Soon, the original matter of Dongfang Qingfeng provoking Lin became Lin challenging Dongfang Qingfeng, and this news was spread by several disciples of the inner sect, and it quickly became a hot thing for the entire sect.

One is a rookie who has just risen, and the other is the strength of the inner disciple ranking twelfth, so the sparks that are about to collide have caused everyone to talk about it.

Of course, except for a few bloody disciples who support Lin, the vast majority of them are not optimistic about Lin, after all, Lin is only the cultivation of an outer disciple, even if he is the first disciple of the outer sect with his strength, what if he is the first disciple of the outer sect? There is still a certain gap compared to the inner disciples, not to mention that Dongfang Qingfeng is the twelfth among all the inner disciples.

Although many inner disciples know that among the inner doors, there is indeed some moisture in the rankings, and many powerful disciples have hidden their strength and have not competed for the ranking list, but these cannot deny the strength of Dongfang Qingfeng, his one-handed overlord spear dance is indeed few opponents, Lin is still too young, and he should not challenge Dongfang Qingfeng.

Of course, many people still made bets in secret, almost no one bought Lin to win, and there were some outer disciples who verbally supported Lin, but secretly bought Dongfang Qingfeng to win.

On this day, in a betting booth, a special person came, he was thin, but he was extremely energetic, took out a handful of broken silver from his arms, and put it together It was not worth a tael or two, and the person in charge of making the bet was not happy to say: "Who is still scarce money now, what kind of spirit stone treasure jade, or rare pill and then press it up, not just take anything to get a piece of the pie!"

The thin man said, "This is all my property, can I press Lin?"

The bettor smiled when he heard this: "Yes, it is not enough for you to press Senior Brother Dongfang, but if you press Lin, I can let you press," and shouted at everyone: "Is there a pressure Lin to win, I will change the odds now, from one to twenty to one to one hundred!"

At this time, everyone's sighs sounded: "It's okay for you to deceive the newcomer, even if you lie to us and lose 200, we won't press, who doesn't know that Lin will lose this time!"

When the thin man heard this, he said again, "Then can I press my sword again?"

The man who made the bet suddenly smiled: "Yes, I can afford to pay as much as you press, don't worry!"

"No, it's all my possessions. The thin man smiled and turned around to leave, when a few people seemed to recognize him, and said to the people around him who were still suppressing: "Isn't that person Erniu?" I remember hearing a senior brother of mine say that his family was very poor and couldn't afford to buy a sword, and in order to have a sword that could practice martial arts, he helped an inner brother wash his clothes for a year before he got one, and he was really willing to press it?"

The surrounding echo sounded: "Who knows, that person has a sick brain, even if he is friends with Lin, he must see the current situation clearly!"

Just when everyone was laughing, another woman came to the side of the press, the woman was not outstanding, dressed as a man and with bronzed skin, and then took out a pill from her arms and handed it over.

After the person who made the bet took it, he looked at it and said with a smile: "The best Hua Yi Dan, the healing elixir, girl, you support Senior Brother Dongfang, right?"

The woman didn't have any expression and said, "I'm pressing!"

When these words came out, everyone next to them secretly screamed, and everyone thought that this woman either didn't care about such a precious pill, or she was just like the person just now, and she had a sick brain. ”

At this time, the happiest person is the person who made the bet, this pill is so precious, she actually won by pressing Lin, it seems that this pill has become her own bag after the two of them have tried, and said with a smile: "Okay, this is the girl's registration, our bet is a hundred to one, if there is anything else you can also press up." ”

The bronze woman said, "No, I don't know if this Lin can win or not, I hope he won't lose too badly!"

"What a weird person, knowing that he will lose and still press!" The people behind them all started talking.

Huang Cong plans to take a look at Erniu before tomorrow's competition, because he doesn't know what will happen tomorrow, if he loses tomorrow, I'm afraid Erniu will gradually become the same as before, being bullied.

Walking in the sect, he felt that today's atmosphere was a little weird, when he became the first disciple of the outer sect before, the other disciples would politely say hello when they saw it, and today these people saw him walking around.

He laughed a few times, disapproving, it seems that these people also do not have a good result for themselves, and they have not yet opened the comparison, so they think that they have lost, with the strength of Dongfang Qingfeng, these people are naturally afraid of having the slightest connection with themselves, and they are afraid of getting into trouble.

In the blink of an eye, Erniu's room arrived, pushed open the door, and the other people living inside all walked out with their eyes low, not as enthusiastic as usual, Huang Cong didn't say anything, and walked to Erniu's side.

Erniu sat alone in the room and pondered, seeing Huang Cong coming, he smiled slightly, before he could speak, Erniu interrupted, smiled confidently, and said, "You will win, won't you?"

A very simple sentence, but like a stone smashed into his heart, if someone else said this, Huang Cong would definitely disagree, looking at Erniu's sincere and clear eyes, at this time, an indescribable feeling came to his heart, and the two were silent in this room.

After a long time, the door was pushed open again, and the people who took the lead were Yang Zong and Shi Xiong, who met in the Spirit Tower, followed by more than a dozen people, Yang Zong said: "Senior Brother Lin, Shi Xiong and I, and these people behind me are all really supporting you, and the reason why we are gathered together now is to cheer up Senior Brother, we people have long looked at those inner disciples as unpleasant, and they usually occupy our resources." ”

Huang Cong smiled and said, "You better stay away from me, if I lose tomorrow, Dongfang Qingfeng will trouble you." ”

Shi Xiong, who had the hottest temper, stood up at this time, his muscles were originally very developed, and at this time there was a wave of anger on his face, and the blood vessels on his body seemed to be about to be squeezed, and said: "Senior Brother Lin, I am a rough person in Shixiong, but I remember that you said something to me, you said that I am a coward, if I hadn't been woken up by you, Senior Brother, maybe now I would not even dare to breathe when I saw Wang Qing, how can I say that Shi Xiong is also a seven-foot man, as long as Senior Brother Lin says a word, even if it is a sword mountain and a sea of fire, I am willing." ”

Because of the statements of the two, everyone behind them seemed to be beaten with chicken blood, although they did not speak, but it can be seen from their eyes that they are all sincere men, and they will never be afraid. ”

At this moment, the last person handed something forward, until it reached Huang Cong's hand, it was a sword, a very ordinary iron sword, Yang Zong said: "This is the sword of Brother Erniu, in order to support Senior Brother Lin, he took everything and pressed you to win, and our people ransomed this sword at a high price when they saw it." ”

After speaking, Huang Cong's hands trembled, as if this ordinary iron sword weighed 10,000 catties, and turned his head to look at Erniu behind him, he still had that expression, as if these things were all as they should be.

The room was quiet, everyone knew that Erniu was the brother that Lin admitted in public, this relationship was not comparable to them, Huang Cong held the sword and moved in the direction of Erniu step by step, until finally hung the sword on the wall with his own hands, and said in a somewhat congested voice: "You I don't want to see this sword next time!"

The words were very short, but he said it very hard, as if a few fish bones were stuck in his throat, Er Niu said jokingly at this time: "I heard that the current odds are one to one hundred, I just want to make some money!"

After speaking, the whole room burst into laughter, and after a long time, Huang Cong said goodbye to everyone, without extra words, without any promises, and without letting everyone wantonly agitate his reputation, borrowing Erniu's words and saying to everyone: "I will win, won't I?"

In a simple sentence, everyone clenched their fists, because it was a belief, a belief that everyone had already believed, "Rin will win, won't he!"

On the way away, Huang Cong has remembered this day forever in his heart, those people, those people's faces, have been deeply portrayed, this day, he has silently made a promise to himself, a promise not to lose, if there is no confidence before, then now it is not a question of whether there is confidence or not, must win, not for themselves, but for those who are willing to believe in their eyes.

Passing by the Internal Affairs Pavilion, I still went in after thinking about it, as before, there was no change in the slightest, there was a mess everywhere, the only thing that changed was that the internal affairs elder did not find a place to sleep early as usual, but sat on a chair and drank tea intently.

"Disciple Huang Lin pays a visit to the Elder of Internal Affairs," Huang Cong said respectfully.

The Elder of Internal Affairs did not have too much expression, and then took another sip of tea, and a spiritual power covered Huang Cong, seeing the Elder of Internal Affairs's actions, he knew that this was an intentional temptation, and the spiritual sense in his mind suddenly burst out with a spiritual power covering away.

The invisible collision of the two spiritual forces led to the files on some shelves around him flying everywhere, and the internal affairs cabinet, which was already chaotic enough, was even more chaotic at this time, and after a long time, Huang Cong still stood on the ground and did not change his color.

The internal affairs elder said: "Very good, I didn't expect you to have such a high level of cultivation in terms of spirituality, although you don't know what your limit is, but I think you are proud enough!"

Huang Cong smiled: "Thank you for the compliment, but I just messed up the files on these shelves, and the disciple felt ashamed." ”

The Elder of Internal Affairs looked a little surprised: "Oh, you are indeed ashamed, so if you usually have time, come to my Internal Affairs Pavilion to help me tidy up." ”

After hearing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Huang Cong's mouth, such a naked hint, it seems that the internal affairs elder does have certain expectations for himself, and believes that in the terrifying old man in front of him, he will definitely be able to learn more martial arts that are useful to him.

The cabinet elder suddenly said with a dark face: "You said that you don't cultivate seriously, why do you want to challenge the inner disciples, you think that you have reached a certain strength, haven't you heard of a layer of cultivation to a level of realm? Young people must not be arrogant or impatient, and cultivate with a primitive heart, so that they can achieve great success." ”

Huang Cong didn't explain anything, because the matter had reached the point where he couldn't retreat, and it seemed that he could only go against the heart of the old man in front of him.

Seeing that he didn't explain anything, the cabinet elder smiled and said: "What's the matter, I feel that I am at a loss, but it is inevitable that young people will be competitive, even if they only cultivate with their hearts, it is difficult to achieve real success, only by constantly groping in the red dust, and slowly honing their own mind, will they perceive what they should be looking for." ”

Huang Cong's completely different martial arts philosophies before and after heard it, but he wanted to ask directly: "Do you support me to fight or oppose me to fight?"

The cabinet elder seemed to see through Huang Cong's thoughts, and said, "I think you should be here today to ask for spiritual cultivation and prepare for tomorrow's martial arts competition, right? As an elder in the sect, I should oppose you doing this, but just like what I said to you before, what I sent is not those papers that record the disciples' sect files, but a person!"