Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

After a few more days, Qianqing and Lin Zichu tidied up their messy skirts and looked up.

Lin Zichu shouted: "Senior, pull us up, we are willing to compete."

These days Qianqing and Lin Zichu were trapped in the Field of Remnant Swords, and every day the jujube monkey instigated by old fairy Deng Lin would throw jujubes to them to feed their hunger.If not, the two of them would have starved to death in the past few days of tenderness.

Hearing the shouts of Qian Lin and the other two, after waiting for a while, the old fairy Deng Lin came over leisurely: "You want to come up?"

"Ah."

"I asked you to come up a few days ago, but you didn't come up. Now that you want to come up, the Immortal will let you come up. Isn't it very embarrassing."

Qian Qing listened to his chatter, and said impatiently: "What do you want?"

"Hmph, brat." Elder Deng Lin narrowed his eyes, and gloated at the two juniors far below the sword pool, "You two stay underground! When I'm happy, I'll take you The two of you put it up."

"Old man, don't you want to watch us fight?"

"Bah, two little hairy boys, what's there to see?" Even though he said so, the old fairy Deng Lin had a serious expression on his face. After a while, he stretched out three fingers and said: "...that's all From now on, the two of you will practice my and Lin Caiyun's swordsmanship separately, and after practicing three thousand times, I will put you two up."

"What!" Qianqing asked angrily, "Are you trying to imprison us?"

Elder Deng Lin also seemed to be surprised, why he could come up with such a good condition, he laughed twice, and said: "You two have a little bit of talent, but it's a pity that you are too lazy to waste yourself I still don’t know the talent. The Immortal will send you invisible beasts, take you into the sword pool, and teach you the supreme sword technique—”

The voice changed and became very severe: "It's not because I was kind-hearted and generously donated money to teach the younger generation! I just want to use it to pass the boredom. Hmph, if you two don't listen to me, I'll take you two one by one. What's so difficult about strangling to death?"

As soon as the old fairy Deng Lin finished speaking, the two of Qianlin suddenly heard the sound of water twitching above their heads. After a while, a huge and strong jujube monkey jumped down from above, landed lightly, and stood not far away, dying Staring at the two of them.

In the darkness, the sharp pupils of the jujube monkey were icy green.

Elder Deng Lin said: "This sour jujube monkey is used to watch over you, if you haven't practiced the sword technique three thousand times, don't think about it anymore."

After finishing speaking, he retracted the sound transmission, and the calmness of the past returned to the Canjian forest.

Qian Qing said to Lin Zichu with a headache, "This monk is crazy, it's simply unreasonable."

Lin Zichu responded, and said, "Brother Kuishan must have sent the news of our disappearance back to the Zongmen. The two of us were taken away by him for several days, and there was no news. The Zongmen didn't know whether we were alive or dead, so he led the teacher for no reason. I'm worried."

"That's right, the sect sent me here to inquire about the inheritance of Xianzang. It's not good for us to delay here for so many days."

The two of them only spoke a few words back and forth, aware of the situation they were facing at this time, and fell into deep thought at the same time.

Qianqing sighed and said, "There is no other way."

Lin Zichu nodded and said, "Time is running out, there really is no other way."

Old Immortal Deng Lin has Mahayana cultivation, even if Qian Lin and Qian Lin join forces, they will not be able to forcefully break through from the bottom of this pool of swords.

Qianqing's eyes sparkled, and she said firmly, "It's so difficult to practice swordsmanship three thousand times."

Holding the Taifu Quyan sword in his right hand, he walked towards the open space on the right.

Taifu Quyanjian's embryo is extremely heavy, Qianqing holds it in her hand and swings it to the right, pointing the tip of the sword at the ground.

He said in his mouth: "I will practice three thousand times before leaving here."

Qian Qing wanted to come to think of it, a set of basalt swordsmanship only has more than twenty moves, if the moves are used well, it can be practiced dozens of times in half an hour.

When Qianqing raised the sword, she really didn't think about what kind of concept it is to practice three thousand times.

Because he has never used a sword much.Master Feng Zhaoming was very lenient to him, he considered the upper limit in everything, never talked about 'three thousand times' like this old fairy Deng Lin.

When Qianqing was thinking about practicing Xuanwu swordsmanship for the first time, she still felt that this swordsmanship was very good. It focused on defense and supplemented by attack, and the swordsmanship was meticulous.

While walking, it is as calm as a mountain.

Second time, third time...

After rehearsing more than 20 times, Qian Qing no longer needs to look at the diagrams engraved with sword techniques, as the moves are already familiar by heart.

It's just that although he has memorized the moves, the movements of the moves have not become much smoother.

It's all because Taifu's flame sword is too heavy.

For Qian Qing in the foundation building stage, it was really strenuous for this sword to complete chopping, slashing, stabbing and other movements.His strength is much stronger than that of the monks of the same period, but despite this, after practicing a set of swordsmanship, his forehead is sweating and his arms are sore.

After Qianqing reluctantly rehearsed for more than twenty times, the skirts of his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his arms were trembling.

Seeing this, Lin Zichu stopped and said, "Ah Qing, your sword is too heavy. There are so many swords here, why don't you choose another one."

Qianqing shook her head and remained silent.

The same sword technique of more than [-] strokes, Lin Zichu used the 'Kunqiao Immortal Sword', like a dragon entering the water, how smooth it is to use.

Also during the same time, Qianqing practiced the sword technique more than [-] times, and the speed was getting slower and slower.Lin Zichu practiced for a full thirty times, and behaved calmly.

When rehearsing No.30 six more times, Lin Zichu couldn't help but stop swinging the sword. He paused, put the sword back into the scabbard, and turned to look at Qianqing.

Seeing that Qianqing was covered in sweat, although she tried her best not to open her mouth to breathe, her panting was rapid and her chest heaved violently.

Before reaching the Frozen Forest Wasteland, Qianqing used the Taifu Queyan sword, and couldn't hold it after a dozen moves.Coming here, running around day and night, and often competing with Lin Zichu, her physical fitness and arm strength have improved, so Qianqing can persist until now.

But now it's the limit, his arm is sore as if soaked in vinegar, as if he can't lift it anymore.

The sword also seemed too heavy, and Qianqing didn't make another move for a long time, maintaining a certain movement for a long time.

This time, Lin Zichu didn't mention changing the sword again, he just looked at Qianqing for a while, then drew out the sword again and continued the practice.

Qianqing persisted for a while longer, moving downwards in sequence, making a few moves in a perfunctory manner.It's just that there was too much cold sweat on his palms, and when he raised the sword body upwards, he seemed to be unable to hold the sword, his palms were slippery, and Taifu's Yanjian lost his balance, facing Qianqing's face heavily. up and down.

Qian Qing clenched her teeth, suddenly used the spiritual power in her body, and forcibly grabbed the hilt of the sword with her arms.

A large amount of spiritual energy poured into the two arms, Qian Qing only felt that the two arms were swollen and sore, he shouted loudly, his arms trembled, and continued to practice.

The outline drawn by Jianfeng is not as smooth as before, even a little crooked...

At this moment, the old fairy Deng Lin shouted angrily, and the voice transmission came over, and it fell on Qianqing's ear like a thunderbolt.

"You kid messing around!" Lei Ting seemed to be furious, making Qian Qing's whole body tremble.

"Such a messy swordsmanship is not Xuanwu swordsmanship at all, and such a weak move is not a move created by Ben Shangxian at all."

The voice gritted his teeth, if Old Immortal Deng Lin could go down to the Forest of Broken Swords, he would probably be beaten to the bone.

He roared angrily: "At this level, even if you rehearse [-] times, the Immortal will not let you out."

These few words were like a slap in the face, Qian Qing was kneeling on the ground with one knee, holding the sword in her right hand, and the tip of the sword pierced the ground for support.

His back was straight, his chest seemed to explode, and his cheeks were flushed.

Qianqing was exhausted and ashamed, she turned to the sky and growled unwillingly.

He felt ashamed, because he had found that he cared too much about the number 'three thousand'.

When Elder Deng Lin asked Qianqing to practice three thousand times, he seemed to be mocking and unbelieving.Qianqing thought to herself, I will make you look good.With this kind of mentality, I feel that I have to practice the sword technique three thousand times no matter what.

In fact, as the old fairy Deng Lin said, such an inappropriate swordsmanship, let alone practiced [-] times, even [-] times, what's the use?

Qianqing caressed her right arm with her left hand, and used her spiritual power to soothe the pain in her arm.

He sat cross-legged in the broken sword, silent.

Because of her depressed mood, her eyelids drooped, Qianqing lowered her head deeply, unable to see what expression he had.

Lin Zichu looked at Qianqing for a long time, but in the end he didn't come forward to comfort her.

At a time like this, saying one more comforting word would hurt Qianqing's self-esteem.

Lin Zichu didn't seem to notice it, and continued to practice his sword skills.

It's just that the speed is much slower than before, and the sword is not as brave and fierce as before.

After an unknown amount of time, Qian Qing felt that her arm was not so uncomfortable, and stood up from the ground holding her sword.

He was blushed by the old fairy Deng Lin's words, as if he couldn't stand up anymore.

But Qianqing forcibly endured, overcame the restlessness in her heart, and once again held the sword in her hand.

Taifu Queyan Sword is too heavy for a foundation-builder like Qianqing.

Anyone with a little sense would not choose this sword for practice.But Qianqing never thought of changing this sword and using other swords.

Qianqing took a long breath, and slowly continued to practice the Xuanwu sword technique.

The first time, the second time...

His movements were already slow, but now they became even slower.

This is not because Qian Qing is not familiar with the movements, in fact, he has already silently memorized the sword manual in his mind, and closed his eyes during the rehearsal, only sticking out his consciousness to observe the surroundings.

Gradually, Qianqing memorized the positions of the broken swords stuck in the ground all around, and he withdrew his consciousness again, continuing to reduce outside interference.

The sound of Lin Zichu's sword swing became extremely ear-piercing, Qianqing held her breath, even the sound of Lin Zichu's sword practice was blocked.

very quiet.It was quiet and dark.

Qianqing calmed down and put all her attention on this set of Xuanwu sword techniques.

There is a very strange feeling in my heart, Qianqing clearly only gestured this set of swordsmanship dozens of times, but it seems that she has a close connection with it at this moment.

He already knew the brilliance of this sword technique, and this time he had a deeper understanding.

The mystery is like the stars in the dark night, shining brightly.

Reflected in the dark, it is too obvious and dazzles people's eyes.

Qianqing was completely immersed in Xuanwu swordsmanship, reaching a state of ecstasy, he couldn't even feel the weight of Taifu Queyan sword.

only……

It's just that among the stars, there seems to be some places that are not satisfactory.

Qian Qing frowned, and tilted her head, seemingly puzzled.

Jian Feng, who was supposed to turn left, stopped in place hesitantly.

"Hmph," Old Fairy Deng Lin sat cross-legged on a jujube branch, his anger still lingering, and said ferociously, "The brat finally found out."

"Huh," Qian Qing thought puzzledly, "This Xuanwu Sword Art No. 18, why do you have to turn to the left? Isn't that... giving your waist to the opponent to attack?"