There was no one in the dormitory, and Feng Chuan happened to be cultivating his sharp energy.

Just now, Xiang Jin was on the phone and told Feng Chuan some secrets of cultivation. And especially emphasized that the release of sharp energy is by no means simple, and it often takes two or three months to achieve initial results.

Does it take two or three months?

Feng Chuan frowned. It's no wonder that after the longitudinal two-star pattern yesterday, Feng Chuan tried to externalize the sharp qi several times in a row, but in the end he failed to succeed.

Patience~

If you want to learn to externalize sharpness, you have to be patient. Feng Chuan sat cross-legged on the bed, concentrating.

He began to breathe slowly and evenly, and his mind was completely empty. If you don't think about anything at the moment, the desk and computer in front of you, the bed at your feet, or even the entire dormitory and the whole school don't exist.

"Bang~"

The sharp qi in the body is boiling and burning, like a stormy wave. Feng Chuan used the fastest speed to run the flow of sharp energy, and in places that were invisible to the naked eye, all the sharp qi rushed to the finger ends.

The externalization of sharp gas mainly pays attention to two aspects, first of all, the sharp gas used for externalization must be boiling fast enough; Secondly, the point that is externalized must be relaxed enough not to hinder the majestic gushing of the rolling sharp energy.

"Ding~"

A crisp sound sounded in my head. The burning sharp energy reaches the tip of the index finger of the right hand. However, they failed to break through the strong restraint of their fingertips, and had no choice but to return in vain.

How many times have you failed?

Feng Chuan shook his head, he couldn't remember clearly. Of course, failure is not terrible, the key is to learn from failure.

So the failure just now was because the sharp gas burned not enough to boil and rushed fast enough? Or is it because the tip of the index finger of the right hand is not relaxed enough?

Or, both......

Feng Chuan pursed his lips lightly, without any thoughts of discouragement. He remained relaxed and cross-legged and moved on to the next attempt.

"Ding~"

There was a crisp sound in his head, and he rushed back home.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding~"

The sharp energy surging like a tide returns to the original place again and again.

Ay!

After a few hours of repeated repetition, Feng Chuan still failed to achieve a breakthrough in the release of sharp energy. He closed his eyes and fell behind him, and behind him was the wall of the dormitory, and the skin on his back touched the wall, and there was a feeling of coolness.

The crossed legs slowly flattened, and Feng Chuan wanted to rest for a while. He lazily opened his eyes and raised his right index finger in front of his eyes.

Why can't I break through my fingertips? Did you put yourself in the way?

Feng Chuan stuck out his tongue, quickly touched the top of his fingertips, and then placed his fingertips on the top of his nose, thinking about how to make the fingertip restraints thinner.

The cultivation of tattoos varies from person to person, and those that Xiang Jin told Feng Chuan can only be used as a reference, and the specific situation has to be explored by Feng Chuan himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the door of his dorm room, speculating that the three K-gunners might not return until late. Anyway, as long as those guys go to the Internet café, they usually have a dark time.

Strive to make progress in your cultivation before they return!

Feng Chuan stretched out his tongue again, gently touching the tip of his right index finger and quickly touching it, as if encouraging.

Yang Tian stretched his waist, and Feng Chuan continued to sit cross-legged. He calmed his mind and cleared all distractions from his mind. The whole world seems to no longer exist, only the sharp energy in the body and the tip of the index finger of the right hand.

"Bang~"

Sharp energy boiled instantly at an unimaginable speed. Feng Chuan twisted the rolling sharp qi into a rope with his mind, and then threw the rope out with force, throwing it towards the breakthrough point that had been determined long ago - the tip of the index finger.

"Smack!"

The rope composed of sharp qi thundered and crackled on the fingertips. Although he still didn't break free from the shackles this time, Feng Chuan obviously felt as if he had gone further than before.

Again!

Feng Chuan relaxed, and all the sharp energy returned to its original place. He twisted his sharp qi into a rope and flung out with a swift whip.

Xiang Jin did not mention this cultivation method in the previous call, and it was completely understood by Feng Chuan himself. I feel that this method is quite good, at least it is very suitable for sealing Chuan.

He calmed down and repeated, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand......

It seems that Feng Chuan is just sitting on the edge of the bed steadily, but in fact, he has tossed countless backs and forths inside. His clothes were already soaked with sweat, and if he looked closely, he could see steam coming out of his head.

Of course, the steam is the heat of sweat, not the sharpness that comes out of the outside.

Before you know it, it's getting dark. The light rain outside the window was dripping, and there was no intention of stopping. Like the light rain that fell from morning to night, Fengchuan never stopped.

Index finger.

Fingertips.

Although Feng Chuan regarded that part of his body as if it were nothing, that part existed as it was, preventing the surging sharp qi from breaking out of the shell.

How can I blur the tip of my index finger?

Feng Chuan stuck out his tongue and licked it mischievously on his fingertips again. Not to mention, in the boring cultivation process, this action brought Feng Chuan a little ease.

Entertain yourself, and don't let cultivation be too boring.

Feng Chuan remembered very well that the last time Zeng Yan pretended to be a magician in the youth hostel, he used the palm of his hand to externalize the sharp qi and store it in the teacup in front of him, and then used the sharp qi to pull each other to complete the performance of taking things from the air.

What Zeng Yan can do, it is impossible for Fengchuan not to do it. And Feng Chuan is very confident that he can do better.

Vaguely, Feng Chuan felt that there was nothing wrong with the intensity, intensity, and speed of the sharp qi, the problem was that the tip of the index finger had become a barrier, and the fingertips were blocking the sharp qi, so it could not be broken.

However, it is impossible to cut the fingertips. Even if the fingertip is cut off, the remaining piece of flesh will definitely become a new obstacle.

Calm down!

The key is to come up with a good way to make the fingertip bondage weaker.

But moistening the fingertips with saliva has no effect, and it is ineffective when the fingertips don't exist in the mind, except for these two methods, is there anything else?

Gas!

Spirit!

Feng Chuan suddenly thought, and concentrated some of his sharp energy on his fingertips to meet the rope thrown from the whip in his body. And then use the sharp breath of the fingers to do a relay? Or is it that the sharp energy waiting at your fingertips is used as a springboard?

"Bang~"

The sharp energy instantly condensed into a rope. And the remaining part of the sharp qi was driven to the tip of the index finger by Feng Chuan in advance.

"Smack!"

The rope formed by the condensation of the boiling sharp qi was thrown out like lightning towards the index finger of the right hand. Immediately after, Feng Chuan focused all his thoughts on those sharp qi at his fingertips.

When the rope is thrown, those sharp spirits open their arms to greet them.

"Up!"

Feng Chuan broke off in his heart, and the sharp qi waiting at his fingertips immediately received the order. As expected, a relay came halfway through, and the rope condensed by sharp energy was thrown out again.

The fingertips full of sharp qi had already become thinner, and under the impact of the surging waves, cracks finally appeared, and the slightest bit of blurred sharp qi really seeped out.