Qiao Yuan carefully studied the condensation technique of the wind blade, and had some ideas in his heart, if he could condense the wind blade in advance, and then save it, and suddenly throw out dozens or hundreds of wind blades at a time of crisis, this kind of scene Qiao Yuan was a little excited when he thought about it.

However, it is easy to think, but it is not so simple to do, the spiritual power has been stored in the outside world for a long time, and it will slowly dissipate after a long time.

He didn't dwell too much on this issue, after all, he hadn't learned to walk and thought about how to run, which was too unrealistic.

Qiao Yuan meditated cross-legged for two hours, replenished the spiritual power he had just consumed by using "Ruo Feng Xing", and began to cultivate the "Wind Blade".

He first manipulated the spiritual energy to gather in the palm of his hand without dissipating, although this matter is not difficult, but if you want to keep the spiritual power outside the body for a long time, it still needs some practice.

A day passed, and Qiao Yuan was basically able to keep the spiritual energy in his palm gathering and not dispersing, and during this period, he also meditated to recover his spiritual power once.

At this time, he began to refine his spiritual power, although this matter is not difficult, but it is a very exhausting process, and the control of spiritual power must also be very precise, which is like polishing an iron plate into a sharp dagger, which requires great patience.

After three days, Qiao Yuan successfully polished the first wind blade, although it was still rough, but it was also preliminary.

The wind blade was no more than a finger wide, and the tip of the head was sharp, and it was colorless, which was imperceptible to the naked eye, and only the monk could feel the subtle aura fluctuations above.

Qiao Yuan looked at his palm quite excitedly, in fact, his eyes couldn't see the wind blade in his hand at all, but his body could clearly feel the wind blade in his hand.

He picked up a rather hard beast bone and slashed the wind blade upward, and suddenly the beast bone split in two, and the edge of the beast bone was as smooth as a mirror.

This scene made Qiao Yuan's palms feel cold, and it was hard to imagine what that beast would look like when he threw this wind blade directly at a beast.

Qiao Yuan glanced at the pile of dry food that the beast bones walked to the side again, although there was not much dry food left, but Qiao Yuan was still looking for something carefully.

"Alas, this beast bone is already the hardest thing here, and there is really nothing else to try this wind blade. Huh!"

After Qiao Yuan looked for it, he sat directly on the ground, sighed softly and muttered to himself, looked down at the ground and sighed softly, his eyes lit up.

He looked at the Baiyun Altar under him, he had been cultivating here for half a year and had not figured out what this altar was built of, he patted it with his hand, and what came to his hand was a warm and cool feeling.

Qiao Yuan suddenly clenched his fist and hit the altar directly, what was quite strange was that his hand did not feel any pain at all, but it felt as if a punch had hit the cotton.

He looked at his fist, stood up, and threw the wind blade directly at the ground, Qiao Yuan wanted to see if this wind blade could leave some marks on this altar.

The speed of the wind blade was extremely fast, and in an instant it was close to the altar, and unexpectedly there was no movement, and there was not even a sound, as if the mud cow had entered the sea, and the wind blade had disappeared without a trace.

However, Qiao Yuan didn't show any surprise, he had already guessed that this altar was definitely not so simple, and there was nothing to test how sharp this wind blade was with the wind blade, after all, the hardest beast bones here were all halved under the wind blade.

Qiao Yuan didn't waste time on this, he meditated cross-legged and recovered the spiritual power consumed in his body and began to polish and condense the wind blade, the first wind blade took three days to complete, and the time was a little too long.

For such a long time, when it comes to actual combat, the wind blade is not of the slightest use at all, so Qiao Yuan wants to increase his speed, and condense a wind blade at least within a stick of incense, so that he can play a key role in the moment of crisis, and he can also use the wind to buy time for himself to condense.

The second wind blade was also condensed by Qiao Yuan two days later, because of the second condensation, Qiao Yuan also had more experience than the first time, and he was also much more proficient, and he did not commit many problems that appeared in the first time.

Although the time was shortened by one day, it was still not good, but this time Qiao Yuan's condensed wind blade was much finer than the first condensed, and the speed of throwing it out was also much faster, which made him quite happy.

The half-year period that Xiao Fengqing said is getting closer and closer, and Qiao Yuan has less and less time to rest, almost ten hours a day to condense and polish the wind blade, and his progress is also remarkable.

After all, learning this technique relies on practice to make perfect, there is no shortcut, and it has nothing to do with qualifications.

After five days, Qiao Yuan could almost condense three wind blades a day, and the refinement of the wind blades was much higher than some time ago.

However, this step still does not satisfy Qiao Yuan, he wants to be faster, the long time it takes to condense is the biggest flaw of this technique, if the speed of condensation is not fast enough, then this technique is just chicken ribs.

However, on the sixth day, Qiao Yuan entered the Sinking Heart Realm when he was condensing the wind blade, and Qiao Yuan, who had entered the Sinking Heart Realm, almost put 100% of his mind into condensing and polishing, and everything in the outside world was naturally closed.

At this time, his speed reached a limit, and it took almost half a pillar of incense to condense a wind blade, and this wind blade was exactly the same as the wind blade described on the Spirit Wind Technique, and it was obviously the best level of finesse.

However, at this time, Qiao Yuan didn't know all this, he just kept condensing and polishing, a wind blade was formed and then naturally dissipated in the air, and then condensed and polished the next one, so constantly condensed.

It wasn't until Qiao Yuan's spiritual power in his body was exhausted that he suddenly collapsed on the ground, and his mental exhaustion was still better than chopping wood.

Qiao Yuan was lying on the ground, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyes flashed with extremely bright colors.

He knew that he had entered the realm of Shen Xin, and he also knew that in the state of Shen Xin, he could condense two wind blades with one stick of incense, which made him exhale deeply, and the big stone in his heart had already fallen.

Although it was impossible for him to enter the Concentration Realm to condense the Wind Blade during the battle, he did have this condensed understanding.

This technique is not difficult to say, it is not simple to say that it is not simple, it is like sharpening a knife, the blacksmith who has been striking iron for decades and the person who sharpens the knife for the first time, the sharpening knife will naturally not be the same, and the speed is also very different.

Qiao Yuan believed that with this realization, his speed would definitely improve by leaps and bounds, and he might be able to condense a wind blade with half a pillar of incense in the future, thinking of this, Qiao Yuan began to meditate and recover.

According to his rough calculation, today was the day when Xiao Fengqing came to pick him up, but he preferred to stay here for two more days, after all, it was relatively fast to recover his spiritual power here, and it also saved a lot of time for cultivating the Wind Blade Technique.

However, after two hours, Qiao Yuan's spiritual power recovered, and then he ate some food casually, and continued to condense the wind blade.

While condensing, he looked for his previous feelings, some of the mistakes he had made before and the detours he had taken, Qiao Yuan had avoided them one by one, and his speed had improved significantly, but in an hour, he had condensed a wind blade.

Qiao Yuan's face showed joy, he was not a person who was not satisfied, he was able to condense a wind blade in an hour in twelve days, which was already very amazing.

If someone else had changed and had not entered the realm of contemplation, it would have been very good to be able to condense it in one day in twelve days.

He knew that this technique was not a quick technique, and the more he condensed, the faster the speed would naturally be, so he didn't force himself to condense a stick of incense before leaving the Dust Tree Realm.

After all, after going out, he also had time to slowly cultivate this technique, anyway, the spiritual power consumed by this technique was not very much, and the spiritual energy of the third layer of qi refining was enough for him to continue to condense dozens of handfuls without exhausting his spiritual power.

Qiao Yuan was carefully feeling the wind blade in his hand, and after a while, he waved his hand and threw it out.

But in the direction where the wind blade flew, a white cloud suddenly condensed, and out of the white cloud came an old man in a gray robe and white hair, the old man raised his hand and sandwiched the wind blade between his fingers, took a closer look at the wind blade, and his expression revealed a look of relief, and then said with a kind smile on his face.

"Huh...... Xiaoyuan, half a year has arrived, and grandpa is coming to pick you up. ”

"Grandpa Xiao, you won't be early, will you?"

Qiao Yuan was stunned when he saw Xiao Fengqing who suddenly appeared, although he had expected it, but this appearance also made him stay where he was, after listening to Xiao Fengqing's words, Qiao Yuan replied with a smile on his face.

"Haha...... What's the matter, I can't bear to be here?"

Xiao Fengqing laughed, quite satisfied with Qiao Yuan's performance.

"Grandpa Xiao, my Wind Blade Technique is being cultivated to a critical point, so it would be better for you to come two days late. ”

Qiao Yuan said reluctantly, thinking that he would be able to condense a wind blade with a stick of incense in a few days at most.

"Oh, although your cultivation is quite acceptable, but after Grandpa Wind Blade saw it just now, he can only barely be regarded as so-so. How long have you been cultivating this Wind Blade Technique?"

Xiao Fengqing let out a light "oh" and asked with an interested look on his face.

"Xiao Yuan has been cultivating this Wind Blade Technique for about twelve days. ”

Qiao Yuan replied with a smile, looking a little proud. After all, it took a lot of energy to cultivate the Wind Blade Technique to this level in twelve days.

"It's not easy to polish the wind blade to that point in twelve days. Okay, let's go out and practice again. You still have a long way to go, you shouldn't be confined here, and it won't do you any good behind closed doors. ”

Xiao Fengqing naturally saw the smug look on Qiao Yuan's face, smiled slightly and said a few words of teaching, then took Qiao Yuan and galloped towards the white clouds with a wave of his sleeves, but disappeared into the white clouds in a moment.

Qiao Yuan only saw Xiao Fengqing's big sleeves wave, and his eyes blurred for a while, and then he was in the white clouds, and when he turned his head to look back, he couldn't see the white cloud altar anymore.

"Grandpa Xiao, have Brother Qingyun and Sister Qingxuan left here?"

Qiao Yuan turned his head and looked around, but he didn't see anything, thought about it in his heart, and asked about Xiao Qingyun and Xiao Qingxuan.

"Huh...... Qingyun went out, and it would take some time for Qingxuan to wake up. ”

Xiao Fengqing didn't turn around, just said with a chuckle.

Qiao Yuan was overjoyed when he heard Xiao Fengqing's words, but he was slightly disappointed when he heard the second half of the sentence.

It didn't take long for Qiao Yuan to follow Xiao Fengqing and came to a wall composed of white clouds, Xiao Fengqing disappeared without a trace without pausing and taking a single step.

Qiao Yuan glanced back and stepped into the cloud wall, and with a flower in front of him, Qiao Yuan's vision was clear again, and he had already arrived at Xiao Fengqing's bamboo house.

"Xiaoyuan, you make a pot of tea first, Qingyun will come in a while, grandpa has something to tell you. ”

Xiao Fengqing walked to the bamboo chair and sat down, looking at Qiao Yuan, who was in a trance, and said slowly.

Qiao Yuan had just returned to Qingfeng Village from the Dust Tree Realm and was still in a trance, after all, he had been alone in the White Cloud Altar for half a year, and every day he saw that everything he saw was white, without any other different colors and vitality, and he was talking to himself.

Qiao Yuan was pulled back from his trance by Xiao Fengqing's words, and then he began to get busy, with a chuckle on his face, as if he was enjoying this moment very much.

But in a moment, a young man in white pushed the door and walked in, he saw Qiao Yuan, his face showed excitement, he stepped forward and patted Qiao Yuan's shoulder, and looked carefully.

The young man's sword eyebrows were starry, his face was as white as jade with a hint of softness, his side face was full of perseverance, and his handsome and extraordinary face was carrying a gentle smile at the moment.

"Xiaoyuan, I haven't seen you for a long time. Hey, you're refining the third layer of qi?"

Xiao Qingyun saw Qiao Yuan's cultivation and said with a smile.

"Hey...... Grandpa Xiao successfully tore a gap in the seal in my body half a year ago, and I have been staying in the Dust Tree Realm to cultivate for half a year, but my spiritual root is a little mixed, and my cultivation is a little slow. By the way, what are you cultivating now?"

The corners of Qiao Yuan's mouth rose, and he explained with a smile, and as he spoke, he wanted to see how far Xiao Qingyun's cultivation had reached, but he couldn't see why after looking at it for a long time.

"Sit down and talk slowly. ”

Xiao Qingyun didn't say it directly, just smiled gently, sat down at the table very consciously and said.

The two sat opposite each other around a bamboo table, and Qiao Yuan poured tea for Xiao Qingyun.