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Spiritual practice is never a simple thing.

Lin Fan has profoundly understood this truth in the past four years.

He knew that the standard for measuring strength was by no means just the level of his own realm, Xiang Tian among the official disciples of the Snow Covering Sect was similar to the Ren family's own realm, so a powerful means was the only measure to distinguish the superior.

It took him five days to calculate the final formula of "Seventy-two Swords Covered with Snow", and then he got a huge and mixed result.

This result did not unsatisfactory to him, because even if the Ren family was extremely flexible, it was difficult to complete all the steps step by step in a short period of time.

This was something that Lin Fan hadn't thought of before, and how to simplify these steps so that the Ren family would be able to do these things had become a difficult problem for him.

For this reason, the evening has become a time to answer questions.

In the face of Lin Fan's gushing questions, Ye Ningshuang's answer was extremely simple but incisive: "Between two points, the straight line is the closest and takes the shortest time, so what you need to do is just brute-force cracking around the straight line." ”

Lin Fan was speechless, and suddenly realized the truth.

After finishing speaking, Ye Ningshuang began to finish eating, and did not ask why Lin Fan asked about these things, because this kind of discussion between the two in the past four years was too ordinary, and it was not worth mentioning.

After breakfast, Lin Fan began a crazy journey of sometimes pondering and sometimes laughing wildly, until the beam of light hit the small courtyard at dusk, and he exhaled a turbid breath.

Then, he wrote a ten-page letter, which naturally contained the answers that Ren Jiahui needed.

It's just that the Ren family will read it all night after receiving this letter.

It was only when the morning dawn broke that he put down the letter, and his fat cheeks were full of indescribable shock.

At first, accepting this deal was the same as Lin Fan's reason for persuading him, he needed to be a dead horse as a live horse doctor once, otherwise he would have no chance of winning against Xiang Tian.

And Lin Fan's time to give the answer was indeed a day late, which made the Ren family, who had no hope, do enough to be ridiculed by his peers after being defeated.

But Lin Fan's letter came belatedly after this psychological construction was completed.

The content of the letter was very complicated, and the various lines and patterns in place made Ren Jiahui completely unaware of its meaning, so he spent two hours speculating about what Lin Fan's lines meant.

And after he understood, he gave birth to an illusion, how could this kind of thing be done by a little blind man, it must be the handiwork of senior sister Ye Ningshuang!

However, the Ren family, who had a one-sided relationship with Ye Ningshuang, would understand what kind of cold person Ye Ningshuang was, how could she care about such a nosy thing?

Is it really the handiwork of the little blind man?

If so, it's too incredible, too incredible.

For this reason, the little fat man Ren Jiahui had to take a deep breath.

He understands what kind of glorious history the Snow Cover Gate has, and he also understands how much "Snow Covered Seventy-two Swords" has gone through by predecessors.

Even if it was just a theoretical crack, it was enough to make Lin Fan's status in his heart rise to the clouds.

The little fat man Ren will decide on this, even if he loses Dabi, the way to solve the theory is not successful. He will also give Lin Fan Spirit Stone.

Because he needs such talents, his family needs them even more!

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The Snow Gate is held three times a year, at the beginning of the year, the middle of the year, and the end of the year.

If a formal disciple wants to become an inner disciple, he needs to pick three kui, which is one of the reasons why the inner disciples of the Snow Covering Sect are so rare.

Today's sky is clear and cloudless, the beginning of the year covered with snow is coming, and the formal disciples who have already been gearing up gathered under the Yanwu Building, and the curtain of fierce battle was completely opened.

Lin Fan also opened the curtains of the hut at the same time, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and after getting dressed neatly, he sneezed, and then felt that his head was a little heavy, I don't know if it was caused by excessive use of his brain recently, but he didn't think much about it, and hurriedly went to prepare breakfast.

Soon, Lin Fan finished his work, and the sumptuous breakfast was delivered to the big house, as usual, at the moment when the wooden chopsticks and the porcelain bowl touched, Ye Ningshuang came to the dining table accurately.

"Today's new year is a big competition, right?" Lin Fan asked as he took a sip of millet porridge.

Ye Ningshuang nodded and wondered, "Why did you start caring about this?"

"I made a deal with the Ren family, if he wins Xiang Tian, I will get a lot of yuan stones, so naturally I have to care about it. ”

Ye Ningshuang raised her eyebrows, but finally nibbled on the steamed bun and did not continue to speak.

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Below the Yanwu Building, a cold wind blew at this time.

Divided into dozens of pairs, the official disciples of the Covered Snow Sect tried their best to fight for the best ranking, but the first to end the battle was naturally Xiang Tian and Ren Jiahui.

The two ended the battle almost at the same time, and then looked at each other from a distance, both seeing the battle intent in each other's eyes!

Dabi continued, and Xiang Tian and Ren Jiahui easily defeated their opponents again respectively, causing a burst of exclamations.

Many disciples who have been eliminated or are not qualified to participate in the big competition have begun to whisper, and the topic is undoubtedly whether the Ren family will be able to succeed in revenge, or whether Xiang Tian will continue to be as strong as ever and climb to the third floor of the snow-covered mountain to become an inner disciple.

And in addition to them, some of the elders and cultivators of the Snow Covering Gate undoubtedly paid the most attention to these two sons, so much so that the other big battles seemed to have been overshadowed.

Lin Fan, who went to the nine-story library to clean after breakfast, was also overshadowed.

He still couldn't read the book he first came into contact with, and in the past four years, he would occasionally come up and look at it, hoping to read the meaning in those lines, because he was an ethereal root after all, and he hoped to find some better way here.

And that tragedy seemed to be subconsciously forgotten by him, but in fact, he practiced so hard, in addition to treating his own illness, he understood that the future of the Snow Gate would definitely not be as calm as it is now, and he didn't expect that he would have the ability to protect Ye Ningshuang in the future, but at least don't drag her back.

However, he used the accumulated four years of knowledge to watch "The Theory of Spiritual Roots" again, but still found nothing.

For this reason, Lin Fan became stubborn, and he began to imprint those lines in his mind with memory, and then imitated and outlined them repeatedly with pen and paper, as if he would not give up if he didn't read some meaning today.

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The big game was played until noon, and the game was more than halfway through.

Except for the absolute strength shown by Ren Jiahui and Xiang Tian, the remaining disciples fought quite fiercely.

It was also noon, and Lin Fan was called down by Sun Deqian to have lunch together.

Lin Fan is accustomed to this kind of treatment, and Sun Deqian seems to have only a friend like Lin Fan, but Lin Fan never talks about cultivation, and Sun Deqian always talks about some cultivation things intentionally or unintentionally, as if to arouse his interest.

After lunch, Lin Fan returned to the nine-story library again, thinking about those lines in his mind, and inexplicably thought that when he analyzed the last sword of "Seventy-two Swords Covered with Snow", he also used lines instead of the trajectory of vitality.

Could it be that these lines are also the trajectory of the vitality?

But the name of this book is "The Theory of Spiritual Roots", and spiritual roots are human talents, what does it have to do with vitality?

While Lin Fan was thinking about these lines, Ren Jiahui was thinking about the lines that Lin Fan gave him.

These lines were the only battle he had today, and he didn't know if he would be able to defeat Xiang Tian, but he was confident that he could do what Lin Fan had outlined.

When he and Xiang Tian ascended to the forbidden ring of the final Dabi without any suspense, there was a dead silence on the second-floor cliff, as if only the cold wind was whistling in his ears.

Dozens of Snow-Covered Sect elders stood up one after another, obviously they had been looking forward to this battle for a long time.

The two stood facing each other, and as a certain elder gently dropped his hand, the handsome Xiang Tian showed the cold water sword in his hand, and only a soft sound came out, and many formal disciples felt a majestic vitality burst out from Xiang Tian's body.

Ren Jiahui, who had fought with Xiang Tian several times, also showed his sword, but his sword was too short and he was too fat, this visual difference suddenly eased the atmosphere of the decisive battle, and some people laughed out loud in the audience.

Ren Jiahui was already used to this kind of laughter, but he still hated this kind of laughter, so a trace of cruelty appeared on his fat cheeks, and he was determined to make these laughter stop abruptly today.

The moment Xiang Tianyuanqi was forced out of his body, the long sword in his hand was densely packed with talismans and swung forward gently.

As soon as it was shot, it was the last form of "Seventy-two Swords Covered with Snow", and it was obviously not intended to give Ren Jiahui any chance.

And Ren Jiahui also seemed to be prepared, when his sword fell in mid-air, his fat body rushed up like a cat, extremely agile.

Only an afterimage flashed in front of people's eyes, and then they subconsciously exclaimed, obviously worried about Ren Jiahui's choice.

The last style of "Seventy-two Swords Covered with Snow" is a sword technique with a huge coverage, and the only way to survive in this sword technique is to stick to yourself and let yourself become a reef to be beaten, as long as it is towering.

The Ren family will choose to sprint, and it seems that the only end is to be destroyed by the sword qi, until his body is scattered and unable to fight again.

It's just that no one knows that there is a little blind man who has calculated the order in which Xiang Tian's sword bursts out of sword qi, as well as the level of strength and weakness.

The short sword in Ren Jiahui's hand slashed through a cold light, first breaking a sword qi, and then his right foot suddenly forced, and his fat body spun in place in an instant, rotating three hundred and sixty degrees like a spinning top.

While dodging several sword qi, the vitality in Ren Jiahui's body was already boiling.

His eyes were full of determination, and the short sword broke through eighteen sword qi in his hand.

This sudden scene made the exclamation in everyone's mouths begin to lengthen, and dozens of elders and teachers were stunned.

At this moment, the Ren family would come to Xiang Tian like a bamboo, which was undoubtedly something that no one could think of.

And Xiang Tian, the opponent of the Ren Family Society, also had a look of surprise in his pupils at this time, and when this color appeared, all the vitality in his body burst out, and the cold water sword buzzed, and the sword qi in front of him condensed into substance, attacking Ren Jia Hui like a tide.

At this time, the Ren family had no way to retreat, his extremely brave steps and short sword faced the difficulties, and the sword qi in front of him was pierced by him, but the clothes were suddenly all torn.

Scars began to appear on the white fat belly, and one after another sword qi outlined his body with blood marks to form a spider web, which looked miserable.

But he came to Xiang Tian, with a weird smile on his face, and his fat and white fleshy body slammed into Xiang Tian's body!

"Boom!"

Xiang Tian, who was completely caught off guard, fell into the ring like a short-term kite.

The exclamation was like Xiang Tiangang's sword momentum surging like a tide, and the fat man Ren Jiahui, who was wearing a pair of white pants but was torn into several rags, stood proudly, completely ignoring the injuries and image on his body, and raised his arms with all his might!

He won!

The little blind man Lin Fan also won!

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