Chapter 18 Five-Year Big Ratio

"Five [Ganlin Grass]?" Lin Feng couldn't help but be a little discouraged. It was almost legendary.

"It's also like sea luck." Grandpa Yao couldn't help rinsing his sparse treasures again and said, "The original sea-like body is close to collapse. I want to use the unique trick of your Lin family. But later, I didn't know what kind of genius Dibao I ate, but I actually held him a breath, and then quietly repaired his body to keep his body in a balance.

"It's the third grade of [Fire Ganoderma]." Lin Feng answered truthfully.

"Three [Fire Ganoderma]!" Grandpa Yao couldn't help but be shocked, and he couldn't help but break a few beards with a force on his hand.

"It's no wonder!" Grandpa Yao exclaimed repeatedly, and his eyes flashed, full of all kinds of exclamation, regret and heartache.

"What good luck!" He looked at Lin Ruhai with some jealousy. You know, for a medical student like him, he likes the strange elixirs of evolution, because they may enter a new field and have a new treatment.

After a long time, Grandpa Yao, who was in a calm mood, looked at Lin Ruhai, who couldn't wake up and suddenly sighed, "If there are really five grades [Ganlin Grass], I'm afraid that Ruhai will be blessed by misfortune and his strength will be greatly improved. I'm afraid that the hidden injuries suffered in the past will also be eradicated, and the future is unlimited!"

"The previous dark injury?" Lin Feng's heart moved and seemed to think about something.

It seems that the Lin family is not as simple as it seems! Lin Feng couldn't help smiling bitterly.

Lin Menger finally summoned up her courage to come to this room, but the peach blossoms were still beautiful.

"Well, the old man has nothing to do. Let's leave first." Grandpa Yao walked out with his hands behind his back.

"I'll give it to you!" Lin Menger and Lin Feng said in one voice.

"What a couple! Such a tacit understanding!" Grandpa Yao laughed badly.

The two faces suddenly turned red, and they didn't even dare to look at each other's faces.

Finally, the hateful old man was sent away, and Lin Feng and Lin Menger were relatively speechless.

"Don't worry too much. [Ganlin Grass] will always find it." Lin Menger said softly.

"It's not easy to talk about!" Lin Feng inexplicably thought of the three-grade [Fire Lingzhi]. Thinking of the hardships in it, he couldn't help smiling bitterly and shaking his head desolidly.

A warm jade hand quietly slipped into Lin Feng's hand and held it hard. Lin Menger's face was even more peach petals, but she still insisted on looking at Lin Feng and said, "Believe us, we will definitely find it!"

Lin Feng's heart warmed up and finally bloomed his first warm smile in the past few days.

A snow-white kitten jumped on Lin Feng's head and waved its snow-white claws hard at Lin Menger, as if protesting something. However, due to Lin Menger's ** power, it hid behind Lin Feng's head and made a retreat at any time. Invisibly, the momentum was at a disadvantage, and the meaning of threatening protest was much less.

Lin Feng couldn't help smiling and gently touched its snow-white head as a sign of comfort.

Without that atmosphere, Lin Menger quickly pulled out her little hand from Lin Feng's hand and fled from Lin Feng like a frightened little white rabbit. Her face was full of peach petals and said, "If there is nothing wrong... I... I'll go first... In the morning... I'll come to see my uncle in the morning..."

Lin Feng looked at the white figure disappearing into the jungle, couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and then felt a kind of happiness from the bottom of his heart.

He walked into his mother's room with a little white cat in his arms and looked at his sleeping mother at the head of the bed. There was a trace of pity on Lin Feng's face. Gently walked into the room, carefully took his mother to ** and put it away, covered with a quilt, and he gently retreated out.

"Five [Ganlin Grass]!" He meditated again and clenched his fist.

Entering his room, Lin Feng's consciousness entered the sea of knowledge.

Phantom still lay lazily on the grass and turned a blind eye to his arrival.

Knowing that this guy was still angry with himself, Lin Feng didn't care and jumped into the golden area.

Feeling the cold and painful pain of the sword piercing the divine consciousness, and lasted for less than two seconds, he fainted gloriously again.

Looking helplessly at Lin Feng, who has been in a coma for eight times, he said helplessly, "Well, that's all for today. Although entering there will help you quickly understand the sword, like you, I'm afraid you'll hang up in a few days."

Looking at the thin fog with some heartache, he bit his teeth, and waved to Lin Feng who woke up with some distress and motioned him to come over.

"What are you doing?" Lin Feng looked at the illusion warily.

He was depressed for a while and touched his nose and said, "Today I will teach you a way to cultivate your consciousness. Your consciousness is too weak!"

"What's the price?" Lin Feng was more vigilant.

"Free, no?" He rolled his eyes helplessly. These days, no one believes that good people are good.

"Really?" Lin Feng was a little suspicious. He always felt that he saw the long demon tail behind him.

"If you love to learn, don't learn to pull down!" The phantom patience finally reached its limit and shook his hand away.

"I'll learn from me!" Lin Feng licked his face and walked up.

With a dark face, he stretched out a finger and pointed on Lin Feng's head, and a black word appeared in his heart.

"[Forging God]." The two black fonts stood there quietly, the size of the palms, but with a different charm.

The formula is extremely simple, and Lin Feng can understand it at a glance, which is much easier than [broken formula].

Looking at Lin Feng, who quickly entered the state of cultivation, a smile appeared on his phantom face. If Lin Feng is awake at this time, he can clearly see the long black tail wagging in the wind behind him.

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Feng woke up feeling unprecedentedly refreshed and comfortable, and he stretched comfortably.

He even has a feeling that this time he can stay awake for a minute in the horrible sea of swords!

The confident Lin Feng was about to step into the golden area, but suddenly opened his mouth.

His voice was full of excitement: "That beautiful little beauty is here again!"

Lin Feng's consciousness is more condensed, which is obviously much better than usual.

"A flower is inserted on cow dung! Good cabbage has been arched by pigs! Toads can eat swan meat!" All kinds of envy and hatred.

"What's wrong with Menger?" Looking at Lin Menger's red face and excited, Lin Feng was a little puzzled.

"[Ganlin Grass], five grades [Ganlin Grass]!" Lin Menger shouted excitedly.

"Where is it?" Lin Feng couldn't help but be excited and grabbed her shoulders tightly.

reluctantly calmed down her excitement, and Lin Menger took a deep breath and said, "Bigbi, the prize of five-year bigbi."

"I just heard the news from the patriarch." Lin Menger said in detail: "This year is bigger than usual, and the prizes are more generous. The third place is a three-grade flying sword, the second place is a four-grade flying sword, and the first place is five-grade [Ganlin Grass]!"

"What?" Lin Feng was also shocked. The four-grade flying sword is the best weapon for the vast town. You should know that the patriarch of the Lin clan, one of the four major families in the vast town, only uses a four-grade water sword. What's the difference this year? Not only will the four-grade flying swords be taken as prizes, but even the five-grade [Ganlin Grass] will appear.

What about him, Lin Feng reacted and couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile when he thought that he was worried about such a big event just now. At the same time, he made up his mind that no matter what will happen, he will decide the five-grade [Ganlin Grass]!

However, my own strength. Lin Feng frowned and checked the level of Jianyuan in his body, which was only one-fifth of his peak moment. That is to say, he is still a long way away from the swordsman.

"How long will it take to compare?" Lin Feng looked at Lin Menger and asked.

"It is now mid-July, and as usual, the big comparison will be held in mid-October. That is to say, there are still three months left. Lin Menger looked at Lin Feng worriedly and lowered her head and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely help you!"

"hehe." Lin Feng felt a little uncomfortable and smiled bitterly.

Three months, only three months.

"What is Lin Jian's level now?" Lin Feng suddenly asked.

"The peak of the second grade of Swordsman may enter the third grade of Swordsman at any time." Lin Menger's look is more worried: "Although I am now the second grade of the swordsman, the third grade of the swordsman is far away for me. Against him, I only have less than two points to win.

She lowered her head gently, clenched her fist hard, and felt powerless and sad and an indescribable feeling.

"Is there only three months left?" Lin Feng muttered to himself, "Is it possible that I will break through from the swordsman to the swordsman's third grade in these three months?" You should know that even if he can see the threshold of the swordsman, it will still take a lot of time to accumulate Jianyuan. Moreover, it will take a year for the fastest speed from swordsman to swordsman in history. Can he break this record?

"I can do it!" Thinking of his mother's gray hair, his unconscious father, and the five-grade [Ganlin Grass], he clenched his fist hard and his nails pierced the meat deeply. He told himself hard, "I can definitely do it!"

Lin Menger looked at the delicate blood beads dripping from the palm of his hand, and also clenched her white fist hard, and gently made a vow in her heart!