Chapter 20

Before you know it, time flies, and another three years have passed.

　　The entire Taihang Sword Sect was thriving.

　　In the past three years, Qin Feng has not stopped, besides drawing swords and practicing every day, he is feeding cats.

　　After feeding the cat, he continued to draw his sword and practice.

　　At this moment, within the Sword Tomb.

　　Draw your sword!

　　Clang!

　　Draw your sword!

　　Clang!

　　【Ding! Congratulations to the host, draw the sword 60,000 times]

　　【Silence Killing Immortal Sword Art】

　　【Nine Heavens Thunder Potential】

　　【Weapon upgrade once】

　　【Golden Eyes of Alchemy】

　　[Host, come on, keep drawing your sword! Those seemingly innocuous day after day, will one day let you see the meaning of perseverance! 】

　　Qin Feng put down the rusty sword in his hand.

　　Take a long breath.

　　In the past three years, Qin Feng has only drawn his sword less than 20,000 times.

　　It's not that Qin Feng is not hard enough.

　　Just after drawing the sword 50,000 times, the weight of the rusty sword suddenly increased to 500,000 kilograms.

　　I thought that with the continuous improvement of cultivation, Qin Feng's daily sword draws would gradually increase.

　　As everyone knows, the weight of the drawn sword will also increase with the number of times the sword is drawn.

　　Therefore, in the past three years, even though Qin Feng's cultivation base came to the third level of the Divine Palace, the speed of drawing his sword did not increase, and even declined.

　　When the 50,000th sword was drawn, there was only one reward.

　　That is the soul of this Void Dust Sword.

　　After the fusion, the power of the Void Dust Sword has skyrocketed again.

　　And it is more in line with Qin Feng itself.

　　Let Qin Feng use it more handy.

　　Looking at the reward of the 60,000th sword in front of him, Qin Feng's heart was calm.

　　Already used to it.

　　After the precipitation of time, Qin Feng is no longer the uninformed Qin Feng at the beginning. Whatever happens, he will always write his emotions on his face.

　　Silent Killing Immortal Sword Art, this seems to be a fragment, only a few tricks.

　　The nine-day thunder potential contains a strong law of thunder.

　　However, it does not have much effect on the current Qin Feng.

　　At most, it is to add some atmosphere and use it to pretend when he is on the stage.

　　Weapon upgrade once.

　　This is also useful.

　　The Rust Emperor Sword can be upgraded to the Rust Sect Sword.

　　As for this refining golden pupil.

　　Qin Feng was looking forward to it.

　　He also didn't know what kind of effect the refining golden pupil would bring.

　　"Fusion!"

　　humming sound.

　　System operates.

　　In an instant, there was lightning and thunder, and Qin Feng took advantage of the situation to urge Dao's introverted tactics to cover up all the movement.

　　Nine days of thunder merging.

　　The weapon is upgraded to the Rusted Sword.

　　In the end, it was the refining golden pupil.

　　Above the void, suddenly opened a scorpion, the golden light is gorgeous, and the fairy mist is lingering.

　　Immediately afterwards, runes spread all over the sky.

　　The splendid golden light turned into pure energy, which slowly flowed into Qin Feng's eyes.

　　Qin Feng only felt his eyes warm slightly.

　　The golden pupil of the refining world was even more ups and downs, exuding the atmosphere of chaos, the runes flowing in the sky, reflecting the sky and covering the earth.

　　Suddenly, Qin Feng's head buzzed, and a large amount of information was poured into his mind, like a dick, making Qin Feng know the golden pupil of this refining world like the back of his hand.

　　After getting this world-refining golden eye, Qin Feng couldn't wait to try it out to see if this world-refining gold eye was as magical as the legend.

　　Qin Feng's eyes opened, and a golden light of refinement emerged from his eyes, rushing straight into the sky.

　　At this moment, the sky cloud avoided, the void shook, and the golden light penetrated the sky and went straight to the sky.

　　With a change of mind, another ability of Jin Tong of Refining World was activated.

　　Everything in front of me became misty, as if covered by a layer of mysterious ice,

Slow down everything in sight.

　　Qin Feng felt that his vision was unprecedentedly wide, and he could even see a leaf slowly falling from thousands of miles away.

　　And in this field of vision, as long as Qin Feng is willing, he can see everything clearly and is not hindered by anything at all.

　　perspective!

　　Unexpectedly, the golden pupil of the refining world actually has a see-through function!

　　All these movements can only be seen and felt by Qin Feng himself.

　　Under the action of Dao's restraint art, the outside world could not sense any movement.

　　on the adjacent mountain.

　　Sword Saint Qingxuan was sitting cross-legged, breathing the essence of heaven and earth.

　　He suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Jian Zang not far away.

　　Am I feeling wrong?

　　Should not.

　　I clearly felt a sudden surge of power that shook the world.

　　But the sight is really calm, and there is no movement.

　　Qin Feng integrated all the rewards.

　　After just feeling it for a while, he continued to draw his sword and practice.

　　Every time the number of times the sword is drawn reaches a certain level, the weight of the sword will increase when the sword is drawn and cultivated.

　　Qin Feng has long been accustomed to it, and he is not surprised, so he is ready this time.

　　Draw your sword!

　　Clang!

　　Um?

　　Qin Feng was startled!

　　This sword can only be drawn halfway!

　　It's not completely pulled out!

　　Is this shit?

　　According to Qin Feng's estimation, this sword currently weighs at least one million kilograms.

　　If you can't even draw a sword, how will you respond to the enemy in the future?

　　Qin Feng was not reconciled, and his strength was secretly urged, all gathered in his hands.

　　Draw your sword!

　　Clang!

　　The rusty sword was still not completely unsheathed, only three inches more than before.

　　If you can't draw the sword, let's not talk about the distance, just like the current sword-drawing practice has become a problem!

　　"The system opens the data panel!"

　　[Host: Qin Feng]

　　[Cultivation base: Jingu realm triple]

　　[Flesh: Nirvana]

　　[Number of swords drawn: 60002]

　　[Weapon: Rust Sect Sword]

　　60002 times to draw the sword?

　　This surprised Qin Feng.

　　Could it be...

　　As long as the rusted sword is drawn, no matter how much is drawn, is it counted as one drawing of the sword?

　　Qin Feng tried to draw his sword again!

　　Clang!

　　[Host: Qin Feng]

　　[Cultivation base: Jingu realm triple]

　　[Flesh: Nirvana]

　　[Number of swords drawn: 60003]

　　[Weapon: Rust Sect Sword]

　　Seeing that the number of times the sword was drawn increased, Qin Feng nodded slightly.

　　call……

　　I thought I couldn't continue to practice.

　　……

　　Southern Region.

　　The edge of the South China Sea.

　　"I'll wait, welcome the return of the sect master!"

　　"The sovereign divine power is unparalleled in the world, shining with the sky!"

　　"The sovereign divine power is unparalleled in the world, shining with the sky!"

　　"The sovereign divine power is unparalleled in the world, shining with the sky!"

　　……

　　The shouts came out in unison, resounding the world.

　　Like a tsunami across the sky.

　　The Sect Master of the Gorefiend Sect, blood resentment.

　　Stepping into the realm of the shrine thousands of years ago, I want to break through the shackles and go out to sea to seek opportunities to spy on a higher realm of cultivation.

　　Now that he has returned, he is already at the seventh level of the Divine Palace Realm.

　　It is only one step away from the eighth level of the Shrine Realm.

　　"I went to sea to practice for a thousand years, what major event happened in the sect?"

　　A hall master knelt forward and bowed his hands to report: "The sect has developed steadily for thousands of years, and no major incident has happened."

　　The blood resentment nodded slightly.

　　"Um?"

　　"What about Xueyou others?"

　　The hall master was suddenly shocked.

　　Eyes flickering.

　　"Vice Sect Master he..."

　　Sensing that something was wrong with this Hall Master, a coercion erupted from his bloody resentment, pressing directly on the Hall Master.

　　The imposing manner of the seventh level of the shrine was so mighty that the hall master couldn't lift his head.

　　"Say... how about Xueyou!"

　　The hall master couldn't stand the pressure, and said vigorously: "The deputy sect master... he was injured a few days ago, and now he is retreating to heal his injuries."

　　"What? Retreat for healing?"

　　The blood rage was furious.

　　The momentum increased even more, so that the hall master vomited blood directly.