"Then I'm going to start?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Are you nervous? I'm a little nervous."

"Tight... why are you nervous? I'm not nervous."

"I heard from Chen Meng that it will hurt a lot, you have to hold it back."

"Stop talking, the more I talk, the more nervous I become."

"Relax, I am different from other qilings. You don't need to do it, I can do it myself."

"You knock first, I'll see if it hurts."

"OK."

Zhou Chen knocked on the door, well, it was very strong, and it seemed not as fragile as he thought.

"Do you feel it?"

"Nothing felt." Chu Yao said truthfully.

"Then did I use my strength?"

"Okay, come on."

Chu Yao felt aggrieved and gritted her teeth to prepare for the pain.

Put your palm on the door, then turn your hand back, and buckle it on your left shoulder like a sworn, swing it out like lightning, and the fist bone hits the door.

With a bang.

A crack appeared in the gate.

Then the cracks continued to widen, and the entire door was spread all over the blink of an eye.

No, this is going to break?

Zhou Chen was a little unbelievable.

It was agreed that it would have to bump it at least seven or eight times.

Could this brokenness be the "surface" broken, but in fact the door is still very solid?

It always doesn't feel very similar.

So he raised his hand and poked it lightly.

The crack widened again and then collapsed backwards as his fingers were pointed.

After it disintegrates, it turns into pieces of ashes and disappears.

"It's really broken."

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful force suddenly surged.

Zhou Chen subconsciously stood still, his pores wide open, and he greedily absorbed the tide of spiritual power.

The whole body trembled, the spine was scattering, and a trace of electric current rushed from the Tianling cap to the root of the chrysanthemum.

The pitch-black double tubes fluctuate layer by layer.

The hair is automatically without wind, and the inexplicable momentum gradually condenses.

"Practice sword!"

"Practice sword!"

The old man's figure flashed in front of his eyes, and pieces of memory continued to emerge.

Holding a wooden sword in hand, facing the mountains in front of him, swinging out the bitter sword energy...

With a sword passing by, the entire mountain was crushed into powder...

As the old man asked, I went to a few small towns outside the hills... I forgot what I did. In the past, a five-meter-high weird guy was fighting with a human strongman. The damage range only destroyed the village without overflowing.

The other party seems to be very weak?

No, just looking straight at the aftermath of the battle, your eyes will be almost blind.

Go back, continue practicing swords and continue to become stronger. This world is too dangerous!

After the iron-cutting style, you should have some long-range attack methods, right?

Hasa gave, Storm Abandoned Healing Slash, Shura Evil Light Slash...

So the sword pressure appears, how should we go after the sword pressure...

A string of memories emerged, and he gradually recalled several sword skills and the daily life that happened during sword practice.

Except for some major battle scenes, other scenes can be said to be very ordinary.

However, the hair on his arms became more and more towering, and he was fixed, waiting for the change of the picture in front of him.

The scenes alternated and decreased.

Mountains, wooden swords, sky...

The alternation speed is getting faster and faster, these are all fragments of memory that have not been unlocked.

Seven or eight seconds passed, and finally everything slowed down.

In the end, only a somewhat vague hunchbacked figure was left, and the signal was affected and it was constantly pulled and deformed.

"Crack...scam..."

What scam?

Zhou Chen stared at him a little astringently, but he didn't dare to blink and told him directly that this memory was very important.

"scam……"

The old man's mouth was moving, without any sound.

"You can speak louder!" Zhou Chen shouted.

Of course, this is of no use, and the old man can't hear it.

Trying to recall in your brain, what did the old man say?

What kind of scam is it?

He remembers it was a very familiar word.

Could it be a Ponzi scheme?

What does this have to do with me? I am not human anymore.

Suddenly, he was stunned, and the word in his mind gradually became clear.

The old man opened his lips and closed his mouth, and finally let out a sound:

"Qi Ling, a scam!"

Thoughts were pulled back in an instant. Standing in the Qiling Space, Zhou Chen's expression changed from trance to solemnity.

Qiling, scam.

That's right, it's this.

In my previous life, I didn’t even know what Qi Ling was. I just heard the old man talking, and I remembered it a few times.

At that time, he thought it was the old man's accent problem, which should be "bullying" and "spirit of weapon"...

Anyway, no matter how I thought about it, I couldn't guess the answer, so Zhou Chen was left behind.

From this point of view, the era I was in was only a few hundred years ago, at least after the birth of the Spiritual Art.

So, why did the old man call Qi Ling a "scam"?

Based on the currently unlocked memories and the vague impressions in the brain, Zhou Chen was sure that he had never seen the old man show any "extraordinary" ability.

Scam...why is a scam?

Frown.

Except for some of the memories being awakened, he gained more than that.

The rules of enlightenment and enlightenment...

His eyes gradually became cold, and Zhou Chen looked down at his hands.

If it weren't for this memory awakening, he wouldn't know when he would have to realize this problem.

After half-understanding, he always acts flamboyantly and his mentality becomes increasingly unstable.

A little thing can arouse the desire to destroy the heart.

This is second.

What made Zhou Chen's heart even colder was the relationship between himself and Chu Yao.

Her life experience is pitiful, who is not pitiful?
To be continued...