Comprehending the meaning of the content of the "Three Talents Sword Method", Feng Qian knew that the cultivation of the ups and downs of the green water was not too difficult, as long as he could combine spiritual power and spiritual weapons to condense the sharpness of the knife, the subsequent cultivation would be simple and easy.

It is very quiet in the purple bamboo forest, and it is difficult to hear anything other than the sound of the wind blowing the bamboo leaves.

Not only are spirit beasts rare in the purple bamboo forest, but even ordinary birds and beasts are pitiful, everyone knows this, but they can't find the reason for this situation.

Feng Qian held the spiritual weapon in his hand and killed him, urging the spiritual power to be injected into the killing, his spiritual power was combined with the killing, and soon, Feng Qian followed the record on the jade slip to transform the spiritual power inside and outside the killing into the sharpness of the knife.

The golden spiritual power gradually broke away from the falling kill, forming a golden sharp light on the edge of the falling kill, Feng Qian was happy in his heart, he knew that he had succeeded.

"It's so simple?" said Feng Qianxin.

However, Feng Qian's excitement only lasted for two breaths before he heard a subtle 'click' sound, and the golden sharp light shattered and disappeared into nothingness.

"Alas, it seems that I am in too much of a hurry, although this is only the beginning of the ups and downs of cultivation, but it is not so easy to succeed in cultivation. ”

Feng Qian sighed in his heart, if the "Three Talents Sword Technique" was so easy to cultivate, then it would not have such great lethality!

The first time the sharp condensation of the knife failed, Feng Qian was not discouraged at all, this is very normal, Xu Sandao can successfully cultivate the green water ups and downs, Feng Qian believes that he can, his root bone is heaven-level, and his understanding will not be worse than Xu Sandao.

Feng Qian began to try to condense the sharpness of the knife over and over again, and soon became immersed in it, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore......

In a purple bamboo pavilion on the edge of the purple lake, a large number of practitioners gathered at this time, they were Xu Guang, Luo Ting and Tang Zilian, as well as Zhao Tiesheng and other practitioners of the Zhao family, the Xu family and the Luo family.

"Brother Sandao, why hasn't Brother Qian come back yet, why don't we go over and call him! Tomorrow is the day when the Requiem Holy Land opens, and the dense fog over this purple lake has also dissipated a lot, and the so-called Requiem Holy Land is estimated to be revealed?" Tang Zilian said a little anxiously.

After Xu Sandao came back, he told everyone everything, they didn't have any opinion on Feng Qian's cultivation of the sword technique in the depths of the Purple Bamboo Forest, but fifteen days had passed, and Feng Qian had not come back, they were all afraid that Feng Qian's cultivation would forget the time and miss the opening of the Requiem Holy Land, and then Feng Qianke would be teleported out of the Requiem Land.

Fifteen days have passed, and the practitioners of the Requiem Land have also rushed here, and of the two hundred and forty-eight practitioners, only about one hundred and eighty are here at this time, and the remaining sixty or so practitioners are estimated to have died.

In half a year, more than 60 practitioners were buried in the Requiem Land, and all the survivors secretly lamented the danger of the Requiem Land.

"Wait, isn't there another day, and if Brother Wind doesn't come back in the evening, I'll call him. ”

Xu Sandao sat on the bamboo strip, stretched his waist, and said.

"No need, Brother Fengqian is here!"

Zhao Tiesheng stood up, pointed to the purple bamboo forest and said, as soon as he said this, everyone saw that Feng Qian, who was dressed in animal skin, was slowly walking out of the dense purple bamboo forest, he was smiling, obviously he had made certain achievements in cultivating sword techniques.

With so many people gathered on the edge of the lake, Feng Qian was not too surprised, seeing that Zhao Tiesheng, Xu Guang, Luo Ting and others were there, Feng Qian quickened his pace and walked towards the Zizhu Pavilion.

"Haha, Brother Feng, you're finally back, if you don't come back, I'm afraid we'll all have to go over to find you?"

Feng Qian walked over, Xu Sandao hurriedly got up, and said with a smile.

Xu Sandao glanced at Feng Qian carefully, and then said, "How is it? Brother Feng has a harvest?"

Seeing Feng Qian's excited expression, Xu Sandao couldn't help but ask, he wanted to know if Feng Qian had any introduction to the Green Water Sinking and Floating Knife Technique in the past half a month?

"Thanks to the third knife brother Hongfu, the younger brother has been able to condense the sharpness of the seven-foot knife. Feng Qian hugged his fist at Xu Sandao and said with a smile.

Being able to cultivate the ups and downs of green water within half a month is all thanks to Xu Sandao, and Feng Qian is sincerely grateful to Xu Sandao.

"Oh, Brother Feng, you have been able to condense the sharpness of the seven-foot sword in just half a month, how is this possible?" Xu Sandao's eyes widened, with a look of disbelief.

How could Feng Qian condense the sharpness of the seven-foot sword in half a month? If this was true, then Feng Qian's speed of cultivating the "Three Talents Sword Technique" was too perverted!

You know, it took him a whole month to barely condense the sharpness of the three-foot sword, and this gap is too big!

Half a month only condensed the sharpness of the seven-foot knife, Feng Qian didn't know whether his speed was fast or slow before, but now seeing Xu Sandao's surprised expression, he already knew that the speed at which he condensed the sharpness of the knife should be faster than Xu Sandao, otherwise hearing his words, Xu Sandao wouldn't look like a ghost.

"Hehe, I'm just a fluke. ”

Feng Qian smiled bitterly twice and said, if he knew that he had cultivated the sharpness of the seven-foot sword in half a month, and it would hit Xu Sandao, he would definitely not say that he had cultivated the sharpness of the seven-foot sword, but said that it was three feet, or lower.

"Alas, the Zephyr brothers are incomparable. ”

Xu Sandao sighed and shook his head, looking distressed, obviously he was really hit by Feng Qian's terrifying speed of cultivating the sword technique.

Feng Qian didn't care about Xu Sandao anymore, and after glancing at Luo Ting, he turned around and said, "Brother Zhao, you are also here, how has Brother Zhao been doing in the past six months?"

Zhao Tiesheng shook his head when he heard this, and said with a wry smile: "Don't mention it, I have been working with three third-level peak spirit beasts for nearly half a year for a few fourth-level elixirs, and since I came to the land of requiem, I have been staying in that place, not to mention how aggrieved I am!"

After Zhao Tiesheng was teleported over, he found four fourth-level elixirs, and around the four fourth-level elixirs, there were three third-level peak spirit beasts and a group of first- and second-level spirit beasts.

Fortunately, his efforts were richly rewarded, and just a few days before the Requiem Jade Plate changed, he finally got the four elixirs in his hands.

Zhao Tiesheng said so, but everyone could see that there was a deep joy in his expression.

"Haha, congratulations to Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao must have gained a lot!" Xu Guang laughed and patted Zhao Tiesheng on the shoulder and said.

Except for Luo Ting, who was silent in the pavilion, the rest of the people were chatting happily with each other.

"Tingting, what are you thinking?" Feng Qian sat down beside Luo Ting, held her slender jade hand, and asked.

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Luo Ting's mouth, and she shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I'm wondering where is the Requiem Holy Land, and what is inside?"

In the past few days when Feng Qian practiced sword techniques in the depths of the Purple Bamboo Forest, Luo Ting missed Feng Qian very much, she wanted to accompany Feng Qian, but she was afraid of disturbing Feng Qian's cultivation, and she had obviously lost a lot of weight these days because of her thoughts about Feng Qian.

"Hehe, these fogs are dissipating rapidly, and the mystery will be revealed soon, don't think too much, you won't know tomorrow. ”

Feng Qian scraped the tip of Luo Ting's nose with his fingers, and said with a smile, he could see that Luo Ting must have been unhappy these days, all because of himself, he felt a little indebted to Luo Ting, and he shouldn't have left her here for cultivation!

"Hmm. ”

Luo Ting muttered softly, and she leaned her head on Feng Qian's broad and warm shoulders.

Originally, before Luo Ting saw Feng Qian, she had a thousand words in her heart and wanted to talk to Feng Qian, but when Feng Qian appeared in front of her and she snuggled in Feng Qian's arms, thousands of words became speechless, and everything was contained in this hug.

In the days when Feng Qian was away, with Luo Ting's existence, there was no experienced person who dared to provoke Xu Guang and the other people of the three alliances, even Han Sanshan, as well as the An family and the Yan family, did not come to provoke them.

Xu Sandao has a strength no less than Zhao Tiesheng, and very few people know about this matter, or outsiders don't know it at all, because except for Feng Qian, the people who have seen Xu Sandao's strength are not his friends and brothers, and they are all dead.

As we got closer to the opening of the Requiem Sanctuary, the atmosphere on the edge of the lake became more and more tense.

Everyone knows that once the Requiem Holy Land is opened, those who have not entered the Requiem Holy Land in a short period of time are estimated to be teleported out of the Requiem Land.

Whether this is a holy place of requiem or not? Until the last moment, everyone was not sure.

That is, seeing that the dense fog on the lake is gradually dissipating, everyone has a little less worry in their hearts, and the dense fog is estimated to completely dissipate tomorrow morning, and the situation on the lake will be unobstructed at a glance, and everyone also speculates that the Requiem Holy Land should have something to do with this purple lake.

This place, a hundred miles around is a purple bamboo forest, even the lake water in the lake is purple, it looks very magical, everyone also knows that this place is very strange, but they can't find out the secret.

In the evening, Feng Qian hesitated for a while, but still couldn't help but want to ask what happened to Tang Zilian? Listening to her tone, Feng Qian knew that she must have suffered a lot of grievances.

The curved crescent moon emitted a bright light, enveloping the earth, and on a reef on the edge of the lake, Feng Qian and Tang Zilian sat there, blowing a cool lake breeze.

"Sister Zilian, what happened to you after you came to the Land of Requiem?"

Feng Qian said to Tang Zilian, and after speaking, he threw the stone in his hand into the lake, splashing a small splash, but because of the dense fog, they could only see it vaguely.

Xu Guang, Zhao Tiesheng and Tang Zilian are Feng Qian's friends and brothers who can make friends among the two hundred and forty-eight people, and Feng Qian naturally doesn't want them to have an accident.