My disciples have hidden identities

Moreover, what he is most familiar with is the smell of air.

There is some astringency, and a little miscellaneous smell, this air...

"Isn't this the earth?"

It was only now that Ji Pingsheng suddenly realized that the memory that had been buried in the depths of his mind for a long time was revealed.

What the hell!

My destiny is the earth?

Only then did Ji Pingsheng remember that his Palace of Fate is an elliptical sphere dominated by azure blue with alternating blue, white and yellow.

Isn't this what the earth looks like?

"what is happening?"

Ji Pingsheng was really confused, it resembles the earth but it is not the earth.

Because he didn't notice any breath of life from this world, not even microorganisms.

Not only that, the sun and white clouds in the sky, the sea and lakes under the sky, everything is still.

Just like the model, it is full of dead silence, completely similar but lifeless.

With deep doubts, Ji Pingsheng controlled his consciousness to wander in this illusion world.

After about a few minutes, he bumped into the culprit who brought him into the Palace of Fate.

"It's that bead again!"

Gritting his teeth, Ji Pingsheng rushed towards the glass bead suspended in the sky, and when he approached, he subconsciously slapped the cloud-dispelling palm, trying to smash the bead into pieces.

But he forgot one thing.

This bead eats spiritual energy...

A cloud-dispelling palm rolled out a small amount of spiritual energy, which was absorbed before it touched the bead.

The glass beads that had been dimmed before absorbed the new aura and became radiant, and the white glow that emanated covered the entire thousand-meter radius.

"I'm such a jerk!"

Seeing the energetic glass beads again, Ji Pingsheng was so angry that he almost slapped himself, why didn't he use his brain when doing things.

Surrounded by white awns, the glass beads suddenly began to swell.

The glass bead, which was only the size of a fingernail, swelled several times, and then returned to its original shape.

After many times of expansion and contraction, the glass beads exploded suddenly under Ji Pingsheng's horrified gaze!

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the violent aura in the glass beads was released in an instant and flowed into this false earth.

Although the explosion of the glass beads was powerful, it was not very powerful. Ji Pingsheng only took two steps back to stabilize his figure.

"What's the matter?"

Ji Pingsheng was speechless, a pair of helpless black pupils looked at the explosion range of the glass bead, wanting to see what would happen next.

He has calmed down, anyway, if he can't figure it out, then he doesn't want to.

What do you like?

After the glass bead exploded, the white awn inside stayed in the void, while the aura that emanated slowly moved towards the white awn.

Ji Pingsheng stopped in a safe state, just watching the gathering of white light and spiritual energy.

Gradually.

His face slowly changed, from expressionless to puzzled, from puzzled to surprised, from surprised to shocked my mother.

In just half a minute, Ji Pingsheng's expression kept changing like a Beijing opera.

When he saw something coming out of the condensed white glow and spiritual energy, he opened his mouth slightly, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed: "Jing Muxi?!"

That's right.

The white light and aura in the glass bead condensed into a phantom in the shape of a human in a short time.

He is very familiar with the appearance of that phantom.

It is his eldest disciple, Jing Muxi!

Chapter 48 Desperate to learn swordsmanship!

This is a phantom completely condensed by spiritual energy.

The appearance of Xuying is exactly the same as Jing Muxi, even the expression and temperament are the same.

Jing Muxi's phantom also held a wooden sword in his hand, standing in the sky with his eyes closed.

When this phantom appeared, Ji Pingsheng could clearly feel that there was a trace of life in this illusionary world, as if injecting a soul into a puppet.

"How to do this?"

Ji Pingsheng stood 20 meters away, frowning and looking at Jing Muxi's phantom, thinking.

He didn't know what it was for, what it was for, and how to use it, which made him very distressed.

If it is a plug-in, do you always have an instruction manual when you install it?

Anyway, the broken bead was activated, so can't you explain it again?

Ji Ping stared at Jing Muxi Xuying intently, his mind spinning rapidly.

This phantom is made up of spiritual energy. Although I am in the world of life palace, my spiritual consciousness can still mobilize the spiritual energy in.

If the guess is correct, Reiki should be the activation energy.

Ji Pingsheng thought about it, controlled his spiritual consciousness, and mobilized the external spiritual energy into the life palace world.

Wisps of spiritual energy came in through the hole made by the glass beads before, and quietly surrounded Ji Pingsheng.

"go."

Ji Pingsheng pointed at the phantom of Jing Osmanthus from a distance, and wisps of spiritual energy flowed into the phantom slowly.

With the continuous supply of spiritual energy, Ji Pingsheng was surprised to find that this phantom actually moved!

After having enough aura, Jing Muxi Xuying suddenly raised the wooden sword in his hand and began to swing it.

He is heartless and heartless, just like a doll, doing repetitive movements non-stop.

"This is?"

Ji Pingsheng watched intently, wanting to see what changes would happen.

20 meters away, Jing Muxi raised his hand, and several knives condensed from spiritual energy appeared out of thin air.

Each spiritual knife has a different style, including single sword, double sword, lancet, ghost head sword, machete, horse-cutting sword and so on.

All the tips of the spiritual knives shot out towards Jing Muxi's phantom, with the power of thunder and flood, they arrived in front of Jing Muxi's phantom in the blink of an eye.

Facing the attack of many spiritual knives, Jing Muxi phantom did not retreat but advanced, waving the wooden sword in his hand, and chopped it off a second before the spiritual knives were cut off.

Every blow of Jing Muxi Xuying seems to be predicting the attack of the spiritual knife, advancing and retreating, chopping and slashing, smashing all the spiritual knives in just a few seconds, its accuracy and speed even make people Ji Pingsheng was dazzled.

After all the spirit knives were shattered, another batch of the same ones appeared, attacking from all directions, while Jing Muxi phantom was still all shattered.

After repeating this several times, Ji Pingsheng finally understood.

"Isn't this the Broken Sword Form among the Nine Swords of Life!"

Ji Pingsheng suddenly realized that he finally understood the use of this phantom.

This is teaching him swordsmanship, and it is very effective.

After Ji Pingsheng watched it several times, he felt that holding a wooden sword could fight against more than a dozen knives at the same time.

Presumably, if he watches it a few more times, the Broken Sword Style will be deeply imprinted in his memory, and he will be able to use it immediately.

After knowing the magical effect of this phantom, Ji Pingsheng was not happy, but showed a look of disdain.

He looked at the phantom of Jing Muxi in the distance who kept cutting the spirit knife, and said with a sneer: "Teach me with the sword technique I created myself? How ridiculous!"

I mobilized a large amount of spiritual energy and spent a lot of time just to watch others play with my sword skills?

Ridiculous, stupid!

after an hour.

Ji Ping stared intently at Jing Muxi Xuying and played the Broken Saber Style out of the Nine Swords 73 times in his life, and he finally mastered it completely.

"How do I feel, it's not difficult."

Ji Pingsheng sat cross-legged in the void, rubbed his aching neck, and said to himself confidently.

In this hour, 73 images of Broken Knife were deeply engraved in his mind, even reflected in his retina.

"The swordsmanship I learned in an hour, I really don't know how many hours it took that guy Jing Muxi to learn it."

Ji Pingsheng said triumphantly that he wanted to laugh when he thought about Jing Muxi practicing sword day and night.

Maybe, I'm the genius of swordsmanship, right?

Just when Ji Pingsheng swelled up, he suddenly felt something stuffed into his hands, and he couldn't help but look down.

"sword?"

Ji Pingsheng looked at the spiritual energy sword in his hand suspiciously, not knowing why.

In the next second, he understood what was going on.

In all directions around him, thirteen different spiritual knives appeared at the same time, and they stabbed at him without even giving him a chance to react.

"Fuck!"

Ji Pingsheng was startled, why does this life palace world still have actual combat items?

He hurriedly rolled a donkey to avoid the first knife, but then the second knife hit his back.

pain!

Divine consciousness can actually feel pain!

Ji Pingsheng fought back in a frenzied manner, barely breaking the third sword, but the fourth and fifth swords had already landed on him.

30 seconds later.

Ji Pingsheng's consciousness was shattered...

Of the thirteen spiritual knives, he broke two...

After re-gathering his consciousness, Ji Pingsheng's eyes showed a look of bewilderment. He looked at his hands, and felt something was wrong?

Obviously he has kept everything in his mind, but he can't use it at all in actual combat.

What about my anticipation, my anticipation, and my absolute counterattack?

Nothing but embarrassment and clumsiness.

This is the gap between fantasy and reality.

"I still don't believe it, come again!"

Ji Pingsheng gritted his teeth and said harshly.

If he guessed correctly, this phantom will only show what Jing Muxi knows.

Since Jing Muxi can do it, why can't I do it?

I am his suzerain!

Under Ji Pingsheng's call, a spiritual sword appeared in his palm, and thirteen spiritual knives appeared in all directions.

"come!"

Ji Pingsheng roared boldly, and rushed directly towards the thirteen spiritual knives.

Seven seconds later.

He was hacked to death...

"Come again!"