I have three thousand skill trees

Qin Feng didn't know anything about what happened in the main hall of Qingyangzong.

At this moment, Qin Feng is studying the skill space in his mind with great interest.

Qin Feng discovered that the skill tree in the skill space is always in an ethereal and illusory state, and only when the skill tree is about to mature will it appear in the skill space.

Moreover, only when the skill tree is fully mature can the level be judged by color.

In other words, this thing is purely based on lottery. If you have a good character, you can open a gold, platinum or even purple-gold skill tree, but if you have a bad character, you may always be a black iron.

After studying for a long time, Qin Feng suddenly discovered a very serious problem, that is, he may not be able to practice!
Although Qin Feng has not made any attempt in cultivation, Qin Feng somehow has such a feeling.

Fortunately, it's not all bad news. Another skill tree in the skill space has gradually begun to manifest.

"The disciples of the Qingyang Sect are surprised by you, your reputation has been spread, and your emotional value is +1."

"The disciples of the Qingyang Sect have adored you, your reputation has been spread, and your emotional value is +1."

"Gou Changtian, a disciple of the Qingyang Sect, was surprised by you, your reputation has been spread, and your emotion value is +2."

"A disciple of Qingyang Sect..."

Qin Feng, who was studying the skill space with great interest, only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then lines of gold-plated characters flashed past, instantly dominating the entire skill space.

Qin Feng was stunned.

what's the situation?Fantasy live broadcast?Super fire delivery tube?
After a short domination of the screen, Qin Feng found that the popularity in the upper right corner of the skill space had reached [-] points, and it was still increasing.

Qin Feng guessed that it should be Yang Ming and others who spread the news that his descendants of the Yinzong tried the sword of Qingyangzong.

But having said that, this hidden sect is indeed unfathomable, just relying on the name of a hidden sect disciple can make Yang Ming fearful.

After hesitating for a while, Qin Feng decided to start a new skill tree as soon as possible.

The most urgent task is to improve one's own strength as soon as possible.

Although temporarily relying on the name of the Yinzong disciple to fool Yang Ming and the others, this is entirely based on the premise that the two sides have unequal information. This way of appearance allowed Qin Feng to succeed.

But sooner or later, the real sword tester of the hidden sect will challenge the genius disciples of other sects, and at that time, the impostor Qin Feng will be betrayed.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng didn't hesitate anymore, and put all [-] popularity points on the skill tree.

"I don't know if the 1000-plus points of popularity can mature the skill tree." Qin Feng stared at the skill tree without blinking, and Qin Feng secretly looked forward to it.

Soon, the slightly illusory skill tree became solid at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a few breaths, the skill tree was completely manifested.

"Yellow level experience tree, add [-] experience points."

With a thought, a flash of understanding flashed in Qin Feng's eyes, and then a transparent light curtain appeared in front of him.

Host: Qin Feng

Talent: Heart of the Sword

Skills: none

Realm: 01000 (+)

The property panel is very concise and clear at a glance, and the plus sign represents an upgrade.

Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Qin Feng did not choose to upgrade. After all, Qin Feng is still in the state of being "sealed", and this situation cannot be complicated.

After thinking about the current situation and possible changes, Qin Feng took a breath until he was sure that there was nothing wrong.

What happened one after another made Qin Feng a little tired, and when he relaxed at this moment, sleepiness swept over him instantly.

Fortunately, in the Qingyang Sect at this time, Qin Feng didn't have to worry about his own safety, and soon fell asleep on the bed.

………………

The next day, the Golden Crow rose, and the Qingyang Sect, which had been noisy for a long time, ushered in the long-lost tranquility.

The day's plan is in the morning, and this sentence is also applicable in this world.

Qingyangzong is a seventh-rank martial arts sect, and the disciples in the sect practice diligently every morning, or practice fists and kicks, or beat the body, or breathe and meditate when the morning glow is born and the purple energy is coming from the east, so as to achieve twice the result with half the effort Effect.

Therefore, every morning, the Qingyang Sect is already extremely lively.

It's just different from the past, today's Qingyang Sect is a little too quiet. Early in the morning, warriors in twos and threes with dark circles under their eyes quickly got up from the bed, and then hurried towards the Qingyang Sect's martial arts arena .

Among them, warriors with swords are the most numerous, and upon careful observation, they actually accounted for the vast majority.

After a while, the crowd gathered and sat cross-legged around the Martial Arts Field in twos and threes. The Martial Arts Field, which could accommodate two to 3000 people, seemed a bit crowded.

Everyone's eyes are gathered together, or fanaticism, or envy, or jealousy, and so on.

Without exception, they all looked towards a certain figure on the high platform.

When Qin Feng came to the martial arts arena, he was also taken aback by this scene, and suddenly remembered a sketch of a famous comedian he had seen in his previous life.

Crowds of people, gongs and drums blare, firecrackers blared...

Seeing Qin Feng in a daze, Elder Zhu at the side thought Qin Feng was frightened, and said with a complacent expression:

"Well, this is my Qingyang Sect's young talent, Xiang Wu's heart is not inferior to others."

As soon as Elder Zhu finished speaking, a voice of disdain suddenly came from the crowd.

"Zhang Daer, you kid is not a swordsman, what do you make up with a sword."

"One hand, you still have the face to criticize me? Didn't you, a cripple who can't even lift a knife, come here with a sword? If you are sensible, I advise you to go back as soon as possible, lest it will fall into my hands later, Even if you are disabled, I will not let you."

"Hmph, what do you know? After years of research, I found that the way of the sword is not suitable for me at all, so I gave up the sword and practiced the sword a long time ago!"

"When did this happen?"

"yesterday."

"So coincidentally, so am I."

"What are you arguing about? This old man has practiced swordsmanship for more than forty years. His body and sword are in harmony, his form and mind are in harmony. His swordsmanship has already reached the state of perfection. The younger generation will leave quickly. Today is the day when this old man makes a move and becomes famous. "

At this time, an old man who was over eighty years old, holding a long sword upside down, and white beard and hair said frantically, maybe he is getting old, and the hand holding the sword trembled and trembled, scaring the people around him. , Qin Feng was really worried that the old man would stab himself to death.

"My God, isn't this the senior brother from Qingzhufeng? It's really healthy and vigorous at such a young age."

"Senior brother Liu, be careful, don't get excited, and be careful not to lose your waist."

"Little bastard, don't get close to the old man. Let me ask you, where is the sword tester of the Yinzong?"

A voice full of anger sounded, Qin Feng looked sideways slightly, and saw that Senior Brother Liu was about sixty years old, with an old face, white beard and hair, and a slightly stooped figure, like a candle in the wind, who might belch at any time.

"Is this a competition or a match?"

Qin Feng had a black question mark on his face.