(Hee-hee-hee, if you have any opinions, you can tell me about the sand fish.) ）

"He Xing, here!"

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, but I saw that He Xing was on crutches, shaking step by step, and walked secretly, and came to the elders of the White Dragon Pavilion with difficulty.

At this time, He Xing was wrapped in circles of gauze in many places all over his body, and the heartthrob and handsome son in the past were now more like a lost dog.

In addition to a hint of wanting to laugh, many outer disciples couldn't help but scratch their heads, this He Xing has always had the title of the first in the outer door, and the strength is not much to say, there are few opponents in the outer door, and those who can maim it since then are probably at least the level of the inner disciples.

At the beginning, He Zhongjun, who was sitting idly in the chair, saw that his precious grandson was actually injured like this, and he didn't care about his face as an elder, so he actually came directly to him and asked He Xing: "Good grandson, who hurt you so far, tell grandpa, grandpa will not spare him!"

"Grandpa, I was going to ask my fellow disciples for advice last night, but I undoubtedly knew some of his secrets, so he attacked and killed him. If it weren't for my skills, I'm afraid my grandfather wouldn't be able to see me anymore. ”

He Xing said this, and at the same time wiped his nose with tears, everyone began to believe it when they saw it, but Lin Fan knew that He Xing was clearly lying!

"Who is it?"

After the corners of He Xing's mouth quickly and secretly raised a smug evil smile, he cried and mourned, and pointed at Lin Fan with a dignified face weakly, and said, "It's Lin Fan!"

What!? It's Lin Fan! It's actually Lin Fan!!

"How is this possible?"

"Lin Fan actually won He Xing, it's really not easy!"

"I wonder what Elder Ho will do about this?"

......

The disciples watching the play in the audience were very interested in this kind of thing, Lin Fan, who had just become a disciple of the outer sect from a medicine boy, was able to hurt He Xing, who was the first in the outer gate, like this, there is no doubt that the outer gate is the first now, but in the face of such a potential talent and avenging his own grandson, how would Elder He choose?

"Hahaha, it turned out to be you, a little bastard, who dared to hurt my beloved grandson!" As soon as the words fell, Lin Fan only felt like he was in a crater, and the scorching wave of qi rushed towards him as if he had gone crazy, mixed with a little murderous aura in the heat wave, like a knife, cutting Lin Fan's whole body.

He Zhongjun actually wanted to kill Lin Fan!?

"Thief!"

He Zhongjun had the strength of the late stage of the Condensation Realm, and the monstrous momentum released was something that Lin Fan could compete with a small junior refining qi, and he pressed Lin Fan to the ground in just an instant, unable to move.

"Uh......" Under this coercion, Lin Fan couldn't even do the most basic thing of speaking, and the only thing he could do was to look at He Zhongjun unwillingly with the extreme killing intent in his eyes!

"Elder He, I'm afraid it's not okay for you to do this?" Another old man's voice sounded, and a true qi with a slow power surrounded Lin Fan, ejecting the coercion exuded by He Zhongjun.

Seeing this, He Zhongjun naturally knew who made the move, except that the old thing couldn't get along with him, who would stop him, turned around and said lightly: "Old man Bai, why did you stop me?"

Bai Zhen stood up and replied, "The old man stopped you from killing my White Dragon Pavilion by mistake, shouldn't this be? ”

"Hahaha...... Ridiculous! This son secretly attacked the old man's good grandson, and he is even more of a killer, and he is definitely not a righteous person! The old man is getting rid of him now because he is destroying the future troubles of his own family!" He Zhongjun slammed his left sleeve and said angrily.

"Old man He, you really know how to say......" Bai Zhen is obviously not as good at arguing as the Chinese army, and the other elders are not easy to participate, they only "sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight", and Long Tianqing, the master of the White Dragon Pavilion, is also silent!

"Huh. Elder He, isn't this fellow disciple very advocating it in our White Dragon Pavilion? Your grandson is not as good as others, how can he blame me? He Xing said that I attacked him secretly, which is also his side. Besides, I'm not arrogant, with my strength, how can I disdain a sneak attack, and fight him head-on, what can I fear Lin Fan!"

Lin Fan, who strongly supported his body from the ground, puffed up his chest, with a great arrogance, neither humble nor arrogant, and did not take half a step back in front of He Zhongjun's momentum.

"Little thief, no matter how clever you argue today, you will not be able to escape the punishment of the door rules!" He Zhongjun's momentum did not decrease, but multiplied, and with a muffled snort, a beam of spiritual power was already attacking Lin Fan!

"Old man He, you really don't know shame!" Bai Zhen naturally didn't sit idly by, his body moved, and he stood in front of Ye Qing, and with a wave of his right hand, the spiritual power beam turned into nothing!

"Old man He, this kid today, the old man, I am really sure of it! If you attack him again, don't blame the old man for being rude! Hmph!"

"You ......" He Zhongjun has always paid attention to the gift of identity, and the difference between respect and inferiority, if he fights with Bai Zhen in front of all the disciples, he may lose face, and from He Xing's words, he also knows that Lin Fan still has a crime!

Thinking of this, He Zhongjun smiled and said: "Old man Bai, even if he hurt my grandson, it seems that my grandson seems to have something else to say." As he spoke, He Zhongjun looked at He Xing, nodded slightly, and signaled He Xing.

He Xing said slowly: "He Lin Fan stole the Hidden Book Pavilion martial arts, last night I fought with him, and found that he used more than three exercises, among which there are many other mental methods, let me ask you who have just become a disciple of the outer sect, how can there be so many peerless learning?"

Hearing what He Xing said, all the disciples in the audience also discussed it abruptly, Lin Fan's results in the past few days were indeed a bit unbelievable, and the few people who fought against him were all defeated by Lin Fan because Lin Fan saw through the flaws in his moves. If it is said that Lin Fan is so experienced that he may still say the past, but the former has just become an outer disciple and can do this not long ago, I am afraid that the world will not be able to find another one.

Looking around, Lin Fan knew that this time the matter was not trivial, if he was not good at dealing with it, he was afraid of his life!

"Lin Fan, can you admit that you stole the martial arts of the Hidden Martial Pavilion?" Long Tianqing, the pavilion master who had not spoken for a long time, said coldly, if the young man in front of him who he was optimistic about was actually a thief, then Long Tianqing's pavilion master for decades was afraid that he would be in vain.

"Back to the Pavilion Master, the disciple didn't steal! The disciple has only been an outer disciple for more than three days, and the only thing he is best at is "Whirlwind Legs". ”

Seeing that the pavilion master personally asked, Bai Zhen and He Zhongjun did not participate, and only stood aside, whether this Lin Fan would be severely punished by the door rules or not only depends on his creation!

"Oh!?, but you clearly know that there are many low- and middle-level martial arts techniques in my White Dragon Pavilion, if you don't know them by heart, how can you find this method of cracking them one by one." The old man wants to see what you say!"

Wen Bai and Wen Zhu, the two brothers and sisters, watched Lin Fan fall into danger, and they were also very anxious, silently begging not to have the worst result, and whispered in their mouths: "Lin Fan, you don't have anything to do!"

Lin Fan first bowed respectfully to Long Tianqing, and slowly spoke: "These are all written down by me in the Hidden Martial Pavilion, and the method of cracking it is naturally derived in these games. ”

Hearing this, He Zhongjun was furious and scolded: "Ridiculous! The time for the outer disciples to enter the Tibetan Martial Pavilion is so short, how can you memorize so many exercises and martial arts!"

"Can't I have a high memory?" Lin Fan said.

A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and He Zhongjun's figure instantly bypassed Long Tianqing and came to Lin Fan, with a wave of his palm, he hit Lin Fan's face hard!

Syllable!

"Son, dare to talk to me like this!"

Being slapped by He Zhongjun from the stage of martial arts, Lin Fan felt a hot pain on his face, and a strange spiritual power flowed from the palm print, taking the opportunity to drill into Lin Fan's body. At the same time, this slap also made Lin Fan's qi and blood surge non-stop, and the spiritual power in his body was instantly disordered, and the strength of the Condensation Realm was really terrifying!

Wiping away the blood from the corners of his mouth, Lin Fan said to Long Tianqing: "What Disciple Lin Fan said is true! If you don't believe it, you can check it!"

"Oh!?" Long Tianqing stroked his beard and said lightly: "Okay! Come on, take my token to the Zangwu Pavilion and take out a copy of the Yellow Order Advanced Exercises, I want to see if what this son said is true or false." ”

Several disciples in different clothes jumped up, knelt in front of Long Tianqing, and went to the Zangwu Pavilion with the head token.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, the sky was nearly dusk, and the rays of the setting sun passed through the cracks in the mountains, shining on the faces of the outer disciples on the martial platform, and each of them had excitement and worry written on their faces, and even a trace of nervousness. For them, this "contest" between disciples and elders was really much more interesting than cultivation!

"Pavilion Master, this is the Yellow Rank Advanced Technique-'Qingfeng Sword Technique'. ”

Long Tianqing glanced at it and said to Lin Fan: "Lin Fan, I will give you three hours, if you can remember this martial art word for word, it will be enough to prove that you are not what Elder He said." How?"

Lin Fan clenched his fists and replied, "Pavilion Master, it doesn't take three hours, it only takes one hour!"

After hearing what Lin Fan said, there was an uproar in the martial arts field, most of them laughed at Lin Fan for not measuring his own strength and grandstanding, but there were also a small number of people who believed in Lin Fan, Wen Bai and Wen Zhu were among them. And He Zhongjun on the stage obviously didn't believe it, and scoffed at Lin Fan's behavior, in his opinion, Lin Fan was already dead.

"Okay, let's get started!"

Long Tianqing said, Lin Fan opened the ancient book with lace, this is one of the most powerful martial arts that a disciple of the outer sect can practice, compared with the low-level exercises of the Yellow Order, the content is more obscure, and at the same time, the mantra and heart method are also doubled, if the average person wants to complete the task of memorizing this exercise in an hour, it is undoubtedly the same as ascending to the sky, but Lin Fan is different, there are two hooks of jade writing wheels, and this dead book is simply a piece of cake!

"The aura passes through the Xuanmen, and the breeze ......comes from Xu" As Lin Fan meditated, flipping through one article after another, the black clothes had arrived, the sky was full of stars, and a bright moonlight shone on Lin Fan, who was sitting on the martial arts field.

He Zhongjun stared at the funnel used to time the time, saw that the last bit of sand had fallen, got up suddenly, and shouted: "The time has come, Lin Fan, I don't know if you have finished reciting?"

As soon as He Zhongjun's voice fell, Lin Fan closed the ancient martial arts book and replied, "The disciple has already memorized it." ”

"Lin Fan, this is what you said, as long as you make a mistake in one word, the old man should deal with you strictly! Hmph!" He Zhongjun said to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan ignored He Zhongjun, and after exchanging the secret technique, he cleared his throat, held his head high, stepped on broken steps, and began to recite the "Qingfeng Sword Technique".

"The aura passes through the Xuanmen, the breeze comes from Xu, a sword rides the wind, and the air shadow passes through a thousand mountains............ The white rainbow runs through the sun, and there is a phoenix to come............ Metaphysical sword, no one ...... in ancient times"

Lin Fan memorized word by word, without a pause during the period, without a single mistake, in one go, such a superb memory really made the disciples of the White Dragon Pavilion envious!

"This ...... Lin Fan's memory...... That's ...... It's extraordinary!"

"yes, yes. If I had such a memory...... It's just fine......"

“......”

Under the martial arts arena, all the disciples were talking wildly, both the elders and the disciples were surprised by Lin Fan's performance, and these people naturally did not include He Zhongjun and He Xing.

He Xing stared at Lin Fan fiercely, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Lin Fan, I will never let go of your ......"

He Zhongjun's expression at this time was not much better than He Xing's, his face was already pale with anger, he originally expected that after Lin Fan's back was wrong, he immediately took action to abolish it, but the balance of victory in the situation in front of him had already tilted towards Lin Fan.