Chapter Seventy-Two, The Final Winner!

"What, did you hear it, this dragon scroll formed by the swing of the giant hammer turned out to be created by himself! Just kidding!" Hearing this, many people looked at Lin Xiang with unbelievable eyes, there is no doubt that he can create his own exercises, such a person's talent can be seen in general! Of course, what Lin Xiang showed was not the 'exercises' that everyone imagined, just a move,

"Nice!

On the main seat, Lin Tianrui looked at Lin Xiang with deep meaning, and said softly: "This kid named Lin Xiang has indeed performed beyond my expectations, according to his own physique, he can create this trick by himself, and his talent alone will not be weaker than any junior in the Lin family!"

"It's a pity, it's just ......"

Immediately, his eyes looked at Lin Xiang a little helplessly, and he shook his head helplessly

Lin Fan's eyes were slightly condensed looking at the tornado formed by this strength, and his heart was even more terrifying, this move was indeed as Lin Xiang said, but it was a move created by Lin Xiang according to his own physique, even if it was not in the stream, but in combination with the most suitable Lin Xiang, it can exert far more power than ordinary exercises, this is the benefit of self-created exercises, it is obvious that such a move can only be used by Lin Xiang, because he is an innate strength.

"Bang!"

Seeing Lin Xiang approaching, Lin Fan suddenly stopped at the foot of the test platform, and then saw that all the afterimages turned into his body, and at the same time, he stepped backwards with one foot, and was imprinted into the ground of the test table.

"Let me try how good this trick of yours really is!"

Lin Fan said lightly, stepping on the trail, his body suddenly disappeared in place, and directly turned into several afterimages and flew out towards Lin Xiang, who was wielding the double hammer.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the heavy rhyme sword in Lin Fan's hand had already slapped down fiercely at Lin Xiang, who seemed to be wrapped in a tornado.

"Click, click, click......"

When the heavy rhyme sword in Lin Fan's hand touched the tornado, a huge rebound suddenly came from the heavy rhyme sword, as if the moment of contact, countless giant hammers continued to bombard the sword body of the heavy rhyme sword, making Lin Fan's hands seem to have a feeling of tearing.

"Bang!", I saw that the black giant sword that had been held by Lin Fan was shaken away,

And Lin Fan also turned into a black shadow and flew out upside down in an instant, and he was about to throw out of the test table, and in this surprise, almost everyone decided that there was one thing, the ending was decided, and Lin Fan lost.

"Is that how you lost!" Lin Fan was a little unwilling in mid-air, although he had never been the first, but he would not easily give the first place to others!

Suddenly, Lin Fan suddenly burst out with a force in his half-space body, forcibly causing his body to spin around in mid-air, falling to the ground suddenly, and then retreating a few steps back again.

"Pure!"

"Meta!"

"Finger!"

A low voice sounded in everyone's ears, and where everyone's eyes were, the black figure with faintly fluctuating clothes was a little uneasy with the fluctuating Yuan Force, whirring, and a finger exuding gold suddenly poked out, and the powerful Yuan Force suddenly turned into a golden pillar of light and rushed towards Lin Xiang!

Chun Yuan refers to the Xuan-level mid-grade exercises, which has always been regarded as one of the compulsory Dharma decisions for the door master, and Lin Fan used this trick in public, coupled with the strange trace step, the meaning of it is naturally unclear, Lin Fan is now a candidate for the next door master of the Lin family!

"Father, I actually passed on this trick to Lin Fan's kid!" Lin Yingqi looked at Lin Fan in the field with some resentment, maybe Lin Yingqi didn't care about the trace steps that Lin Fan showed before, because most of the Lin family's descendants had learned, but at this time, Lin Fan used the 'Pure Yuan Finger', this trick can be said that no one in the Lin family knows this trick except Lin Tianrui!

"I can't imagine that I have waited for so many years, and in the end you want to pass on the position of the master of the door to this kid!Why, why!" Lin Yingqi was unwilling, his hands clenched into fists under his sleeves, his fingertips were deeply embedded in the flesh, he was Lin Fan's second uncle in terms of seniority, and he was now second only to Lin Tianrui in the Lin family in terms of strength, and he had been in charge of the affairs of the Lin family for many years.

But the moment he saw Lin Fan use the Pure Yuan Finger, all this seemed to be not so important, and a wave of hatred rose in Lin Yingqi's heart for some reason!

"Boom!"

The golden pillar of light transformed by the pure yuan finger collided on the tornado formed by Lin Xiang's swing of the double hammer, and the two continued to stir each other, setting off bursts of sparks, and finally after a few breaths, I saw that the golden pillar of light that was still domineering and unabated slammed away the tornado, turned into a huge force, and fell heavily on Lin Xiang's body.

"Poof!"

Lin Xiang only felt a tightness in his chest, his body fell to the ground weakly, but a smile appeared on his face, looking at Lin Fan and said weakly: "You, you won!" The surroundings suddenly darkened, and Lin Xiang fell to the ground weakly!

And looking at Lin Fan, who was fainting, his body shook a few times weakly at this time.

"Lin Fan wins!"

The Great Elder was slightly stunned, then slowly walked to the test table, looked at Lin Xiang, who was already unconscious, and then announced the results of this competition!

Lin Fan supported his body, slowly walked to the middle of the test table, looked around at the layers of crowds around him, formed a fist with one hand, and raised it high in the sky!

Then the audience set off a burst of enthusiastic cheers.

"Hahaha!" Lin Tianrui looked at Lin Fan in the competition room stroking his beard and laughed softly, yes, Fan'er is indeed a little different!

All the competitions of the Lin family, with the official end of this fist, this session of martial arts can be said to be an eye-opener for everyone, far from being able to compare before, especially the last competition, and even become a must-talk thing for Lin Cheng before dinner and tea, of course, in addition to this, and Lin Fan, Lin Qiaoer and the dark horse Lin Xiang who suddenly appeared are the top three in this competition,

Lin Fan naturally obtained a storage bracelet, and would get the quota of the Ling Jian Sect together with the other two, originally Lin Xiang could not get the quota, but on the day the results were announced, the Ling Jian Sect came to the lineage, and indicated that Lin Xiang was qualified enough to join the Ling Jian Sect, and a month later, he went to the Ling Jian Sect with Lin Fan and Lin Qiao'er.

In this way, the matter of the Lin family's martial arts came to an end, Lin Fan did not immerse himself in cultivation all day long as he did before, but tried to spend more time with his father, grandfather, after all, he had been away from the Lin family for half a year, and after a month, he had to leave the Lin family, although he didn't want to leave, but there was no way, he had to become stronger, and his sister was still waiting for him.

This departure may be the real meaning of your departure here, and you will never be able to come back.

Late at night, Lin Fan sat quietly on the high platform of the Lin family as before, looking at the sky full of stars, and the silver-white moonlight sprinkled on every corner of the earth like a light veil, who could know the depression in the heart of such a young man.

"Now is the time!"

The red light of Lin Fan's wrist storage bracelet flashed slightly, and he instantly put away the black giant sword that had never left his back, feeling the instant relaxation of his body, Lin Fan exhaled softly, and stepped on the high platform with one foot, and his body suddenly turned into an afterimage and disappeared into the night, there is no doubt that he put away the heavy rhyme sword, and Lin Fan, who was running the trace step, suddenly became several times faster, and a few flashes, as if he were connected into the night, disappeared.

Not long after, outside the Song family's compound, Lin Fan suddenly appeared in black, under the frowning eyebrows, a pair of eyes faintly exuding a touch of essence, looking at this familiar courtyard from a distance, Lin Fan felt a bitterness in his heart, he had been here more than once,

The Song family has always been in a state of depression since Song Lei fell into a coma for some reason, and the original helmsman is now replaced by Song Qing, the deacon of the Song family, of course, it is clear to everyone that Song Qing is just a puppet of the Zhao family in order to devour the Song family.

Lin Fan looked at this courtyard quietly for a few minutes, then stepped on the ground again, and immediately passed through some of the so-called Song family guards, and fell into the courtyard, the Song family was originally a second-rate family in Lin City, even if some of the guards were mostly just people in the early stage of the Transformation Realm, it was definitely a piece of cake to avoid them with Lin Fan's body method.

Lin Fan followed the Song family in his memory, and kept flashing wave after wave of guards with ease, recalling that he was so sneaky in order to see Song Yu, and a burst of self-deprecation rose helplessly in his heart.

"Get out of the way, I'm going to see my father!"

Suddenly, when Lin Fan passed through a corridor, he only heard a slightly juvenile and immature voice ringing in his ears from a distance, and the familiar voice was Song Shan, Song Yu's only younger brother, hearing this, Lin Fan's eyes were slightly glowing with a faint light, and he once again hid his figure into the darkness, only frowning, revealing a solemn look ahead.

"I'm sorry young master, Master Song Qingmen has ordered, young master can't enter here without permission, please don't be embarrassed!" said the middle-aged man with a helpless look on his face

"Master Song Qingmen!" the young man snorted and said disdainfully: "When did my dog become the owner now!"

Although the sharp words were a bit excessive, everyone present knew that Song Qing was just a deacon of the Song family, and there must be an unknown secret in being able to become the master of the door, and everyone knew about it, but they couldn't speak, after all, they were just small guards, and it was not their turn to fight for power!

"I'm sorry, young master!"

Seeing that there was still no concession, Song Shan could only nod helplessly, and slowly turned around to leave, Song Shan, a young master of a dignified family, now does not even have the right to meet his father, which makes people feel sad when they see this.

"Alas, Young Master Song Shan is really pitiful!" The man in the guard costume looked at Song Shan, who was forced to leave helplessly, and sighed lightly,

"That's right, this Song Qing is really a villain, he stepped on shit luck, and actually climbed to the position of the door master!" another guard followed with an indignant voice

"Shhhhhhh

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