was stagnant.

Ji Pingsheng sat back on the Purple Gold Holy Throne, looking at the thoughtful faces below, he couldn't help but wonder.

What are you guys pretending to be?

I can't understand even the one with the highest cultivation, but you can still understand?

But even so, he didn't make a sound, just waiting for them to recover.