Wang Jixuan now has two choices.

First, show your original memory, which involves Wangxian Valley and the breathing method at the beginning of practice. This memory display method is continuous.

However, as long as Wang Jixuan does not translate the language of the practice world, they will not understand it, and the formulas and exercises will not be leaked. Second, show a practice memory without a basic guidance period.

Ah, no, there is a third option. Show a memory of Mu Liang!

Wonderful.

Just as Wang Jixuan was about to reveal Mu Liang's childhood memories, his mind moved slightly and he looked around.

He suddenly remembered that not long ago, he and Fu Jian were driving back to Fortress No. 76 from the desert in a supply truck. Fu Jian's eyes showed a little confusion in the only intact human organ.

The despair brought by the pillar blade beasts; the pressure brought by the blade beast civilization; in fact, it has never subsided.

Wouldn't this kind of fooling around make them dissatisfied with poor people sooner or later?

Since Pindao regards himself as a new foreign civilization, he should also come up with some evidence to give Fu Jian some new hope. It is better than Fu Jian having to deal with the funeral affairs now. "Ah, Pindao can also let No. 5 take a look.

Is it worth it for Pindao to put a heavier stake on her?"

Wang Jixuan's eyes fell on Lingtong and he blinked lightly at her.

"Mudan, turn on the shielding device, this information cannot be leaked." Mudan turned off the high-definition video.

Fu Jian also stopped real-time synchronization of data.

Wang Jixuan cleared his throat and activated the flame on the back of his hand. The newly obtained psychic circuit rose in the flame. Wang Jixuan felt something deep in his heart.

Now, as long as you recall it yourself, you can show the picture to them. So what should you recall?

Let’s fulfill our promise first and show No. 5 some of his childhood memories.

A layer of gray cloud appeared above Wang Jixuan's head. The gray cloud spread slowly, and a stretch of green mountains appeared on it, just like the artistic conception in the ink painting was imprinted. The picture should be from his perspective as the first perspective, Wang Jixuan

I used a little bit of Buddhism to let myself look down at the past, and I got a third-person perspective.

.. when--

The sound of the bell echoed in the mountains and forests, and a huge wine gourd slowly flew from the sky.

On the gourd, an old Taoist wearing a green robe and a little boy wearing a brand new short shirt and trousers were sitting in front of the spout of the wine gourd, floating towards a green mountain. A transparent wall of light appeared outside the green mountain, and then the light

The wall opened, revealing a stretch of strange mountains.

The peak is like a sword, breaking the sky.

The boy asked in a low voice: "Master, is this the Wangxian Valley?" "Yes," the old Taoist chuckled, stroking his beard.

"Then why, there are no valleys, they are all hills."

"Hahaha," the old Taoist smiled and shook his head, "because our Wangxian Valley has been around for tens of thousands of years and has long been a righteous sect. In the beginning, the ancestor opened a mountain gate in a valley, so it was called Wangxian Valley, which is next door to us.

There is also a large sect that is doing well now, and they are also called Gexian Village."

"Oh——" The boy's face showed surprise.

The big gourd fell towards the top of a mountain, and several figures flew out in front, each holding their hands in greeting. The old Taoist took the boy to an exquisite wooden building.

There are "light walls" of formations everywhere here. The old Taoist smiled kindly, shook the finger of his hand slightly, took out a futon, and asked the boy to sit down. "Wang Zheng, today you enter the Immortal Outlook Valley, from now on you will People who practice Buddhism are no longer ordinary people.

"From now on, you will follow the right path, set your will, cultivate yourself, and protect the common people. As a teacher, I don't want you to become one of the best in the world. I just want you to live a long life without any illness or disaster." The old Taoist said. He came out of the dust and swept the boy's left and right sides, which was regarded as sweeping away the dust for the boy.

"In the practice sect, you can no longer use common names. You should be given a Taoist title. As a teacher, you have to think about this Taoist title to see what kind of talent you have. "Your senior sister will come over later to teach you. How to breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, this is the basis of spiritual practice."

"oh."

"Foolish disciple, I will tell you later and I will obey your orders."

The little boy shouted smartly and crisply: "Disciple, please obey!" The scene gradually faded.

The audience watching these scenes couldn't understand what the little boy and the master were saying at this moment, but they could roughly understand what was happening. - Wang Jixuan did not have the ability of No. 5, which could make people understand directly from the bottom of their hearts across languages. .

The picture reappeared, and there was a handsome girl here, taking the boy to get started.

When it came to practice, Wang Jixuan took the initiative to stop and explain a few words to everyone, and then showed them the memory screen half a year later, quickly browsing his life and growth in the mountains. When some monks who controlled objects and flew appeared in the screen, Wang Jixuan It will slow down the flow of the screen and deliberately show the monk's style.

In less than ten minutes, Wang Jixuan snapped his fingers. "Childhood life is basically like this, the same."

No. 5 crossed his arms and thought carefully: "I can prove that these are your real memories and there is no fraud, but... there is no part about taking a bath?" Wang Jixuan scolded with a dark face: "You don't have it either. Taking a shower?

No. 5 said leisurely: "I am a powerful spiritual practitioner, and my body has long been free of any dirt."

Mudan said calmly at the side: "There is indeed no dirt on your body, and there are a lot of scary injuries. No. 5 ignored the mechanical body, just looked at Wang Jixuan and said slowly:

"It doesn't matter that there is no bathing scene. You need to use your memory to prove that you were also a basic human being. Wang Jixuan wondered: "Is this important?"

"It's extremely important," No. 5 stared at Wang Jixuan, "I hope you can be honest, mysterious practitioner, this is very important." "Why?"

"I can't tell you this for the time being. I have already proven my sincerity. It's your turn to prove it." "I passed by when I was about to leave, usually in some pools." Wang Jixuan thought for a while and asked him to reveal himself. The scene of taking a shower is too shameful.

However, he can disclose the bathing picture of a boy from his sect who is a few years older than him.

Wang Jixuan did not use Buddhism, but used his own first-hand perspective to recall the memory in his heart, and then played it in public. Gao Huating raised her hands to cover her eyes;

No. 5 frowned and glanced at the boy's body structure for a few times, then calmly looked away. In the scene, which exuded the calmness of an old spiritual practitioner, the two boys chatted for a while, thinking about their future path of spiritual practice.

However, everyone didn't understand, but they just saw that they were chatting happily. Wang Jixuan asked: "Is this good?

"Okay, but can you give me some more content?" Spiritual Practitioner No. 5 was a little dissatisfied:

"I have shown you the memories of one hundred and seventy earth years. Although it is only an impressive battle, I have given you all the information I should give you. "Okay, then I will show you."

Wang Jixuan thought for a while and began to recall that he had participated in the sect competition three times, once every five years, and only young disciples under the age of forty could participate. The few memories he chose were very representative.

When he was thirteen years old, his foundation was almost completed, but he only ranked outside the top 100 in the competition.

At this time, his fighting methods were relatively simple, including a flying sword given by his uncle, a stack of talismans he drew himself, and a bunch of inferior magic weapons he refined himself. After racking his brains in the ring, he could only manage to fight. The senior sister who was in the Condensing Core Realm was tied.

The scene turned, and in the arena still composed of those formations, the eighteen-year-old Wang Jixuan was dressed in a green shirt and leggings. He was only half a step away from the golden elixir realm, and he penetrated the arena with one person and one sword. Fu Di had already Form an array and have three to four hundred magic weapons.

At that time, he was already a rising star in the door

Later, he represented Wangxian Valley and participated in several competitions among outstanding disciples of the sect, earning Wangxian Valley a lot of fame.

Standing on the ring for the third time, Wang Jixuan had already shown a bit of the master's bearing. He was elegant in blue robes and stood with his hands behind his back. With a simple flying sword, he forced all the disciples who came to challenge him to bow their heads and admit defeat. Wang Jixuan didn't even notice. arrive

Now when I look back at my memory, I realize... around the ring where he was at that time, there seemed to be many well-dressed seniors and juniors. None of them were familiar with them, they had no specific impressions, and there were no talented people.

Wang Daochang turned off the memory display circuit.

Participated in the arena three times and fought dozens of battles, from a lower realm to a golden elixir realm, and the methods changed from simple to complex and complex to simplicity.

He and his disciples at the same time fully demonstrated the fighting skills of their immortal civilization, as well as various abilities such as talismans, formations, weapons, and elixirs. "Isn't this enough?" Wang Jixuan asked.

"Let me think about it..."

Spiritual practitioner No. 5 murmured thoughtfully:

"Your civilization's fighting style is indeed very different from ours.

"We use one psychic power to exert an effect. You use one psychic power to leverage more psychic powers. Those special weapons also have high plasticity." I noticed a kind of rule in it. The more essential pursuit of power is to understand this rule through imitation and learning."

Wang Jixuan raised his eyebrows: "You can still understand this. "Although I should have stopped, but...

Spiritual practitioner No. 5 looked at Wang Jixuan with clear eyes.

"I want to know what you look like at your peak. This is very important to my judgment.

"I don't mean to disrespect you... I really need a little confidence now, so that I can make decisions that may backstab our spiritual civilization." Wang Daozhang nodded.

This guy seems to be fooling around and acting a bit naive, but in fact his purpose has always been very clear. First, make sure he is originally a human.

I also want to see what his peak strength is;

Wang Jixuan was also keenly aware that spiritual cultivator No. 5 might already know some "exclusive" secret.

"It's not a big problem," Wang Jixuan looked to the left and right and said slowly, "It should be difficult for them to understand. I'll show it to you alone. Besides, I don't want them to worry." "Well, how to show it?"

"Don't resist," Wang Jixuan breathed softly, raised his sword finger, and flicked his sleeve at No. 5. No. 5 was in a trance and saw a piece of blue sky.

"This is?"

She was a little puzzled, and then she saw the figure slowly walking up the cliff. It was like there were steps in the air.

Wang Jixuan's appearance is similar to that in the third arena. At this moment, his face is handsome, his long hair is fluttering, his broad robe is fluttering in the wind, and his sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes contain strong fighting spirit. Fighting spirit?

No. 5 stared at Wang Jixuan.

He was walking towards the sky, and the sky was clear and clear. There were no enemies around him. Suddenly:

Boom!

The clear sky is filled with thunder, and the sky changes color.

Large dark clouds rolled in, forming a whirlpool from the sky, pressing toward the monk in blue shirt!

Rolling thunder appeared in the whirlpool, huge thunder spots appeared under the clouds, and above the clouds, the black clouds kept changing, interpreting the shadows of immortals and Buddhas all over the sky, revealing the charm of the great road. Spiritual cultivator No. 5 knows the difference;

Even though she couldn't understand it, she could feel Wang Jixuan's feeling at the same time. The power of heaven was understood by her as the pressure of the gods;

And this power of the avenue was understood by her as the power of the original rules;

The thunder spots suddenly bloomed, and dozens of thunder spots condensed into a bucket-thick silver-white lightning, which hit the figure below! At the beginning of the catastrophe, the thunder tribulation fell first!
To be continued...