Feng Chuan opened his eyes abruptly, staring at the bits of sharp energy that emerged from the tips of his index fingers. The sharp energy in his body is indeed an extremely golden mellow color, and Feng Chuan can see it clearly and really at the moment.

However, if the three K gunmen suddenly broke in, they would definitely not be able to see what came out of Feng Chuan's fingertips, which belonged to the professional perspective of the tattoo.

It's amazing!

The corners of Feng Chuan's mouth twitched, and he took out the hollow knife from the space magic weapon. But seeing that the slashing knife was shining with cold light, it was indestructible, like the most powerful divine weapon in the world.

Pointing forward, Feng Chuan wanted to inject his sharp qi into the Hollow Knife. If his own sharp qi is strong enough, then Feng Chuan can manipulate this rare treasure in the air.

However, the Hollow Chopping Knife was cold and hard, and Feng Chuan's sharp qi could not penetrate into it, and at the same time, the already billowing and powerful sharp qi in the Hollow Chopping Knife seemed to be repelling and resisting, leaving no room for Feng Chuan's sharp qi.

Because it's not strong enough?

Maybe.

Feng Chuan turned his head to look around, looking for the rest of the test samples. Look around and find the phone next to it. Mobile phones are flammable and explosive, will sharp gas injection cause a sudden explosion?

Infuse a little bit of sharpness, and there should be no problem getting into the phone case. What's more, whether it can be smoothly imported into it is a big unknown.

Feng Chuan was engrossed, urging a little sharp air flow to his mobile phone. But the mobile phone shell still refuses to seal the river, and does not give the owner any face at all.

Bah!

Forget about the empty knife, you still dislike me for a bargain that has been used for two years! Feng Chuan flicked his wrist and threw the phone on the bed.

Does it have to be a lot of force or a special skill to get the sharp energy to penetrate other objects? But when I saw Zeng Yan's kid performing magic, it seemed to be very relaxed and casual.

Feng Chuan shrugged, and reluctantly sent a message to Xiang Jin: Is it empty? There is one more thing I would like to ask you about.

A few minutes later, Xiang Jin called again, and quickly scolded:

"What? It's not that simple to release this kind of thing, don't think about it overnight. After all, as the saying goes, Rome wasn't built in a day, and you don't know how to let out the sharpness before you do the rest of the work. ”

After listening to him, Feng Chuan deliberately raised his voice and asked: "You seem to have told me before that it often takes two or three months for the sharp qi to be released. ”

"Yes." Xiang Jin replied without thinking.

"What about those who have high talent and relatively fast cultivation progress? How long does it take? Feng Chuan continued to raise his voice.

"If it's fast, it will take ten days and half a month." Xiang Jin Geng straightened.

"Oh......" Feng Chuan pretended to say something and stopped.

"You don't have to be too anxious, there must be a process from easy to difficult in the cultivation of tattoos. There must be one hurdle after another, waiting for you to overcome. Xiang Jin earnestly consoled.

"It must be a big hurdle to release your sharpness." Feng Chuan raised his eyebrows lightly.

"yes, so don't worry, it's normal to run into obstacles here." Xiang Jin said in a deep voice.

"Then I've just crossed this hurdle, and now I should think about how to carry out the later operations and store the sharp energy released into other things." Feng Chuan said lightly.

"Hmm......" Xiang Jin was eating something, so the call was a little absent-minded. He listened casually, suddenly felt that something was wrong, paused for a moment, and exclaimed to Jin like a woman: "You have learned to externalize sharp qi?" ”

Feng Chuan shrugged his shoulders: "That's why I bothered you." ”

Xiang Jin was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time.

……

Feng Chuan cultivated until late at night. He never turned on the light, and the bedroom was as dark as the sky outside, and at the same time he couldn't reach his fingers.

Tired.

Covered with a thin quilt, Feng Chuan leaned sideways on the bed. Regarding the externalization of sharp energy, it is no longer as unfamiliar as it was at the beginning, and the storage and utilization of sharp energy after externalization have gradually become eyebrow-raising.

For example, in this thin quilt, there is the sharpness that Feng Chuan externalized, and Feng Chuan can stick to the quilt with his palm for a short time, and he can also lift it.

Although the sharp qi stored in the quilt will soon disappear, this kind of cultivation progress is still worth rejoicing.

Feng Chuan raised his eyebrows and changed to a flat lying position. Talking to Xiang Jin on the phone today, he almost said something about Lian Yunshan, but when the words came to his lips, he finally held back.

Lianyun Mountain's iron flute, which exudes a bit of sharpness, belongs to which predecessor? Because he is not strong enough, does it lead to the leakage of sharp energy?

It's like the sharpness that Feng Chuan externalized in the quilt.

No......

Feng Chuan shook his head slowly, he had a hunch that things must not be so simple. Lianyun Mountain's iron flute may be involved in some very critical matters. So, it can't be said lightly.

Wait until the next meeting, and then ask Xiang Jin a side knock. Of course, it certainly can't be said explicitly.

"Crunch~"

Suddenly, the door opened gently, and Deng Zhuocheng and others returned from the Internet café together. They fought wildly in the game, and when they returned to their dorms, they were still in a state of excitement.

Zhu Tie was the first to rush into the bedroom, he lunged forward, imagining that he was holding Guan Gong's big knife, slashing here, slashing there.

"Keep people under the sabre!" Deng Zhuocheng pretended to tremble, and walked quickly past Zhu Tie's virtual Guan Gong knife, and suddenly he found that Feng Chuan was lying on the bed, so he pointed at Feng Chuan with one hand: "It's a brother, just cut him!" ”

The Zhu Iron Void Broadsword slashed at the bed, stopping when it was about to fall. At the same time, he said with a clear eye: "This is our kindness, and you can't cut it." ”

Yang Xiaowu took two quick steps and rushed to Feng Chuan's bedside: "What happened to Engong?" Lying down from last night to tonight, could it be that he is terminally ill? ”

Phew!

Feng Chuan couldn't help but straighten up half of his body: "I was already terminally ill, and I was so angry with you that I returned to the light." ”

"Back to the light, then you have to seize the last time and have some fun. Why don't we go for supper? Deng Zhuocheng said heartlessly.

"It's okay to order more takeout, I want to eat skewers!" Yang Xiaowu smacked his lips.

"It's okay to drink porridge, I don't pick." Zhu Tie pretended to erect the Void Broadsword.

"Alright, you guys, go to bed. I've done a lot of things over and over again today, and I'm so tired that I have to get some good sleep to make up for it. Feng Chuan yawned.

Yes~

This guy actually said that he did a lot of things over and over again?

I don't see it at all!

The three K-gunners stared at each other in the dark, and after a few moments they obediently climbed into bed. After all, if you play in an Internet café for too long, you will also be tired.

Feng Chuan turned over and lay on his side again, he didn't talk nonsense just now, and he did feel collapsed after stopping his cultivation. It's as if the body has been hollowed out, and the whole thing seems to float.

1、2、3……

Because he slept for too long in the morning, Feng Chuan needed to silently count the sheep for hypnosis. When I counted to 100, I finally felt a strong sense of sleep.