Fairy-God...?

Zhao Li paused, and then thought of the scenes he saw in Ji Xin's memory. From his perspective, it was almost natural that those old men who flew into the air and the generals who took the Qilin as their mount could already be called immortal chiefs.

In order to further explore the memories of the books in Ji Xin's memory, Zhao Li no longer had a way out.

Although he was a little guilty, he was shameless and his reaction was calm. He just nodded slightly, and then noticed that the two of them were standing opposite each other in a white and empty space. Compared to the scene in Ji Xin's memory, it was really too shabby.

I clicked on the scroll and opened the memory. For some reason, there were almost not many of his memory pictures in real life, but there were many games, otherwise there would be many things to scare the boy Ji Xin.

After finally finding something suitable, Zhao Li tapped it gently.

Ji Xin spoke up to the immortal chief, which actually meant a little temptation. Although he had never personally contacted him, he also knew that most Qi Refiners took the path of humility, and most of them really had magical powers, but they still only called themselves Qi Refiners. Only a few people would acquiesce to the title of Xian Chang, but the rest would never be willing to admit this title.

Seeing Zhao Li nodding calmly, he didn't care about taking on this title that was involved.

Ji Xin's pupils shrank slightly, his face was calm, and his heart was surging.

Really an ancient immortal?

His heart was full of shock, and at this moment, he saw the immortal raising his hand and brushing his sleeves. This white world suddenly changed, and streams, grasslands, and sky appeared, which instantly turned into a place for purity and seclusion.

The immortal sat casually on the bluestone, holding the scroll in his hand, pointed at him calmly, and said:

"sit."

Such a method of living out of thin air hit Ji Xin's heart again. His heart was undulating and he let out a long breath of turbid air. All the doubts and doubts in his heart subsided. He sat on a stone, hesitated for a moment, and saw Zhao Li's kind attitude, he mustered up his courage and said:

"I don't know why the immortal chief summoned Xin?"

For what?

I said I don’t know how I got you, do you believe it or not?

Then I now fall in love with your secrets.

How about you dictate your cultivation tips twice?

Zhao Li complained silently in his heart, but he knew that he must not be so direct. When fishing, the more the movements should be smoother before the fish takes the bait, and his voice and expression were dull. He just laughed and said casually:

"It's just a place to be prosperous."

Where does the prosperity come?

Ji Xin's expression was slightly frozen, and he subconsciously looked down and saw that he was sleeping heavily on the bamboo chair. He felt like he was splitting in his mind. For such a reason that was not a reason, he directly recruited himself from the Lucheng City into this strange world?

Zhao Li glanced at the scroll, as if his urgency had affected the scroll. All the other pictures disintegrated and disappeared. On the blank scroll, there was only that book, two lines of text appeared, and there seemed to be a vague sound of narration next to it.

Zhao Li was slightly happy, but found that the picture on the scroll had stopped again and no longer continued to advance.

The remaining text was constantly distorted and blurred, and the sound was more like a very distant distance. If you were not careful, you would be ignored. Zhao Li let out a sigh, suppressing the joy and urgency in his heart, and quickly analyzing what had just happened.

Just now, in order to stabilize Ji Xin, he let him see his own body.

Also, the ability of creation in dreams.

What these two things are in common is...

Zhao Li looked at the respectful Ji Xin and had a guess in his heart.

Whether it is a creation in a dream or a person who sees his body through a downward view, it will definitely cause people's thinking to be impacted and violently ups and downs. If you say this, then the things on the scroll cannot appear because under rational circumstances, the psychological defense line will interfere with the reading of memory in this dream space?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, but he was not blind, everything needed to be practiced.

And the object of practice...

He looked at the reserved Ji Xin, thought for a while, and said calmly: "Although this matter is where I am, since you are here, it is also considered a fate method. Do you have any thoughts in your heart that no one can say? Let me tell me the previous one."

Ji Xin looked up in shock, and a strong sense appeared in his eyes. Then he immediately noticed how rude he was in this behavior. He lowered his head and said respectfully:

"This... I dare not bother the immortal elder."

"It's okay, just say it."

Zhao Li smiled gently and kindly, and planned to use criminal investigation dramas, psychology and negotiation experts to bring the relationship between the two parties closer through communication, so that the other party can let down his vigilance and defense. While speaking, his eyes fell on the scroll and looked at the book.

Ji Xin never noticed Zhao Li's actions, and thought of his brothers in his mind. He had not seen his father for a long time. He was so sad that he just smiled:

"Xin came from a royal family, and he was much better than most people."

"If there is any regret, it's just that Xin Wu's skills are too poor, which disappoints my father and brother many times."

Zhao Li smiled and said, "The key to learning literature is to persevere, and the same is true for learning martial arts."

"Only one can achieve first-class loneliness can one achieve first-class achievements."

Perhaps because Zhao Li's Yu Qi was too gentle, Ji Xin subconsciously said: "Thank you for your advice, but the martial arts skills I have been giving me, and since my uncle went to the border a year ago, it has been empty and no one has ever discussed it."

The voice paused slightly, and Ji Xin suddenly realized that this sentence had the intention of secretly hoping for guidance from the immortal in front of him. He felt a little anxious and was about to explain, Zhao Li smiled and said:

"I see."

"If there is no opponent, I can find two opponents for you."

Ji Xin was slightly stunned. Zhao Li was reluctant to seek such a development. He would definitely be focused on competing with others and his psychological defense would become weaker. If he fell into a hard battle, it would be easier to see the memories of the book.

Especially when the young man in front of him said that his martial arts skills were not good, and he was beaten by others, his mental defense would definitely become weaker.

This is related to his own life and death. Zhao Li apologized to Ji Xin in his heart. He had reached out to open the scroll and found Hongfang's memory. He was about to reach out to click on his father, but suddenly hesitated.

Although the sword was fierce, it was a drill after all and there was no hostility.

Moreover, although Hongfang's father is strong, he is not as good as Nangong after all.

After pondering for a few breaths, Zhao Li opened his memory again. Before clicking, he looked at Ji Xin and said:

"What weapon do you use? Or empty-handed?"

Ji Xin replied softly:

"knife."

He paused and said, "Although Xin is in a low strength, he will definitely do his best."

Zhao Li nodded, and in Hongfang's memory, he forced himself to control it with his will. This time, Hongfang's father did not appear. The ancient and cold bronze sword floated in the air and inserted it in front of Ji Xin, making a melodious sound of swords. The next moment, Nangong Gang had already appeared ten steps in front of Ji Xin.

The tall warrior in black still maintained the state in Zhao Li's memory. As soon as he appeared, he rushed forward with an extremely fierce momentum. His fist was smashed out heavily, and his aura surged. Zhao Li's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart beat faster. He realized that he was hit by this punch and flew out.

When I looked at Ji Xin again, my eyes were filled with apologies.

Ji Xin held the knife at this time.

It seemed as if a blade was tearing towards him, Zhao Li's cheeks felt tingling and his pupils suddenly shrank.

The long breath sounds were like the spring breeze blowing down from the top of the mountain.

Ji Xin took a step forward suddenly.

Open your eyes slightly and drink softly.

The momentum burst out instantly, as if in an instant, it turned from a gentle sheep into the most fierce lion on the grassland.

The ground almost swayed, and at the same time, Ji Xin suddenly raised the horizontal knife in his hand and slid it downwardly.

The sword light slid gently like the water surface of a river, avoiding Nangong Gang's fist, and then turned from fierce moments to agility, like a swift, gently swept around Nangong Gang's neck.

With one punch, Zhao Li lost his fighting ability and was relied on by a tribe of more than 70,000 people. The strongest warrior he longed for had already flew high, and his tall body took two steps forward according to inertia, and then fell heavily. The moment he touched the ground, it disintegrated into pure white clouds, rolling and rushing.

Clouds rolled past Ji Xin's body.

The broad white sleeves on the boy's right side were bulging, and the look in his eyes was sharp, while the expression on Zhao Li's face was solemn.
Chapter completed!