Slaying God: Mingjie Agent, starting with Emperor Armor

Early the next morning.

Everyone rubbed their sleepy eyes and slowly walked out of the room. After seeing the scene in the warehouse, all sleepiness disappeared instantly.

The entire room was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

In addition, the floors, furniture, doors and windows seem to have been completely refurbished, revealing an exquisite texture.

When everyone was standing at the door at a loss, Zhou Ping appeared in front of them with dark circles under his eyes.

"Are you all here? Let's start today's training."

The corners of Shen Qingzhu's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he asked with concern.

"Senior Sword Saint, would you like to take a rest?"

Zhou Ping waved his hand and walked towards the open space.

"It's okay, let's train quickly."

Stepping on the smooth ground, Baili Pangpang couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Senior Sword Saint, why do you need waxing?"

Zhou Ping didn't look back, but checked the venue by himself, as if to make sure there was nothing he had missed.

"To prevent you from getting hurt later."

Everyone was startled and had a bad premonition.

What new tricks has Senior Sword Saint developed?

"Today we will conduct "mental training""

"Later, I will use the sword energy to gather into a tide and continuously temper your mental strength. You must hold on."

The words fell.

Zhou Ping turned his head suspiciously and looked at everyone. Why was everyone so quiet again?

Baili Pangpang swallowed and subconsciously took a step back.

"Senior Sword Saint... you just said that we should... withstand your sword energy and temper our spiritual strength?"

"Is there a problem?"

What's the problem?

Big problem!

You are a sword master, the ceiling of mankind. Haven’t you considered the difference in strength?

"We can't handle it, right?"

"Don't worry, this 'Sword Energy Tide' is something I suddenly realized when I was washing dishes in junior high school. It can assist in the cultivation of spiritual power."

"I'll control the intensity."

Everyone:...

In junior high school, I washed dishes and comprehended the tides of sword energy.

Listening to Zhou Ping's calm tone, it seemed as if these were just ordinary things, not as important as him washing dishes.

Is this the world of genius?

The value of the innocent glass heart is still rising.

"If Ye Fan hadn't asked you to reach the 'Sea Realm' quickly, I wouldn't have found another way. It might be painful later, so just bear with it."

Everyone was silent and swallowed hard.

When Baili Pangpang heard the word "sea", his eyes rolled around and he moved a few steps silently.

"Senior Sword Saint, I've already reached the Sea Realm. I shouldn't need training anymore, right?"

Zhou Ping frowned, as if he felt that what Baili Pangpang said was correct. Just as he was about to nod, he heard a scream.

"What the hell! Cao Zei, Brother Zha, Brother Chen, Qiye, what are you doing!"

Look up.

Baili Pangpang was thrown into the center of the open space by four people, and Su Chen and others were ready to surround him.

The meaning is self-evident.

Baili Pangpang curled up into a ball with a wronged look on his face, and stretched out his hand to draw circles on the polished and waxed floor.

This is too much bullying for fat people!

Everyone sat together, looking up in the direction of Zhou Ping with the determination to fight to the death.

"Senior Sword Saint, let's begin."

Zhou Ping nodded, and lightly raised his left hand sword finger. The crisp sound of the sword echoed, and the invisible sword energy was like a sudden gust of wind, sweeping across the entire open space in an instant.

boom-!

The surging tide of sword energy hit Lin Qiye and the others. They were like a small boat in a storm, sliding uncontrollably on the ground until they hit the wall and barely managed to stabilize their bodies.

Only Su Chen was left there.

Seeing Su Chen still holding on in the center of the tide, Zhou Ping was slightly surprised, but a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

Su Chen sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Even though he was at the center of the sword energy tide, Su Chen's breathing remained steady and regular.

The tide of sword energy was like thousands of sword blades, constantly slashing at the spiritual barrier.

Subconscious space.

The old man from Shenshan sat in the pavilion, drinking tea leisurely, looking up at the sky, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.