Now Ding Lin feels indescribably comfortable all over his body, because after three months of retreat, he has finally reached the innate realm. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With the ensuing changes, Ding Lin found that his physical functions were stronger, his mental state was much better, and he seemed to be a lot younger, from his early thirties to his twenty-seven or eighteen, which was also an unexpected joy.

"Master, are you out of the customs?" Seeing Ding Lin come out, Sijian Yu said happily.

"Well, it's out, have there been any major events recently?" Ding Lin asked.

"There is nothing big happening, oh, by the way, if you want to talk about big things, there is indeed a big thing, the Xixia Kingdom sent an invitation to invite the head of the family to Xixia, saying that the princess of Xixia chose a horse." Mei Jian said.

"yes, I see." Ding Lin nodded, looking unfathomable.

In fact, Ding Lin scolded Li Qiushui eight times in his heart, you must know that the princess over there in Xixia is Li Qiushui's granddaughter, it is estimated that the selection of the horse is just a disguise, and it is true to recruit him, and then you can get closer to the relationship between the two through the relationship of in-laws, and then press Tianshan Tong's grandmother.

Ding Lin rubbed his head, now Tianshan Tong and Li Qiushui had promised him not to fight and kill, but they began to compete from other aspects, and this trend was also getting more and more intense, and it actually burned the flames of war on him.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Tianshan Tong's grandmother to find Ding Lin.

"Senior nephew, do you know the invitation from Xixia?" Tianshan Tong said.

"Well, I already know, but this matter is not in a hurry, didn't the Shaolin Temple also invite us, I plan to go to Shaolin first." Ding Lin said.

"That's right, I think Li Qiushui is trying to harm you, just don't go." Tianshan Tong said.

"Senior sister, it's not a good habit to say bad things about people behind your back!" Li Qiushui also walked in.

"Senior sister, do you dare to say that you don't have any purpose in it?" Tianshan Tong said-for-tat.

"What is my purpose, the people of Xixia chose a horse, and the head of the family did not marry, so naturally I want to go." Li Qiushui said.

"You ......"

"Okay, uncle and uncle, they are all so old, and they are still arguing, and they are not afraid of other people's jokes." Ding Lin interrupted the argument between the two.

"This time Shaolin sent an invitation, saying that it was an invitation to invite us to participate in the martial arts conference, I must go to see it, you must know that now the free faction is back in the mountain, and it needs to be famous." Ding Lin said.

Of course, Ding Lin's other purpose was not said, that is, to go to Shaolin Temple to find the nameless old monk to compete, as long as he wins, he can return to reality, if he doesn't win the old monk, I'm afraid he won't be able to return in this life.

"By the way, nephew, some time ago, Qingluo brought her daughter to Ethereal Peak, and there are some martial arts classics collected before, saying that she is back in the Easy Sect, and it seems that she still wants to ask for guilt." Tianshan Tong said.

"It's good to arrange this matter in the Law Enforcement Hall, if the Loose Sect wants to develop and grow, it must be done according to the rules, the sect is not a family." Ding Lin said.

"I see, I'll take care of this." Tianshan Tong's grandmother thought about it, and this is indeed the truth, so she agreed.

"Seeing that the day of the Shaolin Temple Martial Arts Conference is coming, I will set off for Shaolin Temple early tomorrow morning." Ding Lin said.

On June 15th, a lot of forces gathered on Mt. Shaomuro, some of these forces came to participate in the dance forest meeting, and some came to see the excitement, in short, many people came here today.

Ding Lin took advantage of the fact that people were gathered in the front mountain, and he came to the library of Shaolin Temple alone, of course, he did not come here to steal martial arts secrets, but to challenge the sweeping monks.

"Amitabha, Dao Chief, if all the heroes are gathered in the front mountain today, why did you come to this scripture pavilion?" An old monk in a gray cloth robe stopped Ding Lin with a broom.

"The master is the sweeping monk in this scripture pavilion?" Ding Lin didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"The poor monk is the sweeping monk of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!" The sweeper said.

"That's right, Poor Dao came here to find the master, hoping to have a discussion with the master." Ding Lin said.

"The poor monk is just a sweeping monk, and if the donor wants to learn from him, he can go to the masters of the front yard!" The sweeper refused.

Ding Lin looked at him and shook his head and didn't speak, obviously, he still had some disdain for those so-called masters in the front yard.

"Master, there is a last resort reason for the poor road, please ask the master to fight with me once." Ding Lin said.

"Offended!" Seeing that the sweeping monk was still indifferent, Ding Lin stepped on Ling Bo and rushed towards the sweeping monk.

Seeing this, the sweeping monk also knew that he couldn't avoid this fight today, so he also began to meet the enemy.

These two people fought back and forth for hundreds of rounds, from morning to afternoon, and from afternoon to evening, which attracted many monks from Shaolin Temple to watch the battle, but no one dared to participate, because the combat effectiveness of the two people was too strong.

The next morning, Ding Lin and the sweeping monk stood up again, which was the end of the competition.

"Amitabha, the Tao is good at kung fu, and the poor monk is not as good!" The sweeper said.

"Thank you to the master for his success, the poor road is lucky to have half a trick left." Ding Lin said, obviously he also recognized the strength of the sweeping monk.

"I thought that only a poor monk in this world had touched this realm, but I didn't expect that the Taoist had already touched it, and it seemed to be stronger than I understood." The sweeper said.

"The poor road has just been comprehended, and it is still being perfected." Ding Lin said.

"Amitabha, the poor monk admires, this is some of the experience of the poor monk, I hope to help the Taoist." The sweeping monk took out a booklet from his bosom and said.

"The master is slow, the so-called reactive power is not punished, the master should take it back." Ding Lin refused.

Ding Lin knows that there is no free lunch in the world, even if the sweeping monk has the affinity, he must speak clearly, otherwise it will be a trouble in the future.

"The poor monk has little time, and he must help Shaolin once within his ability." The sweeper said.

"Anyway, if you owe the master a favor today, you will help Shaolin once in the future." Ding Lin thought for a while and said.

"Now that the matter here is over, Poor Dao has taken his leave." After speaking, Ding Lin walked towards the outside of the Shaolin Temple.

Now that the three tasks have been completed, and he must return within 24 hours, Ding Lin has nothing to worry about here, so he found a place where no one is there and chooses to return.

"Congratulations on your return from your experience." The first time I returned to the system space, Xuanxuan appeared.

"You should say that I finally came back alive, and the Tianlong World is still very dangerous." Ding Lin said.