"Haha, Wang Chongyang, if sleep really works, you can be regarded as a great help to me. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Ji Ming said cheerfully.

Since taking the third-generation super soldier serum, he has really never slept before, so he doesn't know if the "Great Zhou Tianshengong" has any special effects during sleep - the effect of sleep is to relieve fatigue, and super soldiers above the second generation will not be tired at all, where can they sleep?

However, Ji Ming, who seems to be always energetic, really won't get tired?

Not necessarily!

Fatigue has two aspects, on the one hand, it is physical exertion, and on the other hand, it is mental weakness. Ji Ming's body is full of blood and energy, but it is impossible to get tired, but mentally, after many years, he is still a little tired after all.

For example, not being able to control one's own internal force, this feeling of being powerless is a kind of mental fatigue.

"The juniors have prepared a place for Mr. Ji to retreat." Wang Chongyang said.

"Well, take me." Ji Ming didn't delay, and directly began to close the pass.

If it is said that the spiritual things are a bit ethereal, the retreat and sleep of the warriors of the bridge between heaven and earth is a real cultivation method. Except for the amazing and glamorous Xiaoyaozi, as well as Dugu and Wang Chongyang after the world level promotion, the others, even the original Qinglian Sword Immortal, were all martial arts golden pills condensed by sleep.

Ji Ming also knew the method of sleep, and after casting it, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, two shadows lingered in front of his eyes, one was blurry, and the other was never long.

"I'm in a hurry to go back, do I want to see Lin Xuan, or do I want to see the 'she' who saw the back a few times?" After waking up, Ji Ming said confusedly.

At this time, the oil lamp in his retreat had burned out, and the ground was covered with dust.

I don't know how many years have passed, but in short, he feels refreshed, and his body is lighter than ever. And a small half of his internal force can already be controlled, even if this part is fully operational, it will not rise and crack his body again.

"This sleep seems to have been sleeping for many years." Ji Ming muttered, stepped out, and came to the mountain behind the Quanzhen Sect.

There, a little Taoist priest was covering the woman's face, wanting to do something happy.

"I'll you, this scene, could it be that Yin Zhiping is doing a little dragon girl?" Ji Ming was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand and dragged the little Taoist priest over.

"Ah, you are, you're a god?" When the little Taoist priest saw Ji Ming, his eyes immediately widened. When the woman heard the voice, her body immediately stiffened, and then she rushed through the acupoint and saw Ji Ming, she was stunned again, and exclaimed: "Immortal? ”

Only Wang Chongyang knew about Ji Ming's retreat in the Quanzhen Sect, and everyone else only knew that someone had entered Chongyang Palace and never came out again.

During this period, every once in a while, someone would see Ji Ming's practice and comprehend a martial art that suits him.

"At the beginning, it was only within the scope of Chongyang Palace, and later the entire Zhongnan Mountain, and even the entire Central Plains martial arts, you can often see the traces of your predecessors." The little Taoist priest trembled and said, "Because you don't look like a human at all, but you are not a ghost, so slowly, some people began to call you 'immortals'." ”

Hearing this, Ji Ming couldn't help but be stunned.

"When did I become a great god?" In his sleep, the fluctuating thoughts form projections one by one, manifesting in various parts of the world, teaching martial arts, which already has the appearance of a great supernatural person.

If, in the future, the scope of his manifestation can spread all over the endless world, then there is no doubt that he will be comparable to the Origin True God.

"Hey, your cultivation?" Suddenly, Ji Ming discovered that this little Taoist priest turned out to be the realm of the bridge of heaven and earth.

And the woman who was almost defiled by him, her cultivation turned out to be a martial arts golden pill!

"Thanks to your predecessors, because of the martial arts you have taught, the overall strength of the Central Plains martial arts has continued to rise in the past fifty years, and ordinary masters have surpassed the ancestors of Huashan when they were discussing swords." Speaking of this, the little Taoist priest paused for a moment, and then said: "Of course, the master ancestor has also advanced by leaps and bounds over the years, and his martial arts have reached an unbelievable realm - in this world, except for immortal figures like you, no one is his old man's opponent. ”

"Nonsense, he has competed with my Tomb Sect Patriarch several times, and he has lost." The woman argued.

"Being won by a woman is not a loss." Ji Ming shook his head and said.

Then, when he asked his name clearly, he smiled slightly, took out a sunflower book, and handed it to Yin Zhiping.

It is the whole world that is promoted in rank, don't look at Yin Zhiping is also a martial artist of the Bridge of Heaven and Earth, but in fact, he is just a third-rate martial artist. And the Sunflower Treasure Book is the life's work of a generation of grandmaster "Sunflower Father", after Yin Zhiping read it, he couldn't resist this miracle at all.

As a result, there is no doubt that there is one less thief and one more shemale in this world.

After leaving Zhongnan Mountain, Ji Ming came to the Sword Shrine again, but Dugu had already left here at this time.

"I have been in the world for more than 100 years, and there is no rival in the world, so I can only ascend to the heavenly capital and fight with the gods!" On the stone wall of the valley, there are words carved out of Dugu's sword intent: "The life and death of this battle are uncertain, I left the 'Dugu Nine Swords' and the 'Sword without Sword' here, hoping that those who are destined can learn it, so that my sword will not be lost!" ”

Seeing these words, Rao is Ji Ming was also thundered.

This forced pretend, it is foreseeable that when future generations come here, they will definitely be fooled and thrown to the ground.

"You are my disciple, above the capital that day, can anyone dare to kill you?" Ji Ming rolled his eyes and added another sentence on the stone wall: Invincible is the most lonely, loneliness likes bullshit, bullshit is nothing more than pretending, pretending to be forced is nothing more than being lonely and seeking defeat!

After that, he brushed off his clothes and hid his merits and fame.

There is also a limit to improving cultivation through deep sleep, Ji Ming has been sleeping for fifty years, and there is no effect if he sleeps again. Therefore, he was bored in every way, so he wandered outside the city of Xiangyang, and not long after, a group of strangely dressed Mongols collided with him head-on.

"Get out of the way!" Said the person who walked at the forefront.

"Get out of the way!" Ji Ming said.

"Yo, this Central Plains martial arts person, is every one of them as horizontal as you?" It was a young Mongolian man on a horse, and he said with a smile on his face, and whipped it with a sharp whip.

As a result, in an instant, a whip mark appeared on the young man's face, and he himself stumbled and fell off his horse.

"Look, you're so cross, God can't get used to it." Because he controlled a small half of the power in his body, Ji Ming was in a good mood, and said to the young man with a smile: "If you don't believe it, try to make a few poisonous oaths, I promise that it will definitely come true!" (To be continued.) )