My disciples have hidden identities

Although the realm has not improved, he can clearly feel that his strength has grown by leaps and bounds!

"Who should I try?"

Ji Pingsheng frowned and muttered to himself.

Although I have this confidence, I will be relieved only after the experiment.

Is Elder Lin still Vice City Lord Wang, or the two brothers of Purgatory?

These four figures flashed in his mind, but disappeared in a blink of an eye.

What a joke, no matter how inflated it is, you can't fight beyond the two big realms. Isn't this looking for abuse?

"Hey, I have to bully and bully the disciples in the sect."

Ji Pingsheng sighed, he was also forced to do nothing, and he really couldn't find anyone else to try his tricks.

Moreover, is there anything more enjoyable than trying a sword with Jing Muxi?

When he thinks about defeating him with what Jing Muxi is best at, he feels very good.

"It's my favorite time again, the time to erect the suzerain majesty."

The corners of Ji Pingsheng's mouth rose slightly, and he fell asleep with an unstoppable smile on his face.

Noon the next day.

After Ji Ping got up, he hurriedly paid homage to the spirit statue of his master, and then walked towards the ancient bronze palace.

This time, he will clean up all four disciples!

After entering the ancient bronze hall, Ji Pingsheng went directly to the back of the hall and rang the big bell.

After knocking nine times in a row, the sound of the bell echoed throughout the entire Shang Qing Sect, waking everyone up.

After ringing the bell, Ji Pingsheng rubbed his face and sat down on the Purple Gold Holy Throne with a blank expression.

It's a bit of a waste for him to sit in such a high-end seat.

This time, the disciples who heard the nine bells were no longer in a hurry like last time.

Back Mountain.

Jing Muxi stopped the sword in her hand and let the red leaves fall on her body.

He wanted to go directly to the ancient bronze palace, but he looked down and saw his blood-stained chest and his clothes riddled with holes.

"It's still a bit of useless clothes to practice the broken breath pose."

Thinking about it, Jing Muxi went back to a small lake to take a shower and change clothes.

In Qiluo courtyard.

Qi Luo, who was refining Ziqi, opened her beautiful eyes, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "What is the little sect master going to do?"

Although she said so, she still slipped up to touch up her makeup.

Little Youkun, who was still running around Shangqingzong, didn't even stop after hearing the bell, turned around and ran towards the ancient bronze palace with his head down.

After these two days of running, she can now run up to Qingzong with her eyes closed.

She, who is a Kunpeng baby bird, has completely forgotten the fact that she can fly...

If she didn't sleep at the bottom of the lake every day and love to eat fish, she probably would have forgotten what her own body is.

In Lingtian.

Chi Zhengyang looked up at the dried dead fish on the tree and was thinking: "Which step is wrong?"

His eyes lit up when he heard the bell.

Suzerain sure knows how to keep fish in trees!

After about 1 minutes.

Ji Youkun went to the ancient bronze palace first, she directly opened the door, and sneaked in.

Every step the petite young Kun takes is accompanied by the sound of a silver bell, as if it has its own BGM.

She directly stepped over the obsidian table, rushed to Ji Pingsheng in the blink of an eye, proudly raised her chest and raised her hands: "Sect Master, I was the first to arrive this time!"

She raised her white and tender chin, showing an expression that she was about to praise me.

"Okay, the attitude is still good, much more reliable than those few people."

Ji Pingsheng touched Young Kun's head, and praised him without hesitation.

"With such a good attitude, I want to reward you with something?"

Ji Pingsheng held Little Youkun's head with one hand, thinking.

"Don't reward don't reward!"

After hearing this, You Kun showed a frightened look and waved his hands again and again.

She still remembered that she asked for a reward yesterday and ran a hundred laps around Shang Qingzong.

"Tsk, don't just don't."

Ji Pingsheng smacked his lips in disappointment. His hands were running along You Kun's short light blue hair. It was very comfortable to touch, but it always felt a little different from usual.

"Why does your hair feel a little less?"

Ji Pingsheng was puzzled.

"is it?"

Xiao Youkun scratched his head, and said with a blank face: "I don't feel it, is it hair loss?"

Chapter 52 Zongmen Contest

Seeing You Kun's confused expression, Ji Pingsheng joked, "Don't see you bald next time."

"Bald?"

You Kun recalled the appearance of the bald head in his mind, his whole body trembled instantly, and his tone was full of panic and he shouted: "I don't want to become a bald head!"

When she thought about her bald head, she couldn't help but feel a chill.

Bully Xiao Youkun every day, complete.

Ji Pingsheng was not worried about the young Kun's hair loss, and with the physique of the spirit beast, it would only take a few minutes to grow into a caveman.

Although You Kun's current hairstyle is short, it is because she trims it every day because she is afraid of hindering her physical activities.

If you don't cut it, it can grow to the length of Qiluo in three days.

After a while, the door of the ancient bronze temple was pushed open, and Jing Muxi and Chi Zhengyang walked in at the same time.

Now, only one Qiluo is missing, and the entire Shang Qing sect is there.

This wait is more than half an hour.

"This woman is trouble!"

Ji Pingsheng sat on the purple gold high seat, crossed his legs and said impatiently.

Jing Muxi deeply agreed, Chi Zhengyang gave a wry smile, and You Kun protested.

After all the calls came out.

The door of the ancient bronze temple was pushed slowly, attracting everyone's attention.

Qi Luo was wearing a splendid purple dress, with a different light makeup on her delicate pretty face, a pair of captivating beautiful eyes showing a smile, and a white jade-like chin raised slightly, making her look very noble.

It's no wonder that Ji Pingsheng often called her a witch, because she looks like a monster and dresses like a monster.

"Ah, wait for me, sorry for being late for a little while."

Qi Luo smiled and apologized, although she said so, she couldn't feel the slightest apology from her tone.

It was this calm attitude that made Ji Pingsheng feel uncomfortable.

Are you so calm when you're late?

Don't think that you can do whatever you want because you are beautiful, this principle does not work here!

Ji Pingsheng reluctantly moved his eyes away from Qi Luo's body, with a tense face, he said with a serious expression: "Everyone is here, let's go."

He has already made up his mind, today he will focus on cleaning up Qiluo, so that she can arrange her identity in the future.

"Go? Where?"

Qi Luo, who just came in, paused slightly, and said doubtfully.

"Martial arts arena!"

Ji Pingsheng smiled lightly, stood up from the Zijin high seat, and walked down.

"Martial arts arena?"

"Where are you going?"

Everyone was at a loss, not knowing why.

Where do you go when you have nothing to do?

No one has been to the Martial arts field for several years, so it must have grown grass?

You Kun was even more confused: "We still have a martial arts arena at home?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just follow along and you'll be done."

After Ji Pingsheng finished speaking, he left the Ancient Bronze Palace first.

The four disciples behind him looked at each other, and they all saw a trace of doubt in each other's eyes.

Qi Luo sneaked a glance outside the hall, lowered her voice and said, "Look, the little suzerain might be up to something again."

Jing Muxi said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I'm used to it."

When Chi Zhengyang heard the words of his senior brother and sister, he couldn't help but smiled wryly and defended Ji Pingsheng: "Although the suzerain's thinking is different from ordinary people, it is undeniable that many of what he said and did have benefited us a lot."

Jing Muxi nodded slightly in agreement.

Whether it's the invincible method of swinging a sword a billion times, or the nine swords in a lifetime that can break thousands of weapons, he has benefited a lot.

Although he didn't say it, he was still very grateful to the suzerain in his heart.

Thinking of the nine swords in his life, he felt a dull pain in his abdomen.

In order to practice the Qi-breaking pose, he stabbed himself thousands of times abruptly.

If it weren't for the spiritual body protection, he would have been completely cold.

Not just the two of them.

Qi Luo drank dozens of bowls of Ji Pingsheng's Life Chicken Soup.

Young Kun can even be said to have been raised by Ji Ping.

At this moment, Ji Pingsheng's head suddenly poked in from outside the hall, which gave them a big jump.

"What are you doing, let's go!"

Ji Pingsheng didn't hear their conversation, so he raised his voice and urged.

Several disciples looked at each other and smiled.

"coming!"

A relaxed atmosphere emerged spontaneously.

Laugh, let you laugh, see if you can still laugh later.

Ji Pingsheng listened to the sound of laughter coming from behind, and his heart was full of taste.

Yes, they couldn't really laugh for a while.

There is nothing to say about the Martial Arts Field. It is just an ordinary place for practicing martial arts. It covers an area about the size of a football field, and some commonly used weapons are placed inside.

Walking into the martial arts arena, the originally flat hard rocky ground was already covered with weeds, dust and gravel were everywhere.

"I feel that the sect should hire a cleaner."

Qi Luo looked at the dirty martial arts arena, frowning and expressing her opinion.