Chapter 2： : Sign in Jianqi

As soon as he chose to fuse the Primordial Chaos Sword Body, Qin Feng was surrounded by a beam of light.

"Rumble..."

Then there was a deafening sound in his body.

His expression suddenly became extremely painful, and the bones on his body were cracked, like they were crushed by a boulder.

Then slowly grow up again.

The flesh also seemed to be cut again and again.

"what..."

Qin Feng screamed in pain.

This kind of pain is simply not something that humans can bear.

But fortunately, here is usually off the beaten track, so no one noticed him at all.

Even if he died today, I am afraid that no one will know until Qin Zining visits him next time.

It takes three full hours.

Primal Chaos Sword Body is the thorough fusion with Qin Feng,

He also fainted in pain.

At Ling Chen the next day, he finally woke up.

"Uh..."

After waking up, Qin Feng struggled to get up from the ground and let out a low moan.

is not because it is still in pain, but because the painful memory of last night has not disappeared.

The kind of feeling that makes him unhappy, I am afraid he will never forget it in this life.

"Grass, why didn't you tell me the system, the fusion of this Primordial Chaos sword hurts so much!"

As soon as Qin Feng stood up, he burst into foul language.

At that moment, he felt like he was about to split.

and it cracked continuously for several hours.

is simply better than death.

More importantly, he was unprepared.

"The master didn't ask."

The system replied without emotion.

Qin Feng was speechless.

He shook his head helplessly, and slowly began to get used to this body after fusing the body of the Primordial Chaos Sword.

"not bad..."

After moving his muscles and bones a bit, Qin Feng murmured.

At least he can feel that his physical strength and strength have improved several levels compared to ordinary people.

The change is obvious.

As for the benefits of practicing kendo, he still doesn't feel it for the time being.

"This mountain!"

Suddenly, Qin Feng exclaimed.

When he looked at Gufeng again, he found that he could clearly feel that this mountain exudes a fierce aura, and every tree and tree exudes a special kendo charm.

It's just that this special scene, passing by in a flash, makes the entire mountain extremely ordinary again.

But Qin Feng was sure that what he saw at that moment just now was definitely not an illusion.

He is the sword body of Primordial Chaos, and his perception and understanding of kendo is far superior to others. The kendo will emanating from this mountain is invisible to others, but he can definitely see it.

"It seems that it is not easy here!"

Qin Feng murmured.

He didn't hesitate anymore, and walked straight to the top of Gufeng.

The road on the mountain was completely submerged by thorns, and the vegetation was messy. It seemed that no one had cleared it for a long time. Qin Feng was walking very hard.

And on the top of the mountain, it is even more dilapidated.

is full of weeds. On an ancient tree not far away, a few crows croaked, flapping their wings and flying.

Most of the temples are full of cracks, as if they would collapse at any time.

Only a few palaces are protected by formations, they are still magnificent, but they also exude a desolate atmosphere, no longer majestic.

In these palaces, some are dedicated to the memorial elders of the suzerain, and some are used to store ancient books.

However, those ancient books are not the martial arts and martial arts that are recorded, they are all about the rise and fall of dynasties, anecdotes and secret histories.

As for the remaining palaces, most of them are not full of cracks, as if they would collapse at any time.

"This...where should I live?"

Qin Feng frowned.

The place where the guard lived before has collapsed.

As for the cracked palaces, he didn't dare to live in them, worried that he would accidentally be buried in them while sleeping at night.

felt helpless, he could only slowly search in this large hall to see if he could live in it.

After half a day, he finally found a palace with less cracks.

"Boom! Bang!"

Qin Feng kicked his feet and found that the wall did not move.

can live.

There is no big problem.

Then he broke in and started cleaning the dusty room.

After the busy schedule, night has already fallen.

"By the way, I haven't signed in today."

Suddenly, Qin Feng remembered that he had been in a coma all night. After waking up this morning, he has not signed in yet.

immediately said: "System, sign in at Gufeng."

"Ding! Congratulations to the master, I got a ray of sword energy."

The system mechanical prompt sounds.

"Sword Qi? What's the use of this stuff?"

Qin Feng frowned.

"Sword Qi is useless to others, but the master is the sword body of Primordial Chaos.

And everything in the world starts from chaos.

The master can directly absorb the sword energy and turn it into his own cultivation base, and at the same time, it has the effect of tempering the body. "

the system reminded.

"Can absorb sword energy to improve cultivation and temper the body?"

Qin Feng was surprised.

At the same time, I feel joy in my heart.

When he was cleaning up just now, he was still thinking about it. Although his physique is special and powerful, the training resources he needs are much higher than those of the same level.

The aura here is so thin, if there is no way to get training resources, then it will be too troublesome to raise the realm.

I didn't expect that the sword energy signed here could be directly absorbed by him to improve his realm.

"By the way, will the process hurt?"

Qin Feng suddenly remembered something, and cautiously asked the system.

"It hurts at first."

The system mechanically replied: "However, the master will endure it and it will pass. After the pain is over, it will be very comfortable."

Qin Feng nodded thoughtfully.

"唰..."

He then took out the wisp of sword energy.

A fierce breath burst out suddenly.

The walls were suddenly covered with sword marks.

The same is true on the beam.

His face changed a lot, and he hurried out of the room.

"Boom..."

But it was too late. As soon as his front foot went out, the house on the back foot had collapsed.

Looking at the house after looking for it for a long time and cleaning it for a long time, it just collapsed. At this moment, Qin Feng's heart was galloping.

"Grass!"

In the end, a plant perfectly expressed his mood.

One day is equivalent to not doing anything.

"Forget it, let's absorb this ray of sword energy first!"

shook his head, Qin Feng said helplessly.

He didn't dare to stay between these halls anymore, if something happened while practicing, he would just be killed.

Qin Feng spent a long time on the top of the mountain, found a cliff in a good location, and sat cross-legged here.

He held the wisp of sword energy in his lower abdomen with both hands, and then began to practice.

"Om..."

As Qin Feng practiced, the ray of sword energy began to tremble slightly.

It slowly shattered and turned into smaller strands of sword aura, like mist, slowly drifting into Qin Feng's body.

There were no trees around, but the flowers and plants on the ground couldn't bear the tiny sword light, and they were cut off.

"Uh..."

The subtle sword energy entered his body, and Qin Feng suddenly groaned in pain.

This feeling is not good.

His whole body feels violently pierced by countless silver needles.

includes meridians.

seems to have a sharp sword, flowing in one's own meridians.

However, compared with the pain that made Qin Feng dying and ecstatic yesterday, he can still bear this kind of pain.

And as the system says.

After Jian Qi entered his body.

The passing of a short period of pain is a kind of hearty refreshment.

This is because after those sword qi wandered through the meridians for a while, they were refined into spiritual qi by his body.

"Ten years..."

Qin Feng couldn't help sighing in his heart.

After entering the cultivation world for ten years, he finally absorbed the aura.

It is like a clear stream pouring into a desert that has been dry for a thousand years.

This is simply a long drought and rain, widows meet...