Time flies by.

Wu Feng has been here for half a month.

In the past half a month, Wu Feng has opened up his own cave in the mountain where Qingsong is located, that is, he has run to Yujian Mountain every day. Because there is no trade and trade, and it is difficult for many new disciples to go out, in addition to some important palace accidents, this Imperial Sword Mountain also operates many shops, which can just meet the needs of those who do not leave the sect all year round.

This is also the reason why those people can not be divided all year round, and it is really hard to imagine how big each part is if you want to know that the third division is equivalent to a kingdom, and this kingdom is divided into six parts. Therefore, each mountain of the division also has an outsourced team.

Although Wu Feng didn't have any money, he was actually embarrassed to ask Qingsong for it. Qing Song took him back and gave him some orders. It's gone, and he can't find anyone he wants to find. However, this did not affect him to go shopping, and by the way, learn about the customs of the upper realm.

According to what Wu Feng said, we can't afford it, do we still look down on it?

What interests Wu Feng the most is the task list.

It's okay if you don't have money, and it's okay if you don't have the strength to go Then do the tasks, which are divided into four brief categories: easy, average, difficult, and dangerous. Generally, it is simple to have tasks within the sect, and these tasks can just be taken over in exchange for some points, which are equivalent to the storage zài like spirit crystals, or more valuable than spirit crystals.

Like Liu Yun, they went to the Nether to pick up people, which is also a task, and the level of this task is average, because there is no danger in picking up people, but there are also dangers, and at the same time it is very time-consuming. So count as a general task.

A month later, Wu Feng burst into tears.

Because it's been a month, Qingsong finally remembered that there was such an apprentice as him. Wu Feng finally knew that he was not air, so he was moved to cry.

"Are you still comfortable staying here?"

Qing Song asked casually.

"Yes, very good. ”

Wu Feng is going to scold his mother, Nima, it's been a month, a whole month, leaving himself here, ignoring it, and not giving a hundred yuan. The money brought by the Nether is worthless. I went to the store every day and didn't buy the last thing.

"Well, there's a copy of "Imperial Sword Arts" here, you can take it. ”

Qing Song casually threw Wu Feng a copy of "Imperial Sword Technique", and then disappeared, and his voice echoed in the air: "A month later, I will come to check." ”

"I ...... Day...... Ahh

Wu Feng looked at the "Imperial Sword Technique" in his hand, which was a kind of helplessness. You have to give me some guidance as a master, give me a copy of "Imperial Sword Technique" and it will be gone, this is to send a beggar.

Well, the master is like this, and he, as an apprentice, has no choice.

Tearfully took "Imperial Sword Technique" back to his cave.

Turn the first page.

"Imperial sword technique, can be the imperial weapon technique. The weapon of the world is the arm, and it can be ......... as you like. ”

"Do you use telekinesis?" Wu Feng looked at the long sword on the ground, this long sword was taken out of the sword mound, the Nine Rank Earth Weapon, and Qing Song also said that it was a good weapon. There are a few notches in the blade of this weapon, though, but it's definitely enough.

"Move!"

Wu Feng followed the steps on the "Imperial Sword Technique", and then opened his eyes violently, and pointed at the long sword on the ground.

But the reality is often still so realistic, and the first practice of swordsmanship is not so simple, nor is it so fast.

Wu Feng looked at the long sword over and over again, giving the deepest call, but the long sword was still lying motionless on the ground, as if to say, can you do it?

One day. Ten days. Half a month, a month.

Wu Feng's whole person was like a flower child, and at this time, he was standing on top of the long sword that had turned into a three-meter length, swaying crookedly in the air, like a drunk man, who would fall to the ground at any time.

And Wu Feng, who has not yet mastered the true essence, does not dare to speed up, if he speeds up, if he doesn't do it, the sword will fly, and the person will fly, but the sword will fly forward, and the person will fly backward.

Wu Feng also tried to speed up, just like when Liu Yun brought them here, but the result was very simple, that is, the sword flew away, and the person was still in place. Oh no, the man was still in the air, and then he fell to the ground with a snap.

Due to the control of the long sword with all his heart, it is difficult to divide the mind into two uses for the time being, and that one falls down. The first reaction was to protect the whole body, but in the end, not only was he dizzy and swollen, but because he was distracted, the long sword didn't know where to fly.

I had no choice but to endure the pain and go to find the sword.

Finally, there was a man named Hanako, who was two or three meters in the air, controlling the long sword at his feet like a drunk.

"Brush!"

Qing Song stood motionless behind Wu Feng, a month had passed, and he was surprisingly punctual. It seems that in his mind, the unit of time is the unit of months.

"That's it!"

With a wave of Qing Song's big hand, Wu Feng appeared in front of Qing Song with a sword.

"Master. ”

Seeing Qingsong, Wu Feng didn't dare to be disrespectful, so he quickly and simply tidied up his clothes and shouted respectfully.

"It's been a month, and I've seen the Edgeworth you just now, but it's mainly because your strength is too low. Mental power will become more powerful with strong strength, and you are not a person who is born with strong mental power, so you must have strong strength as support. ”

Qing Song put his fingers together and pointed lightly at the long sword next to Wu Feng.

I only heard the buzz of the long sword, like a child shouting happily.

"Up!"

In order to demonstrate to me, Qing Song's every move and style are based on the sword technique, and when the sword technique is practiced to the end, there is no need for these gestures to guide at all, Qing Song does this just to let Wu Feng quickly understand.

Shout!

The long sword is like thunder and lightning, flashing into the sky, with an endless sound of breaking the air, crackling and not majestic!

Wu Feng was stunned and looked at the long sword that had long disappeared into the sky, and he felt extremely emotional, this is simply killing people in thousands of miles, no matter where the enemy is, he can take off the head with a single thought.

Qiang!!

The long sword fell into the sky, and the murderous aura caused by the speed invisibly pressed Wu Feng below, although Wu Feng knew that the long sword would not fall on him, but as long as he looked at the long sword, he felt that the long sword would definitely fall on his head. Cold sweat involuntarily covered his body.

Ping!

Qing Song waved lightly with one hand, and the long sword suddenly turned, hovering above Wu Feng's head.

"The master is amazing. ”

Wu Feng wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and without saying a word, he directly came to a sycophant.

"Just look at it, practice makes perfect in everything, and practice will bring you confidence. Since it doesn't work, practice more. Whether it's mental power or strength, you must do both. I'll give you another month to get used to it, and then I'll give you some exercises, because you'll have to go out after staying for two months at most. ”

With a wave of Qingsong's big sleeves, the whole person disappeared.

"I ...... I'll have to ask. Wu Feng felt that Qingsong was too individual. It's not a loss to be a person who doesn't even buy the face of the ancestors.

"Bang!"

"Oh,!"

As soon as Qing Song left, I'm sorry, the long sword hovering above Wu Feng's head had no support, and it fell to the top of Wu Feng's head without hesitation, fortunately, the long sword was hovering horizontally, Wu Feng was only smashed, and the blade was smooth in the hair and didn't hurt anyone. If it was upright, it would have to be stabbed to death with a sword.

"This is the master, the master!"

Wu Feng touched his head and picked up the long sword helplessly.

Continue your own practice.