Under the influence of special rules, every night, scenes of ancient warriors fighting will appear on the cliff.
There is a dragon with three heads, a huge demon ape, a roc that covers the sky and the sun...
The projections of various powerful beings appear in this era across time and space.
Every time he saw the projection of a strong man performing boxing skills, Jiang Pingan would watch it carefully and visualize it in his mind to learn his boxing skills.
When encountering ancient heroes of similar realms, they will also appear in their minds and simulate battles with them.
Jiang Ping'an's mental strength was limited and he could not visualize the battle scenes of super strong men in his mind.
However, you can weaken the combat power of these strong men in your mind to a level similar to your own strength, and then fight with them.
Fighting against ancient heroes, fighting against the demonic ape that covers the sky...the battle across time and space is going on in Jiang Ping'an's mind.
All kinds of amazing existences of an era have become his opponents.
These strong men used skills and activated rules to make Jiang Ping'an feel hungry and thirsty like a wanderer in the desert seeing a source of water.
Others didn't know what happened to Jiang Ping'an, they could only see him sitting there motionless.
As time went by, those disciples who had watched Jiang Ping'an fight gradually left the cliff.
The newcomers didn't know Jiang Ping'an. They only knew that there was a fool who sat under the cliff every day, motionless.
"Jiang Ping'an, your sentence is over."
The disciple responsible for managing Mianbi Ya shouted to Jiang Pingan.
Years are like water on your fingertips, passing by gently. You can feel it, but you can't keep it. A year is fleeting.
Jiang Ping'an didn't move, still sitting there, immersed in it.
Facing the cliff is a huge treasure house. Even if you sit here for thousands of years, you will not be able to dig out this treasure house.
Jiang Ping'an couldn't bear to leave. He already had an idea of the second style of the Destruction Fist and would be able to create it soon.
Seeing Jiang Pingan not moving, the newcomers detained here were very confused.
"Why doesn't he leave?"
"Could he really be a fool? A normal person would never stay here for a moment."
"Even if you're not a fool, there's definitely something wrong with your head."
They imagine no one in their right mind would want to stay here.
The disciple who managed Mianbi Ya showed contempt when he heard the people around him mocking Jiang Ping'an.
If Jiang Pingan is a fool, you guys are all pigs!
Although I don't know why Jiang Ping'an stayed here, there must be a reason for him. This kind of outstanding person cannot see through.
Since Jiang Ping'an didn't leave, the disciple responsible for managing Mianbi Ya didn't drive him away either.
In the days that followed, Jiang Ping'an got through waves of people, and Qian Huanrou and Ye Wuqing also came to him and asked him to get out.
Jiang Ping'an heard them introduce some training places, but he was not interested.
Those cultivation places just have more resources and faster enlightenment, nothing special.
Those training places are not as good as the cliff in front of you.
Here, he can see the supreme grace of historical figures, fight against these peak powerhouses, understand their methods, and comprehend their ways.
Jiang Pingan continued to practice here. When he missed his daughter Miaoyi and the others, he used a cornucopia to transport a body back to the wilderness, where he devoted himself wholeheartedly.
There are no shortcuts in cultivation. Even if you have incredible talent, you still have to learn.
At the entrance of Dengxian Pavilion, Shen Tuyi, Ran Hongchen and others walked up.
"It turns out that the third level is so simple. You only need to solve the problem to get in. Why didn't I think of it earlier?"
"Fortunately, fellow Daoist You Daoist is smart and solved the problem, otherwise we don't know how long we would be stuck in the third level."
"You Daoist fellows are much stronger than those five selfish ghosts."
Mentioning those five people, several Canglan Prefecture branch disciples were so angry that their teeth itched.
They never saw those five people, so they must have passed the customs and entered the Dengxian Pavilion to practice.
They felt uncomfortable thinking that those few people had practiced for several more years than them.
"If I encounter them in the battle for the art of immortality, I will never show mercy!"
A monk said coldly.
"I don't necessarily know how to compete in martial arts." You Qianqiu said.
"No martial arts competition? Then what is the competition?"
Several people looked at You Qianqiu in confusion.
"I'm not sure what the contest will be. Each of the ten masters of the main cabinet will pose a question. Finally, three questions will be selected by drawing lots. Based on the scores of the three competitions, the winner will be determined."
You Qianqiu told the information he knew.
A person next to him smiled and said: "The competition is very fair. I heard people say that there is some inside story here. It must be an excuse that these people deliberately made because they couldn't get it themselves."
"Maybe Brother Zhang will have a chance to obtain the art of immortality."
"No matter what, I'm still very poor. Brother Zhao is extremely talented, so he has a chance to get it."
Every monk's eyes are full of desire for the art of immortality, and he even has a premonition that he is the one who will obtain the art of immortality.
As the day to compete for the art of immortality gets closer and closer, the atmosphere in the Dengxian Pavilion becomes more and more tense.
The Art of Immortal Transformation requires specific resources to be completely victorious. It happens once every three hundred years. Missing this opportunity basically means that you have no chance of becoming an Immortal.
Whether you can reach the sky in one step depends on this time.
When this day arrived as scheduled, many monks below the Mahayana stage went to the square in front of the Immortal Pavilion in high spirits.
Qian Huanrou and others came to Mianbiya to find Jiang Pingan.
Jiang Ping'an was the only one left on the entire cliff, sitting there alone.
Several people entered the area facing the cliff, felt the chaotic laws around them, and subconsciously released the protective shield.
Roy came to Jiang Ping'an and said, "Are you just sitting here and wasting your precious five years?"
If she hadn't met Jiang Pingan, she might have used some bad adjectives to describe him.
The rules here are so confusing that there is no way to practice, and I don't know what Jiang Ping'an is doing here.
Jiang Pingan slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, the chaotic laws around him suddenly stopped and everything became orderly.
Seeing Jiang Pingan's eyes, Roy subconsciously took several steps back.
She didn't know why, but at that moment, she seemed to have seen a wild beast.
Qian Huan's soft eyes flashed with strange colors, "Anything gained?"
"I created the second form of the Destruction Fist. Do you want to see it?"
Jiang Pingan stood up slowly.
A big hole was left on the ground, and he sat here motionless for the past five years.
"We'll talk about it later, what's the name of this move?" Qian Huanrou asked.
""Chaos Ancient"."
"It's a very good name, I'm really looking forward to it." Qian Huanrou said with a smile.
"Dong~dong~dong~"
Three bells echoed in the Dengxian Pavilion.
"The battle for the art of immortality is about to begin. Please prepare all monks below the Mahayana stage."
Jiang Pingan took a deep breath and looked into the distance.
He has been waiting for this day for nearly ten years.
Ever since he came to the Yuan Realm, the weapon spirit told him that he needed to obtain the art of immortality.
The weapon spirit is also an existence that has seen the world with the great emperor and the holy king. It is naturally great to be recommended by it.
Seeing the longing in Jiang Ping'an's eyes, Roy said from the side: "You'd better not have too much hope. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment."
"The quota for the art of turning immortal is basically reserved, and it is almost impossible to get it without background."
Jiang Ping'an smiled slightly, "How will you know if you don't try?"
Roy shrugged and said nothing more.
There is always this kind of person who only wakes up when reality hits him in the face.
