The remnant sun is like blood, stretching the figures of several people.

The white-clothed Xiushi held his daughter by the hand and said to Xingchen in front of him: "You can't go back to the Blood Red Hall, why don't you go with me." ”

"Nope." Stardust shook his head, his originally bright eyes looking a little dim.

"You're an orphan and don't have a home, but I'm very generous enough to let you come to my house." Tian Yun'er was generous.

"Nope." Stardust shook his head stubbornly.

"Hey, you're not cute at all, do you just say 'no'?" Tian Yun'er pouted, looking displeased.

Stardust teamed up with others to plot against Lin Feng, which already made her very unhappy.

"Okay, goodbye." The white-clothed Xiushi pondered for a moment, said lightly, and secretly pulled his daughter's hand, signaling her to stop.

Xingchen clenched his fists, glanced back at Mo Cheng, and said in his heart: "Goodbye, Lin Feng." ”

He knew in his heart that it was Lin Feng who let him go at that time, otherwise he would have died in the Divine Crane Gate.

He turned and waved away without looking back. The afterglow is reflected, and his figure is dragged by the old man.

Where the future lies, Stardust himself does not know.

He has been a killer for so long, and he has made a lot of enemies, and he has never thought about how to survive without the Blood Red Hall.

However, there is one thing he is very sure of, that is, he must become stronger quickly, and he will have to compete with Lin Feng in the future.

……

The rebuilding of Shenhemen Square began quickly, and everyone, including the disciples of the Lianzong, devoted themselves to it.

A warrior is a warrior, with super action, and the ruins after a great catastrophe were sorted out in less than three days, and rebuilt in less than five days.

After that, they set up a martial arts ring in the shortest possible time to draw an end to this martial arts meeting.

This time, the joint sect will be martial, and because of the demonic way, it has to be hastily interrupted. However, the growth of the disciples was unexpectedly great.

For this group of talented elite teenagers, watching a wonderful battle is better than burying one's head in penance for ten years.

The battle between Lin Feng and the three elders had become a classic in their hearts. It's just that everyone knows that it can't be imitated.

The martial arts ceremony is very simple, but everyone standing in the ring is full of spirit.

They show their opponents the best of themselves and fight for their strengths and weaknesses.

No one cares about the result, everyone just wants to fight, know their weaknesses, and have a good future to target.

Hurry up and become stronger, they all have such a wish, so that they can deal with the demon path that will fight back at any time in the future.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Lin Feng, he is already the number one in everyone's minds.

Lin Feng didn't know anything about it, he had been so busy lately that he didn't even have time to participate in the competition.

Liu Bei suffered a heavy blow, and he looked for suitable spiritual grass everywhere to refine the detoxification pill to help him detoxify.

However, the ordinary detoxification pill could not cope with Liu Bei's injury, and he had to add the Agni Yellow Essence. However, this kind of spirit herb was already difficult to handle, and the refining temperature was demanding, so at this step, Lin Feng was delayed for a full day and a night.

Fortunately, with Xingyue Auction House, coupled with his status as a VIP, everything is simple.

After treating Liu Bei's injuries, Lin Feng immediately began to take care of his own affairs.

He had just lost the Ice Owl Dragon, and he had awakened a new martial spirit, and he had broken through continuously, reaching the seventh order. is even fighting to the death with the snake control Langjun, and he has gained a lot, and it takes too much time to digest.

Therefore, whenever he has free time, he is busy cultivating and comprehending.

in the room.

Bathed in the aura all the time, the majestic spiritual power in Lin Feng's body continued to operate, flowing through the limbs and hundreds of remains, nourishing and strengthening the physical body, making this mortal body more and more refined.

The seventh order of the Martial Master Realm was a brand new world for Lin Feng, and he didn't dare to slack off at all.

The spiritual power has quietly changed in the seventh order, and this subtle change is absolutely imperceptible if it is not extremely talented and extremely delicate.

When Lin Feng noticed this, he meditated day and night. That is the discovery of the essence of power, the pursuit of the true meaning of martial arts.

Lin Feng knew that all of this was in a hurry, and the process from perceiving the change to completely realizing it would be extremely long.

Early in the morning, Lin Feng stepped out of the room and saw Wu Side and Liu Bei, who were pale, gathering at the table to study something.

Lin Feng's divine sense glanced at it and found that it was a war letter, and the person who wrote the war letter was Zang Shuyun.

The unrestrained handwriting reminded him of that gloomy and cold teenager. That's really a genius, different from Zang's book style.

If it weren't for the demon path as a demon moth this time, Zang Shuyun would definitely be able to shine in the martial arts of the Lianzong Society, but it's a pity.

The battle book said that the Zang family would return home in three days, and Zang Shuyun would meet Lin Feng in the early morning of the day after tomorrow to fight in Caixiang Valley.

Lin Feng used his divine sense to finish reading all the battle books, and the two of them were still leaning over to ponder. He coughed, and the two realized that there was someone behind them.

"Wow, little junior brother, you belong to a cat, you walk silently. By the way, look at this ......" Wu Side grabbed the war book on the table.

"Little junior brother, I advise you not to go. This Zang Shuyun is too powerful, and his grandfather is a sword saint. If you win the battle, you will offend people, and if you lose the bad reputation. "Liu Bei is delicate and thoughtful.

Lin Feng smiled faintly: "Don't worry, I have my own measure." ”

"Look, it's still our little junior brother of the Kongyang Sect, that's the benchmark and the role model!" Wu Side gave a thumbs up, and Liu Bei, who was patted on the horse's head, felt blushing.

……

In the northeast area of Mocheng, a huge mansion.

Zhumen deep courtyard, rockery corridor, elegant without losing the atmosphere, here is the Lin family branch house.

In the spacious room, Lin Ziqian was sitting at the table drinking tea.

"Young master, I've inquired about it, that Lin Feng is from Benlei City in the Jinyang Plain." A hunchbacked middle-aged thin man stood in front of him and said respectfully.

"Oh? Jinyang Plain? Lin Ziqian frowned slightly, "Ben Thunder City...... Alright, I see, you go down first. ”

"Yes, young master!" Hunched back and retreated.

"Wait, camel, don't tell anyone about this, especially my eldest brother, and at the same time continue to closely monitor and investigate Lin Feng." Lin Ziqian instructed, "In addition, if you go to the account office to withdraw two months' worth of silver, you will say that I said it, and I will give you the hardship expenses for this time." Also, you've already finished cultivating the first level of the Qing Trivia Technique, right? You can go to the Treasure Pavilion to get the second weight, and I'll write you a note later. ”

"The slave thanked the young master!" The camel bends deeper.

Lin Ziqian waved his hand and sent him back. When the camel was gone, he stood up and strode to the backyard.

There is a building in the backyard that is full of books. The books here have nothing to do with cultivation, they are all so-called idle books—wild histories, legendary biographies, etc.

On weekdays, the hard-working and motivated children of the family have a short life, and those people can't wait to have thirteen hours a day. So they will never come here, only Lin Ziqian is a frequent visitor here.

Push open the door, and the dust lines up in the sunlight, dancing happily. Lin Ziqian stepped in, not touching a little dust.

He wandered in front of a row of bookshelves, occasionally pulling out a copy and flipping through it. From morning to afternoon, I didn't even bother to eat.

"Found it!" He finally found the book in the corner of the bookshelf against the wall - "The Biography of Qianlin".

This was written hundreds of years ago for a historian when he gave a biography to the major families. Because the Lin family has its own historian, this book is listed as a wild history.

It is recorded that about a thousand years ago, a young master of the Lin family ran away from home and took away a heavy treasure of the family at the same time.

According to various clues, the historian believed that the young master of the long house was very likely to have settled in the Jinyang Plain.

"Could it be, it's the Lin family in Benlei City?" Lin Ziqian frowned slightly, and muttered to himself.

(End of chapter)