Fall off a cliff!

Feet on the head down!

Taken together, these two words are almost equal to 100% death.

It's still the kind of death with a sparse brain.

So... Even if it can't change the outcome of the cliff fall, at least... You also have to change your posture and get your feet on your head.

In that case, there may be a silver lining.

may have the same idea as Zhou Yi, in the process of falling off the cliff, Zhou Yi felt that the real owner of the body of 'himself' was also constantly struggling.

It seems to be trying to change his position of hitting his head first.

It's just that the speed of the fall under the acceleration of gravity is increasing, and it is getting closer and closer to the ground.

His struggles didn't work out in the slightest.

At a certain moment, when I was about to fall to the bottom, there was a feeling of blessing in my body.

Zhou Yi felt that his body's feet swung violently, and he reversed the posture of his body out of thin air, and replaced the situation of his head hitting the ground first with his head and feet.

"Bang~"

At the same time, the body slammed into the rocks below the cliff.

Judging by the strength of the body, this body should have some cultivation in the body.

At least after falling off the cliff, he didn't directly fall to his death.

And then....

A sharp pain came from the lower half of the body.

Zhou Yi could clearly feel that all the bones of 'his' body, from the waist down, were almost shattered into powder.

It's better above the waist, at least... Just crumbled into pieces.

"I..."

Before he could scold a national scolding, his eyes were dark, and Zhou Yi's consciousness fell into a coma.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a casserole-sized fist that was constantly enlarged in my eyes.

"Bang~"

The sound of flesh clashing sounded, accompanied by the sound of invective, followed by a 'pleasant' experience of punching the flesh.

And Zhou Yi watched 'his own' body being beaten at 360 degrees like a sandbag.

In the process of being beaten, the use of 'one's own body gradually changed from rusty to proficient.

Until the end, 'self'' opponent ended this battle that should have belonged to 'guidance' with a single blow of 'Ascending Dragon Fist'.

Zhou Yi's consciousness also gloriously fell into a coma again.

And after that.

has experienced being chased and slashed by knives on the battlefield.

Chased by monsters in the forest.

In the secret realm, he was attacked by a hidden weapon.

He was beaten half to death in the battle again and again.

Ultimately... Zhou Yi successfully experienced the whole process of the 'Basic Body Method' from birth to perfection.

Along with it, there are injuries in various postures and the pain caused by beatings.

The ghost knows that it is obviously an experience, why do you even feel so clearly that you can experience it.

The ghost also knows that he is experiencing the whole process of the birth of the 'basic body method', so why the perspective is not immediately switched after a certain change in the basic body method is created.

But after the pain in the body came clearly, he didn't even give himself time to scold the street, and instantly switched to the next scene.

Wait until the end of the experience.

Wake up from the inheritance of jade slips.

Obviously, there is no pain in the body.

But even if it was just a little thumb, Zhou Yi seemed to feel the pain that tore his soul apart.

He felt that this wave he had experienced all the pain that existed in this world except for women giving birth to children, which men could not experience.

Lying on the chair for a long time, the illusion of hesitation and experience too much pain and the pain brought to the body gradually subsided.

Straightened up and looked at the last jade slip on the table.

For a long time, Zhou Yi mustered up the last courage to grab this jade slip.

A 'Heaven Mending Technique' was thrown down, and Zhou Yi waited for the final verdict like a death row prisoner.

After a while, when all the white light dissipated, the results of this optimization were fed back into Zhou Yi's consciousness.

Item: A jade slip that stores martial arts.

Special effects: sturdy, durable, preserved, immersive, traceable, and refined.

Optimized trait: Refining Truth.

Optimize special effects: Simplify the complex, and keep the real from the details.

Refining the truth.

Seeing that such a jade slip actually had a new special effect, Zhou Yi's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Starting from the jade slip of the 'Basic Spell', there is an additional 'Immersion' special effect.

Each of these special effects made a deep impression on him, and each one was more and more impressive.

Now after tracing the source, another refining truth has come out.

This guy... It won't be more torturous than tracing the origins, right?

However, if you don't toss people, you can just live and learn, and you can just lose it?

Cautiously, praying in his heart, he put the jade slip to the center of his eyebrows.

All consciousness poured into the jade slip, and the next moment, the scene in front of him changed again.

This time, I didn't enter the golden space again, and I didn't experience all kinds of pain as soon as I came up.

When Zhou Yi regained his perception again, he found that his consciousness was pulled into a colorful world.

In the center of this bizarre, colorful world, stands a woman with a vague face and a vague gender discernment.

This... Is it a woman?

However, women are often more ruthless than men.

After seeing that there was only such a woman in this colorful space, Zhou Yi was on guard and looked at the woman carefully.

When Zhou Yi looked at the woman, the woman was also looking at him from a distance.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhou Yi always feels... The woman's gaze was filled with satisfaction and relief as she looked at him.

They... Acquaintance?

Why did she look at herself like that?

Just as Zhou Yi was thinking so, the woman in the distance withdrew her gaze.

A long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and the long sword pulled out a beautiful sword flower in his hand.

At the same time, a voice sounded in the woman's mouth.

"Basic swordsmanship, a total of twenty-eight styles, divided into:

splitting, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, hitting, lifting, picking;

Chop, cut, support, press, hang, cut, tease:

Pull, wear, press, cloud, wipe, frame, sweep:

Take, draw, block, hold, push, rub, twist. ”

Every word spit out is accompanied by a move of basic swordsmanship.

It is obviously a split explanation, but every trick and style falls into Zhou Yi's eyes, it is so beautiful and natural, and it is natural, without the slightest condensation.

After a set of twenty-eight basic sword techniques were split and explained, Zhou Yi closed his eyes, and the twenty-eight basic sword momentum flashed in his eyes.

Every move and style seems to be imprinted in the depths of the soul and turned into the instinct of the body.

I opened my eyes and wanted to thank the woman who didn't know if it was an impact or a real thing.

However, before he could speak, after seeing him open his eyes, the sword in the woman's hand moved again.

"The basic swordsmanship, a total of twenty-eight styles, and then twenty-eight styles, together is the four mother swords: hitting, stabbing, gridding, and washing. ”

Different from the previous basic twenty-eight styles, it was clear that the woman said that it was the Four Mother Sword, but in front of Zhou Yi's eyes.

Every time she talked about a sword style, it seemed to cut out thousands of swords in an instant.

Different angles, different turns, different undertakings, and different changes, Zhou Yi was dizzying, and her eyes couldn't keep up with her movements.

When she finished demonstrating the last sword form of the Four Mother Swords, tens of thousands of small light people seemed to appear in front of Zhou Yi's eyes out of thin air.

Each of the little light people has a different sword style.

Tens of millions of small light people continued to merge and dissipate, and in the end only four remained.

When he opened his eyes, the four little light people also dissipated from his eyes, but the four mother swords, thousands of changes, had already been counted by him.