Thanks to the old man, big brother, blue blue, snail, three books, red dust, tired, pig brother, ZcZ's reward, I always feel that such a thank you seems to be very insincere, but you have to believe that the smoke ring is a disciplined person, in addition to the reward, all the children's shoes should be handed in for the ticket, hey.

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Lin Fan won the top spot in the snow-covered gate competition.

This result was not unexpected by the three thousand outer disciples, but the process of winning the championship was an accident within an accident.

As the "little gentleman" of the outer gate, Lin Fan's strength is obvious to all, but when the Qingfeng sword is unsheathed, people realize that he is even stronger than imagined, much stronger.

6 Jin, who fell on the ring, still had a shouting look one moment, and the next moment his face was like a blank piece of paper.

If it weren't for the sect elder who opened the ring formation in time to protect him, he knew his fate, and he finally understood why the three people in front of him chose to abstain in the face of this sword.

Lin Fan, who had collected the sword, looked calm, but finally understood that it was difficult for the three thousand outer disciples who had such a terrifying sword to calm down.

And the most difficult thing to calm down was Ying Long, Ying Long's face was extremely ugly at this time, but he deliberately lowered his head, but no one noticed his abnormality, and the whole audience naturally focused on Lin Fan.

Suddenly, the cheers and applause of the mountain shook the ground, Lin Fan only felt that his scalp was numb, and his blood was surging, and he unconsciously raised his rough little fist and clenched it fiercely.

This scene is familiar.

Ye Ningshuang stood up with a slightly dull smile, ignored anyone, and under the cheers and the surging crowds, she walked towards the top of the mountain alone, walking in the empty and uninhabited mountain road, her little fists clenched tighter and tighter, she knew that Lin Fan would return to their home soon.

At this time, Lin Fan was thrown high by Chen Yan, Xiang Ming and others, celebrating the victory, in mid-air, he grinned, looking at the white-clothed girl dancing on the mountain road, thinking in his heart that at this time, he urged me to hurry up, can't you live without me?

In Lin Fan's opinion, Ye Ningshuang's act of climbing the mountain alone was urging him to return to the inner gate faster, and Ye Ningshuang did think so, but Lin Fan's thoughts at this time were indeed a little narcissistic.

The narcissistic Lin Fan didn't know how many times he was thrown into the air, while the elders on the mahogany chair covered with snow looked at Zhao Qingshi in unison.

Zhao Qingshi naturally understood the meaning in their eyes, but as soon as the Qingfeng Sword came out, he suddenly remembered a very distant memory, and then unconsciously glanced at Sun Deqian.

Sun Deqian was smirking at Lin Fan at this time, and in Zhao Qingshi's opinion, he was smiling as if he had old paralysis, and saliva was about to flow out of the corners of his mouth.

Lin Fan entered the outer gate is Sun Deqian's mention, Zhao Qingshi naturally knew that Lin Fan had been in Wanshu Pavilion for many years, so he was no longer curious about where Lin Fan learned this sword, but after sorting out his clothes as the head of the Snow Covered Gate, he was ready to announce the final result of this big competition.

As a result, everyone naturally sees in their eyes.

When Lin Fan stood in front of Zhao Qingshi and received a pot of elixir and a blood-red long sword with a scabbard as a reward, he laughed implicitly, and countless disciples behind him began to coax, and the hustle and bustle on the cliff continued until nightfall.

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Jiading Street was very lively tonight, and the chef who was familiar with Lin Fan in the dining room heard that the most gluttonous child on weekdays actually took the big competition, and immediately threw the banquet set up by the sect into the garbage heap out of his own pocket, and set up ten tables of banquets in front of Lin Fan's hut.

After eating this feast, it has reached the third watch.

But Lin Fan, who had not been idle today, was a little tired, and pulled Chen Yan, who was drinking in the circle, back to the old house, and a smell of alcohol suddenly spread.

This is the case with the outer gate after every big competition, everyone will practice for the disciples who are about to leave, and they will also celebrate for the disciples who have won the top three.

And whether it is parting or celebrating, there is naturally no alcohol.

That is to say, the outer disciples have three meals of wine to drink every year, but one day they will become the protagonists of the wine table, or leave, or go up the mountain.

Lin Fan is the protagonist of the mid-year big competition this time, his final destination is to go up the mountain, but it is also a parting.

Chen Yan, who was already unconscious, was thrown on the bed by Lin Fan, and Chen Yan was still shouting with a gesture: "Drink, my brother is Kui, Kui, do you know what Kui means?"

Chen Yan, who sat up with a flutter, put his index finger to his mouth in confusion, and said nervously: "Shhhh ”

As he spoke, he lay down on the bed again, and the sound of snoring came from time to time.

Lin Fan sat quietly at the dinner table that had been wiped and faded, looking at the messy but extraordinarily quiet street outside the window, and shook his head helplessly.

A beam of moonlight hit his still delicate cheek, Lin Fan squinted his eyes and looked at the crescent moon outside the window, and muttered, "A little reluctant." ”

This sentence was naturally said by him to himself, after saying this, Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, turned to look at Chen Yan, and now he was struggling to turn over, so he said, "Chen Yan, I'm leaving tomorrow." ”

Chen Yan, who was in a daze, sat up again, didn't open his eyes, patted his chest, and said extremely proudly: "Lin Fan, Da Bikui, my brother, ha, my brother." ”

Then, without any accident, Chen Yan lay on the bed again.

Lin Fan knew that he was afraid that he would really not be able to communicate with Chen Yan tonight, so he took out a sword and a pot of Dan as a reward for Da Bikui.

The sword is a high-quality sword, made of cold ice, the sword body only leaves the scabbard a little, there is a cold air, obviously the blacksmith who cast this sword also used the best carving technique, inlay formation in it.

Dan is naturally also a high-grade elixir, open the lid plug, a fragrance will fill the old house, linger in front of the nose for a long time, a light smell is more refreshing effect.

But this is not an ordinary refreshing pill after all, this pill is called the Confluence Pill, which can help the vitality in the body quickly condense into the yuan liquid after taking it, so that it can break through the realm, and it is really worth a thousand gold.

But as the old saying goes, medicine is poisonous.

Taking a small amount of pills can have an auxiliary effect, and a large amount of pills are used to pile up the realm, one is harmful to one's body, and the other is that the realm is not stable at all.

Lin Fan hadn't considered using the pill to break through the realm, practice, and practice, so naturally he had to practice in order to gain enlightenment and understanding, but this pill was still okay as a proper aid.

So when Lin Fan began to pack his luggage, he put the pill into the baggage, but the sword was placed on the old table.

After sorting out his luggage, Lin Fan wrote a letter, then lay on the bed, feeling the silence of the moonlight, enjoying the silence of the night and gradually falling asleep.

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There was no word all night, and the next morning's dawn illuminated the misty outer gate of the snow-covered mountain as usual.

There is no hint of a rooster crowing, but many disciples wake up early, and today is the farewell day after the big competition, and we want to send many fellow disciples who are discouraged about the cultivation down the mountain, and we want to send the three winners of the big competition up the mountain.

The stark contrast contained in this farewell is specially designed by the powerful figures in the snow-covered mountain, in order to inspire the disciples to keep forging ahead.

And when Lin Fan, Xiang Ming, and 6 Jin walked up the mountain road, waving goodbye with a smile on their faces against the backdrop of the dawn, Chen Yan, who had drunk too much yesterday, had just woken up.

After waking up, Chen Yan slowly shook his head, then knocked twice again, and finally opened his eyes.

The purpose is a neat bed, but there is no bedding, just like when Lin Fan didn't come half a year ago.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that he was going to send Lin Fan and Xiang Ming up the mountain today, and hurriedly put on his shoes, Chen Yan was about to break out of the door, but when he walked to the door, he saw the sword left by Lin Fan, as well as the paper pressed under the scabbard.

So he stopped, stood at the door and looked at the winding mountain road in the distance, knowing that it was late, he returned to the dining table, removed the sword that countless disciples of the outer sect had dreamed of, and picked up the letter left by Lin Fan.

The handwriting in my heart is very beautiful, and the paper is very neat, just like the person who writes a letter.

Chen Yan concentrated and began to read slowly.

"Chen Yan, I'm going up the mountain, you drank too much last night and vomited three times, I've cleaned it up, remember to drink less in the future." ”

"Well, besides, after I'm gone, you have to keep trying, but you can't be as lazy as I was when I first came. ”

"Now you pick up the mirror, look at your face, and read on. ”

Seeing this, Chen Yan picked up the bronze mirror not far away, looked at himself, and there was no change now, then turned his head to pick up the letter and continued to read.

"You see, there are many fewer freckles on your face, so diligent practice can not only make you powerful, but also make you more handsome. ”

Seeing this, Chen Yan rolled his eyes.

"There's nothing to clean up in the house, I took everything I should have taken away, and left you a sword, haven't you always liked Qingfeng? But Qingfeng was given to me by my master, so naturally I can't give it to you, this sword is not bad, it's a reward for Dabikui, I hope you win the championship at the end of the year, and I will meet you on the mountain road at that time, and we will live in the same room." ”

"Well, by the way, Xiang Ming and I are gone, you have to take care of yourself, that other I remember that you seem to like Zhao Rong quite much, it's okay to talk, don't be shy." ”

Chen Yan's face suddenly turned red, and he didn't know how Lin Fan sensed his thoughts.

"In the end, I guess you won't be able to get up this morning, so don't send it away, practice well, a new day begins!"

After reading the last word in Lin Fan's letter, it was when the sun rose.

A bright light hit Chen Yan's immature cheeks, Chen Yan squinted his eyes and was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath, washed up in the fastest time, and rushed into the food room like a wolf to finish breakfast, and quickly returned to the old courtyard on Jiading Street and began to practice boxing.

When the farewell disciples returned to Lao She, they looked at each other.

Jiading Street watched Chen Yan practicing boxing very seriously, and Mo Yang, who was devoted, inexplicably made people think that he was so similar to Lin Fan a few months ago.

So I had some itchy hands, so I joined in.

Soon the most ordinary scenes of ordinary life appeared on Jiading Street.

A group of teenagers face the rising sun, sweating like rain!

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