The moment he saw the fist mark, Jiang Ping'an was deeply shocked.
An unparalleled fist force hit his heart across time and space, as if he could see the supreme posture of the person wielding the fist.
Observing the cliff carefully, there are many fist marks imprinted on it. Although the powers of these fist marks are different, they are similar.
Jiang Ping'an, who was about to sit down, stood up, resisted the pressure, and approached the cliff.
If you can understand the meaning of these fists and integrate them into yourself, you may be able to create the second form of the Destruction Fist.
Even if it cannot be created, it is definitely useful for improving combat power.
"Another fool."
Some monks noticed Jiang Pingan's behavior and were not surprised.
This cliff is very special, leaving behind countless powers and laws.
These powers and laws are of great benefit to monks.
However, there are too many powers and laws left behind, causing these powers to blend with each other and become chaotic, making it impossible to comprehend.
Once you make mistakes in your understanding, you will definitely make mistakes in your practice and become possessed.
There are often monks who do not believe in evil and think that they are different and that they have a strong will and will not go crazy.
Eventually ended up injured.
Smarter monks will quickly stop and give up understanding these powers after being injured.
Some fools who insist on perseverance will eventually hurt their foundation and affect their path to immortality.
"Guess how long it will take for him to get hurt."
"I bet for one contribution point, at most half an hour, he will be injured and stop."
"Half an hour? You think too highly of him. He hasn't reached the combined stage yet. He can only hold on to a cup of tea for at least one cup of tea before he gets hurt."
Several bored monks started betting against each other, with joking smiles on their faces, waiting to see Jiang Pingan's joke.
Jiang Ping'an walked closer to the cliff and stopped after feeling the pressure.
Release the protective shield, sit cross-legged on the ground, and look up at the fist prints on the cliff.
With the powerful power of pupil magic, any law can be clearly seen.
Ignore the chaotic power of laws and directly observe the power of fist intention.
One of the reasons why most people become obsessed with it is because the laws are too confusing and they cannot tell which kind of power they need to understand.
Jiang Pingan realized it seriously.
As time went by, the smiles of the monks who were gambling in the back gradually disappeared.
"It's strange, it's been half an hour, why hasn't this kid vomited blood?"
"Didn't he understand the power rules on the cliff?"
"He must have not comprehended it, otherwise he would definitely vomit blood."
A few people suddenly felt bored. They still wanted to watch the newcomer vomit blood.
At this time, they noticed that Jiang Ping'an slowly stood up.
"This kid is quite smart and knows not to comprehend the power on the cliff casually. Now he is coming back."
Just as a few people were thinking this, they saw a scene that shocked them.
The other party actually didn't go back, but moved forward despite the pressure.
"What is he doing?"
Several monks were stunned.
"Did he go there to seek death?"
Of course Jiang Ping'an was not looking for death, but he felt that he was a little far away from the cliff and could not better understand the meaning of the fist, so he walked forward.
After walking more than a hundred steps forward, Jiang Ping'an stopped, sat down again, raised his eyes and continued to meditate.
Under the huge dark brown cliff, Jiang Ping'an sat cross-legged below, studying seriously.
These fist marks left behind are imprinted with the power of rules, which is of great benefit to improving boxing skills.
Just when Jiang Ping'an was immersed in watching the fist seals, the sea of mental consciousness suddenly changed, and a vague figure appeared in the sea of consciousness.
This figure has no visible face, or rather has no face.
It waved its fist, and surprisingly, the fist it waved contained the fist intention on the cliff, which was exactly the fist intention he was observing!
Jiang Ping'an's heart was shocked and his face was stunned.
What is this?
fantasy? illusion?
wrong! This is real!
The figure in the sea of consciousness waved his fist, allowing him to understand the meaning of the fist more clearly.
It was as if the fist intention on the cliff had been stored in his mind.
What exactly is this?
The sudden change made Jiang Pingan very confused.
He didn't dare to think too much, for fear of losing this opportunity, so he took the time to understand the meaning of the fist, and then study what was going on.
The speed of realizing the fist intention has increased several times!
But in this state, mental energy is consumed at an alarming rate, which is even greater than the consumption of spiritual magic.
However, Jiang Ping'an has medicine to replenish his mental power, so this consumption is nothing to worry about.
More and more monks noticed Jiang Ping'an.
"What on earth is this guy doing? If he's practicing, why isn't he injured yet?"
"I don't know. Maybe he simply appreciates the laws of power above. After all, his realm is so low. It's normal that he has never seen high-level laws."
"Didn't he notice that it was getting dark soon? He was so close to the cliff, so be careful that the projection that appeared would affect him."
The sky gradually darkened, strange changes occurred around the cliff, the laws became more chaotic, and the power of the mysterious avenue surged.
Shadows of swords and swords crossed the long river of history and appeared around the cliff.
As the sky gets darker, the sounds of weapons clashing and fighting become clearer and clearer, filling the area near the cliff with a chilling air.
The creepy projection appears and disappears, as if the gods are resurrected, and a powerful aura sweeps across the world.
Jiang Ping'an woke up from his meditation and quickly retreated.
At this moment, a humanoid projection appeared and punched him.
The incident happened suddenly. Jiang Ping'an didn't react and was knocked away.
"Haha~ I knew this would happen."
Seeing this scene, many people showed gloating smiles. They had no grudge against Jiang Pingan, they just simply liked to see others suffer misfortune.
"Huh? Why is this projected monk so familiar?"
Someone noticed the appearance of the projection that made Jiang Ping'an fly out, and made a confused sound.
"When you say that, it seems like...it's the fourth floor Pavilion Master of Dengxian Pavilion, Pavilion Master Qiu!"
"It's really Pavilion Master Qiu when he was young! He looks very much like Qiu Ping!"
Many monks were very surprised. They did not expect to see the young Pavilion Master Qiu Feng.
The current Pavilion Master Qiu has become an immortal and is the Pavilion Master on the fourth floor of the main pavilion.
Jiang Ping'an stood up and was about to retreat when he heard the comments from the people around him and stopped immediately.
Qiu Pingsheng’s father?
Jiang Ping'an looked at the projection. He looked a bit like Qiu Pingsheng. He was wearing a blood-stained armor and had an arrogant look on his face. This arrogance was exactly the same as Qiu Pingsheng's.
When this person fought here, he didn't know what state he was in. Because it was just a projection, his power was not as strong as before, but he still had power that surpassed ordinary Void Refining Stage powerhouses.
When Jiang Ping'an thought about Cheng Han being killed by this man's son, his anger surged. He found a channel to vent his emotions and rushed over.
Seeing this scene, all the monks around were stunned.
"What does this guy want to do?"
"Is he going to fight Pavilion Master Qiu?"
"Pfft~ Where did this second-rate guy come from?"
Many people were amused.
Who is Pavilion Master Qiu? A legend that has become an immortal.
Even the projection left behind from that time still has great power.
A small monk in the Void Refining Stage also wants to challenge Pavilion Master Qiu?
This is not courageous, but overestimating one's capabilities.
