"Brother Lin Fan, Brother Lin Fan......"

In contemplation, a graceful purple figure with a pleasant voice fluttered in, interrupting Lin Fan's thoughts.

The figure jumped slightly, jumped on the bluestone and stood on top of Lin Fan's head.

A small white hand was crossed around his waist, and he lowered his head and looked at him angrily.

"Hmph...... Sure enough, I'm lazy here, come back with me, the master is looking for you in a hurry, I've been looking for you all morning, and your legs are about to break, how do you say to compensate me."

Lin Fan looked up slightly, and a girl in a purple dress came into his eyes.

The girl's face is beautiful and temperamental, her figure is petite but has been concave and convex, a purple dress wraps the delicate body that is still developing, her cunning eyes are bright and smart, and the slightly raised corners of her eyes add a charm to her immature face.

At this time, a snow-white lotus arm revealed a purple long-sleeved fork on the waist, looking a little angry.

After seeing the person who came, he smiled heartily, Lin Fan, who was a person in two lives, was naturally resolute, suppressed the indignation and unhappiness brought to him by the deacon and the high-level of the pavilion master, supported it with one hand, and turned over.

Then he spread his hands, tilted his head and laughed.

"This ...... Ying'er, I'm not an outsider, what compensation do I have, senior brother, I'm really poor and have no long things, no...... I'll have to compensate you myself......".

The girl was still arrogant and slightly angry, but when she heard this, she couldn't help but stiffen, and hurriedly lowered her head, her face full of shyness......

The girl's name is Qiu Ying, 15 years old this year, it is said that she is the distant niece of the owner of the Burial Sword Pavilion, and the family was in trouble when she was 5 years old, so the old servant of the family took her to the Burial Sword Pavilion.

Maybe it's because she is related to the master of the Burial Sword Pavilion, and the hall master and elders in the pavilion have a very good attitude towards her, and they are also very polite to the old servant, and no one disciplines her.

However, in Lin Fan's eyes, those hall masters and elders were not only polite to the two masters and servants, but there was also a hint of awe in their expressions......

And Qiu Ying Xiao Lin Fan is one year old, is Lin Fan's younger sister, when she first arrived at the Burial Sword Pavilion, only Lin Fan was the same age as her in the pavilion, and it coincided with the outbreak of Lin Fan's soul cultivation, so she admired Lin Fan very much, and followed him all day long "Brother Lin Fan, Brother Lin Fan" screaming, like a little heel worm.

At that time, both of them were little children, and they were naughty and mischievous together all day long after practicing.

In addition, there are no relatives around her, so Qiu Ying is naturally very dependent on Lin Fan.

Before the age of 10, whenever she was homesick at night, Qiu Ying often sneaked into Lin Fan's room and slept with him.

Of course, as the two grew up, this kind of thing didn't happen again.

However, Lin Fan's master still mentions this matter occasionally, and uses it to tease the two, which will always make Lin Fan sigh for a while, and Qiu Ying is even more red-faced.

In the end, after a Qiu Ying rampage, the master rubbed half of his beard, Lin Fan covered his reddened ears, and the master and apprentice swore a promise...... never mention this matter again, and the words are called a sincere ......

And when Lin Fan lost power, Qiu Ying's attitude remained the same, and like his master, he firmly believed that Lin Fan would one day leap into Jackie Chan against the current.

Looking down at Qiu Ying's little daughter, Lin Fan sighed in his heart, and his mood was much better.

Just as she was thinking about how to tease her again, Qiu Ying suddenly raised her head and stretched out her hand to grab Lin Fan.

Lin Fan was startled when he saw Qiu Ying's actions, and subconsciously stretched out his hands to hold his head and protect his ears.

Qiu Ying was stunned for a moment, looking at Lin Fan's funny posture, her heart was happy, and then she grabbed one of his arms, turned around and walked towards a path under the bluestone.

"Hmph...... Spare you once, the master has something important to find you, let you go to the Royal Soul Palace to find him, and I will settle accounts with you next time."

Qiu Ying's smart eyes lifted upward, and said with a smile on her little face.

The master Qiu Ying said was actually Lin Fan's master, Qiu Ying did not apprentice in the Burial Sword Pavilion, but she ran behind Lin Fan since she was a child, so naturally, she called the master with Lin Fan.

Of course, Lin Fan's master is also very fond of this quirky little girl.

Lin Fan's expected attack did not come, and he was about to celebrate that his ears had escaped the catastrophe, but Qiu Ying took his hand and rushed forward.

Two figures, one blue and one purple, galloped all the way between the green mountains and green forests.

Looking at the familiar back in front of me, I felt the softness and delicacy in my palm.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Fan's heart was full of warmth......

After losing power, in this entire Burial Sword Pavilion, he will still treat himself so gently, except for the master...... It's just this little girl.

......

On the martial arts field.

At this time, it was still full of people, and the disciples in the pavilion surrounded the ring one by one, and the whistling and shouting continued to come, and the trend of pushing moves on the stage was even more enjoyable.

However, Lin Fan didn't have time to join in the excitement now, at this time he was being dragged by Qiu Ying all the way to gallop, passing through the aisles in the middle of the ring from time to time, passing by those disciples, and walking towards the main peak.

Suddenly, a young man in white in the crowd saw Lin Fan and Qiu Ying, and quickly walked over and flashed in front of the two.

"Yo, isn't this a soul cultivation genius, Senior Brother Lin Fan of the Imperial Soul Palace.

Why, I can't digest the elixir of the Imperial Soul Hall after eating too much, so I'm here for a walk."

The young man in white stopped Lin Fan and the others and sneered.

"The elixirs of the Imperial Soul Hall are all eaten as meals, and it is inevitable that they will not be digested, but they must wander around from time to time, hahaha......."

"You say, if a waste material with a damaged soul has to continue to cultivate the soul, and he eats so many elixirs all day long, and he can't make up for it, will he make up for the damage to his body, and he won't be able to do it in the future."

Just as the young man in white was talking, several more people walked out of the disciples who were watching the excitement, stood behind the young man in white and laughed together.

This man in white is named Lu Junfeng, 21 years old this year, he is also a person with outstanding talents, his strength is quite outstanding, and the strength of the second stage of the Soul Condensation Realm is higher than Lin Fan's one big realm, and it is more than a star and a half strong.

The four halls in the Burial Sword Pavilion all teach disciples in the form of a school, and only a few talented people will be carefully taught by the middle and upper echelons of the hall, and other disciples can only be taught by some elders and deacons in turn.

In this way, Lin Fan's treatment is even more prominent, so there are even more disciples who are jealous of him like this and often find trouble.

And the people behind him also have the same thoughts, and they have always looked at Lu Junfeng as the leader, so of course this opportunity to make a fool of himself can't be missed, so he jumped out at the right time......

Seeing the few people who suddenly blocked the way, Qiu Ying was slightly stunned, and then a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she frowned and shouted coldly, "Get out of the way, good dogs don't get in the way."

Seeing that Qiu Ying was going to stand up for Lin Fan, Lu Junfeng was obviously stunned for a moment, and he was a little overwhelmed.

Qiu Ying's status in the Burial Sword Pavilion is relatively special, and she must not be able to provoke her.

And although Qiu Ying is still a girl, she is already as elegant as the first bloom of the green lotus, and her appearance is gorgeous, and she is slim and elegant.

Most of the male disciples in the pavilion regard Qiu Ying as the goddess in their hearts, and they have been in love with Qiu Ying for a long time, so they can't be disrespectful to her and annoy her.

Seeing Qiu Ying and Lin Fan's clasped palms again, Lu Junfeng suddenly became angry, and looked at Lin Fan viciously, Lu Junfeng's face was blue and yin and yang said strangely.

"Why, you kid has learned to eat soft rice now, and you rely on women to support you, right?"

In the Burial Sword Pavilion, disciples of the same realm can learn from each other, but he is already a big realm higher than Lin Fan, so he can't make a move on Lin Fan, but the verbal ridicule is unscrupulous, and the timely blow and humiliation of Lin Fan, let him know the advance and retreat, this is much better than beating him in public......

Gently pulling Qiu Ying behind her, Lin Fan stood in front of her, looking at Lu Junfeng coldly, from his unruly personality and the teaching and influence of his master, Lin Fan was not afraid of any strong opponent, not to mention the words "eat soft rice...... I can't stand it.

"If you want to do it, I will accompany you, the senior tongue shrew is not the behavior of a martial artist", Lin Fan said lightly.

"What, you're not convinced, are you?"

With a cold smile, Lu Junfeng stepped forward and patted Lin Fan's shoulder gently, and a dark energy mixed with soul power quietly attacked.

Lin Fan's body shook and his throat was sweet, and a stream of reverse blood almost spurted out, but he forcibly straightened his back and forced the reverse blood, his eyes looked at Lu Junfeng's eyes coldly, and he did not back down at all.

"It's still a bit backbone, but just having a proud bone is a fart, and after eating the elixir of the Burial Sword Pavilion for three years, even a dog can be fed into a first-level demon beast, but you haven't even improved your strength, which can also be said to be a miracle in waste materials.

Therefore, waste materials will always be waste materials, and the Imperial Soul Hall will be closed in half a year, and then you will roll out of the Burial Sword Pavilion with your tail between your legs, and the Lord of the Mu Palace will take care of you, but I will not raise idlers in the Burial Sword Pavilion", Lu Junfeng said coldly.

Lin Fan's face sank, adjusted his breathing, and after his blood and qi calmed down a bit, he said in a straight voice.

"Whether or not my Imperial Soul Hall will be closed is not up to you Lu Junfeng to decide, whether I, Lin Fan, am an idler or not, and I don't need you to worry about it.

If you want to do it, I, Lin Fan, will take it all, what's the point of your mockery like this with me, is it to prove that your verbal kung fu is greater than the potential of a martial artist."

Lu Junfeng was obviously provoking himself so that he could give him a chance to make a move, and even if Lin Fan was reckless, he was not stupid after all, the gap between the Condensing Soul Realm and the Mortal Soul Realm could not be made up by relying on momentum alone.

Looking at Lin Fan, and then at Qiu Ying behind him, Lu Junfeng knew that he might not have a chance to make a move today, and the corners of his mouth rose to reveal a sneer.

"Okay, since you're so arrogant, then I'll give you a chance.

On the first day of the first month of next month, it is the day of the annual gathering of disciples in the pavilion, and the outstanding disciples of the four halls of the Burial Sword Pavilion are eligible to participate, and then I want to go to the stage with Senior Brother Lin to confirm what I have learned, Senior Brother Lin, you are a genius in soul cultivation, you will not be unappreciative."

After Lu Junfeng finished speaking, he looked at Lin Fan proudly, but the voice of his group of fox friends came from behind him.

"Senior Brother Lu, why don't you remember, Huiwu is also in the same realm to compete, this Lin Fan ...... I'm afraid I won't have a chance to fall at the feet of Senior Brother Lu, hahaha......".

With a slap on his head, Lu Junfeng seemed to suddenly wake up, "Yes, I forgot this rule, but it's a pity that I can't confirm martial arts with Lin Datiancai in the ring, this is a big regret for my martial arts path, hahaha......"

After that, regardless of Lin Fan, who was iron-faced, Lu Junfeng and the others walked out with laughter.

And after Lin Fan stared at Lu Junfeng coldly for a while, he suddenly raised his tone and said aloud to him, "Okay, we'll see you in the ring in a month."

Hearing this, Lu Junfeng, who hadn't gone far, was suddenly stunned, slowly turned around and glanced at Lin Fan with contempt on his face, and then shook his head again, "You waste material, I advise you to get out of the Burial Sword Pavilion by yourself, you have to kick with me, and cultivate to the Soul Condensation Realm first."

After speaking, there were a few more ridicules, and then a group of disciples gradually walked away.

And Lin Fan waited until a few people walked away, and the suppressed stuffiness was finally released, and a trace of bright red blood overflowed the corners of his mouth.

"Brother Lin Fan......", Qiu Ying looked at Lin Fan distressedly, but with her understanding of Lin Fan, if she had just taken action to relieve him, it would really hurt Lin Fan.

"It's okay...... It's all because I'm too unbearable, a bottleneck has trapped me for three years, and now even these clowns have come to humiliate me......"

Shaking his head, Lin Fan said with a gloomy face.

Gently grabbing Lin Fan's palm, Qiu Ying smiled sweetly, "But I know that Brother Lin Fan is by no means a waste material, Ying'er has always believed it."

Feeling the delicacy in his palm, Lin Fan's expression was slightly soothed, these years of tempering had already forged his bold and optimistic character, not thinking too much, he nodded and pulled Qiu Ying straight towards the Imperial Soul Palace.