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After Qin Feng returned to his room, he continued to frown. It wasn't that he wasn't satisfied, but rather that he felt that he wasn't enough now, and was trying to make up for it. The first was defense. He didn't want to just learn how to use a shield like in the past. In that case, once his attack reached a certain degree, he would have no way to fight back. He wanted to find a movement technique or a way to instantly evade it. Then, he would attack. Qin Feng planned to train a low level attack method to a certain level on the eve of the Large Competition. He believed that he would also gain something from it.

Qin Feng was gloomy, and the Large Competition was nearing. Qin Feng decided to first practice a low level technique, and he chose only one, and in the end, Qin Feng chose the Earth Spike Technique. It was very simple, but it was very hard to guard against, and what Qin Feng needed to do now was to face a rock and use earth-attributed True Essence in his body to control the ground to become a hard spike that pierced towards the rock. Qin Feng would be able to do it skillfully in a few hours, but Qin Feng wasn't satisfied. Right now, he could only control four or five spikes, and what Qin Feng needed to do was dozens, hundreds, or even thousands. Qin Feng thought madly, "Indeed, it's quite powerful to reach large success in low level techniques, but there aren't many people who can actually do it because the training process is simple and tiring." However, Qin Feng could do it. Don't forget, Qin Feng was a historian back then. He could do many boring things, let alone this.

From then on, Qin Feng cultivated without rest, and with just this one action, Qin Feng had to do it tens of thousands of times a day. His Quintessential Essence was empty, and Qin Feng started to cultivate again, and with this repeated practice, Qin Feng's cultivation reached a bottleneck with eighteen earth spikes, which made him feel like he could no longer improve. Qin Feng decided to test out his power. After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Qin Feng arrived at the bamboo garden. Qin Feng looked at the unswerving bamboo patting his bag of holding and fished out a handful of dust. The reason why Qin Feng took the bamboo as a test was because the bamboo had another characteristic: being gentle, being gentle, being tough, and so forth.

Qin Feng raised a handful of dust, and with a wave of his right hand, he saw five or six spikes congealing into dust that flew out like bamboo. The dust flew out like bamboo, but just as the spikes were about to pierce through the bamboo, another five or six spikes drilled out from the ground. At this time, Qin Feng quickly pulled out his spear and shot five or six at the same time.

Qin Feng was slightly out of breath after performing these continuous movements. He leaned against the bamboo and rested. The bamboo was very soft, so it was very comfortable to lean on. Qin Feng suddenly thought of something and turned around and punched the bamboo. The punch was strong enough to punch through an ox, but the bamboo only swayed slightly with the punch.

"So that's how it is." Qin Feng thought about something and sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed. Two hours had passed, but Qin Feng still hadn't moved. Four hours had passed, but Qin Feng still hadn't moved, and the cool wind gently caressed Qin Feng's hair like an intimate lover. At this time, Qin Feng gently swayed as if he were dodging something. The wind was still blowing, but at this time, it was still slightly violent as it blew against Qin Feng's head, causing his hair to fly about. Qin Feng's swaying became more violent, his legs seemed to be moving, but it seemed to be moving slowly, but at the same time, his speed became faster and his legs moved slower. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and if someone saw him, they would be shocked to the point that they would lose their tongues, because at this time, Qin Feng was actually moving at the same pace as the wind.

If there was a mortal here, they might have been knocked to the ground. Strangely, however, there was a figure moving in the wind with an unimaginable rhythm, so that even his hair wasn't blown back.

The wind calmed down and everything returned to normal. Qin Feng also stopped. Suddenly, a laugh came from his mouth: "Hahahahaha, just call it dancing around like mad."

That's right, in just one day, Qin Feng figured out a movement technique that belonged to him. It might not be perfect, but it was a movement technique that belonged to Qin Feng and danced in the wind.

The Large Competition was about 20 days away. Qin Feng decided that he needed to master his movement technique to perfection, so he found an excellent place, the Rain Valley. This Rain Valley was merely a scenic spot within the sect. Due to the terrain, it rained all year round, so it was called the Rain Valley. Qin Feng went. On the first day, Qin Feng left wearing a long robe and came back looking like he was drenched in sweat. On the second day, Qin Feng still dressed neatly and returned, but he wasn't in a sorry state. A few days later, in the Rain Valley, he saw a young man wearing a long shirt walking in the rain. This wasn't an exaggeration. Qin Feng had found the rhythm of the rain and finally reached a bottleneck in his dance with the wind. At this time, there were only two days left before the Large Competition.

It was early in the morning when Qin Feng arrived at Bean's room. He saw a serious little bean sitting upright and cultivating. Qin Feng was stunned. The serious little bean looked a bit like an adult. After the time it took to make a cup of tea, Little Bean breathed a sigh of relief and saw Qin Feng.

"Big Brother Qin Feng, you came. Little Bean hasn't come to see you in the past few days, don't you blame me?" With a silly smile, Little Bean said, "How could that be? I've brought you something." Qin Feng stroked Little Bean's head.

"What, what is that?" Little Bean looked up, puzzled.

"It's this." Qin Feng spilled a few round items from his hands: "Thank you Big Brother Qin Feng, I'll take it." "You didn't even ask what it was, you just ?" Qin Feng was a bit depressed. "The things Big Brother Qin Feng gave me must be good stuff," Little Bean said with a straight face. Qin Feng felt a wave of gratitude. Perhaps this was trust? To be able to gain the trust of others was a type of happiness. Then, Qin Feng told Little Bean how to use the grenade, chattered a bit more, and went back to his room.

Everyone was looking forward to the Large Competition. The Large Competition represented honor, and it was time for Qin Feng to prove a bit.