Chapter 90 Five-Year Big Ratio 1

"It's not a long time, that's just these days." Lin Jian replied with a smile and came forward to help his father.

"How is that possible?" Lin Ying frowned: "I remember that it was more than a month ago that you broke through the third grade of Swordsman. Such a short time?" He suddenly looked at Lin Jian seriously: "Have you used any taboo methods?"

"How come?" Lin Feng smiled and said, "I'm not a fool. In order to improve my strength, I use that kind of shaking the foundation and breaking my future. Your son, I am destined to shock the world in the future.

"What happened then?" Lin Ying is still skeptical.

"Three grades [Flame Return to Yuan Dan]." Lin Jian smiled and said, "Do you remember that I suddenly asked you for a large amount of coins the other day? I just saw the advertisement of this elixir and bought five pills. As a result, it's me in front of you."

Hearing Lin Jian say that he asked herself for money before, Lin Ying couldn't help pumping the corners of her mouth. Although his family was rich, 15,000 yuan was still a huge expense. But when I saw my son's strength now, I also smiled happily.

"Well... the price of Sanpin elixir is basically around 2,000 yuan. What did you buy? The three-grade [flame elixir] is only 3,000 coins per grain. It's really money grabbing. But by the way, the effect is really good, it's worth it!" Lin Ying grinned and giggled.

Carefully helped his father back into the house and served him to lie down. Lin Jian reached out and held his sword, felt the endless Jianyuan rushing like the Yangtze River in his body, and a confident smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

but he didn't know what Lin Jian would look like after he contributed more than 10,000 coins to Lin Feng.

is also very curious. After Lin Feng knew that Lin Jian used his hard-refined three grades [Flame Guiyuan Dan] to break through to the fourth grade of the swordsman, his expression was that he should cry and droop his head, or he was happy that Lin Jian had contributed so many coins to himself.

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The five-year comparison of the Lin people is one of the major events in the vast town. The patriarchs of the other four ethnic groups and more important people will participate. Therefore, in these days, the whole forest people who did not have to participate in the five-year big meeting began to be busy preparing for all kinds of things during the five-year big meeting. Guests' housing, food, competition and other things.

Although the wind and the fire clan are as fierce as soon as they meet, they are still restrained in the territory of the Lin clan. It's just that there are all kinds of sarcasm and all kinds of harsh words and sarcasm. There were also a few minor conflicts, but they didn't hurt people's lives.

Lin Feng is still fighting with the damn four [Jianyuan Dan] and vowing to refine him out. Unfortunately, it backfired. He didn't succeed until October 14, 998.

Tomorrow will be a five-year big deal. Lin Feng temporarily gave up refining four [Jianyuan Dan]. Get ready for a good rest and meet tomorrow's battle in the best condition.

"Although there is no Jianyuan." Lin Feng looked at his empty meridians and gas. He said bitterly, "But you have to do your best. Maybe Lin Jian will suddenly have inexplicable diarrhea or die at that time?

After thinking about it, Lin Feng finished the 50,000 swords and various trainings that must be practiced every day, and he took Xiaohui to the vast town. The wind disease has arrived at the Lin clan, and he is not afraid of meeting the madman psychopath.

Lily still sleeps, but her mental and physical aspects are still normal. Lin Feng is not so worried.

Slowly swaying to the vast town, Lin Feng entered the trading system again.

The scale of the hidden sword is getting bigger and bigger. According to the Hidden Sword, there is a certain power in the Japanese Sword Star, Moon Sword Star.

"What a talent!" Lin Feng muttered.

Xiao Nanyue sent a message, which is full of gossip except for some questions.

Lin Feng rarely relaxes once, and then he is also happy to gossip with Xiao Nanyue, and chatted happily all over the world.

Finally, the unfinished little Nanyue reluctantly said goodbye to the Fengshen she admired, which made Lin Feng very proud. Well, this is my charm.

Finding the shallow account, Lin Feng looked at the gray head in a daze and sighed faintly. Leaving behind various newly refined elixir, he stood in a daze on the street of the trading system.

"Fantasy... What should I do if I think I haven't refined four [Jianyuan Dan] yet?" Lin Feng looked at it with a sad face.

"Ask me what, I'm not a god." He said lazily.

"Well, is it?" Lin Feng looked at the illusion suspiciously: "Then who said that he is 'the great supreme, wise god, martial arts, handsome and handsome, love flowers, flowers bloom three times of invincible hands to fight all over the world'?" Lin Feng said angrily, "How did I hear someone call himself a god at that time? Why is it not a god at the critical moment?

"Do you want to take care of it?" He looked at Lin Feng with anger, and then closed the door with a thunderbolt.

"..." Lin Feng looked at the closed door with great resentment: "You...you..."

Looking at the golden sword world, Lin Feng hesitated for a moment and decided to leave far away. After losing Jianyuan, his reaction speed is even worse, and his recovery ability has also decreased a lot. There is really no need to find masochism by himself.

He wandered bitterly in the sea of knowledge for a while, but saw the illusion squeezing his eyes at the thief's eyebrows and mouse's eyes.

Lin Feng looked at him suspiciously, and then quickly got in without saying a word.

"You can do this, that's it." The illusion whispered in Lin Feng's ear, and how to hear it reveal a kind of obscene, despicable, shameless and insidious smell.

Lin Feng also nodded frequently, and his face showed the same**. An extremely obscene smile.

The two chattered for a long time, and there was a frightening laugh in the black castle for a long time.

"Don't let God know." Huan looked outside carefully and told him attentively.

"Don't worry." Thinking of the inhumane guy, Lin Feng raised his hands and feet to support and agree.

"Fantasy, I take back what I said earlier. You are really a great, wise god, martial arts, handsome and handsome. Well, I love you so much." Lin Feng's face is full of red light.

When he exited quickly, Lin Feng wandered around in various strange places.

After a while, Lin Feng's broken sword mark world was full of all kinds of inexplicable and strange things.

October 15, 998. The grand festival of the Lin people's five-year comparison has finally arrived.

The martial arts arena has long been divided into 13 martial arts venues. In the middle, there is a main martial arts competition ring, which is surrounded by four second-level martial arts competition, and more peripherally are eight martial arts competition platforms. There is a five-meter-wide passage between the tables to accommodate people to watch the test they are interested in. Far away from the main martial arts competition is the viewing venue for the four major families.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Lin Xiong nodded with satisfaction at the energetic young people around him who turned himself in. He looked at the people of the three families in the distance and cleared his throat and said, "As we all know, today is another good day for our Lin people for five years. First of all, let's welcome and thank the three ethnic groups that have come here thousands of miles to participate in our grand event. Thank you for caring so much about our family and taking time out of your busy schedule to attend the event. We are honored to thank you.

After the warm applause subsided, Lin Xiong continued to say with high spirits: "This means the birth of another group of elites in our Lin clan and our vast town. Let's bless them, applaud them, and applaud them for their upcoming appearance on the historical stage!"

"Ha ha, some young people around me are already a little impatient." Lin Xiong made a joke: "They can't wait to show their skills. Well, I know that you young people don't like to listen to nagging, so I'll make a long story short."

There was a burst of laughter around, and several particularly excited young men couldn't help blushing and lowering their heads.

His eyes flashed from his young but vibrant faces, and Lin Xiong said loudly, "Young men, work hard to show yourself. The future is yours, history and miracles will also be created in your hands!"

The Lin youth became more and more excited and heard, "History, miracles, will be created in your hands." I felt my body's blood boiling and rolling, and my whole body was full of fighting spirit.

"All right. I declare that the five-year big race between the Lin clan is just the beginning!" Lin Xiong roared in high spirits.

In the thunderous applause, Lin Xiong strode down.

Then an old man slowly walked to the main martial arts competition in the center. He coughed gently, and in this noisy martial arts arena, his voice sounded clearly in everyone's ears.

The sword saint of the fire clan suddenly stood up. He stared at the old man with fixed eyes and a pale face.

The old man didn't seem to realize it. Looking at the quiet martial arts arena, the old voice slowly sounded: "There are two rules in this competition, one of which is free and random selection, that is to say, you don't know your opponent. After two fights, one winner is left to enter the next round. Second, it is not allowed to maliciously kill people and use vicious weapons, such as poisonous, traumatic and so on.

The fire swordsman looked at the old man's unresponsive expression and couldn't help hesitating. Is this old man an inesight noble man or an ordinary guy? How can you ignore your provocative momentum? Didn't you feel it? But what's wrong with the previous cough that was as clear as in my ear? Unprehensed, the fire sword saint looked at the old man with more and more doubt. Suddenly, he realized that he was too high-profile, and the fire sword saint slowly sat down.

"How to change the rules?" A young man of the Lin nationality asked loudly.

"It's nothing. There is a rule that there is one session. Those who don't want to participate can also quit now." The old man said slowly, "No matter what the fourth grade and third grade flying sword, the fifth grade elixir will have nothing to do with you. Think about it clearly!"

"Unscrupulous old man!" Lin Feng curled his lips and cursed: "Old fox."

Sure enough, I immediately heard the boy's unconvinced voice: "Just change it. I haven't been frightened with anyone."

"However, this choice is unfair to some people. Who will die if Lin Jian is drawn? This is equivalent to fighting for luck, which is very unfair. A big-eyed Lin man shouted.

"Yes, yes." Soon, some people gathered to respond and echoed.

"hehe." Stopping the lively discussion of the young teenagers around, the old man's eyes stared deeply at the thick-browed man.

The big man with thick eyebrows and big eyes only felt that he stabbed at himself like a sharp sword, and the sweat on his head had dripped down his forehead. In the two wars, he still wanted to say something, but he just muttered in his throat and couldn't say anything. At a glance, this is the end of it.

The old man withdrew his eyes and returned to the ordinary bad old man's appearance.

The big man gasped heavily. The short moment just now was like centuries after him.

"You, as a swordsman of the Lin clan, you should understand that luck is also part of your own strength. If you fail like this, it only shows that your strength is not good, luck has not come, and fate has not come!" The old man said meaningfully but with some emotion.

The big man nodded anxiously, like a chicken pecking rice, nodding like pounding.

"The game begins!" The old man looked at the many Lin people who were no longer talking and announced softly.

A total of 1,450 young Lin people participated in the five-year big race. The two families were divided into 725 groups. That is to say, 725 people will enter the next round.

Lin Feng thought of the number that the stewor threw to him and quickly took it out to have a look. Uh...36

"Thirty-six, six six six six six six? Smooth and smooth?" Lin Feng couldn't help smiling and said, "636. Six six, smooth, smooth, smooth!"

Ignoring the strange eyes of the people around him, Lin Feng smiled bitterly: "Master, I don't even have Jianyuan, so don't you allow yourself to comfort yourself to be smooth? Cut, a bunch of rednecks."

Looking around, Lin Jian smiled and talked to the people around him. He smiled condescendantly when others envied him and praised him. He was very gentle, elegant and gentlemanly.

Seeing Lin Feng looking at him, Lin Jian showed a bright smile on his white teeth, and then reached out and gently stroked his neck.

Lin Feng raised his palm without showing weakness, and then crossed back fiercely, indicating that you would be cut down instead of killing.

Lin Jian gave a smile and bowed slightly to the people around him, saying that he turned around and left.

Seeing that the bitch Lin Jian actually ignored herself, he touched his nose angrily. Lin Feng's eyes continued to patrol and search for Lin Menger's figure.

ps: Please collect red tickets