Chapter 17 Perverted Old Man Perverted Son

Cut the waves all the way, and the strange ability of his eyes can let him see the weaknesses of the swordsman of the wind clan. With the help of the inexplicably powerful Yuanli in his body, Lin Feng quickly cut off the protection of the swordsman of the Feng clan layer by layer.

With Lin Feng's sprint, the gray power in his body became more and more excited and crazy. Under the crazy operation of [broken sword formula], they were also crazily swallowed by the dark black hole of the sea of gas.

The resistance is getting greater and greater, and even the weakest swordsman is a swordsman. This high creature is not so easy to be killed by a small swordsman like a chicken.

The greater the resistance, the smaller the speed of Lin Feng. Gradually, even if Lin Feng saw the weakest part of the sword saint Jianyuan of the Feng clan, he could not cut him away. He felt that he was slowly falling into a swamp, and the more he struggled, the more he couldn't move.

A foot in front of the sword saint of the Feng clan, seeing his broken sword pierce the thin layer of sword protection in front of him can pierce his heart and make him die, but Lin Feng felt a burst of despair.

The cold and silent face of the wind clan swordsman finally changed. He looked at Lin Feng, who struggled violently in his Jianyuan package but couldn't move, showed a sarcastic smile, and then the long sword quickly stabbed straight to Lin Feng's neck.

"Are you going to die?" Looking at the approaching tip of the sword, Lin Feng was at a loss.

Isn't it said that the three forces are magical? This is a three-way relationship now, isn't it? It is also a magic. Because he broke through the layers of protection of the sword saint and was about to kill the hateful sword saint of the Feng clan, but it was still a little worse.

Although the magic has no magic and can resist the sky, it still can't kill the swordsman after all!

However, he really closed his eyes and waited to die. Seeing that the sword of the sword master of the Feng clan was about to pierce his throat, a strong and extreme unwillingness suddenly gushed out in Lin Feng's heart.

Since you can communicate with the gods, why should you waste your ability and die under a small sword saint like this?

The sword is divine, but his heart is not divine!

I'm just blindly looking for the weakness of the sword saint Jianyuan of the wind clan. There is no such domineering spirit in the world! The sword is a domineering sword, and the original power is a domineering power, but I have lost the domineering spirit of looking down on the world. How can it be regarded as a divine power?

An inexplicable flame in his eyes was quietly burning and jumping. Lin Feng looked at the long sword that had even pierced the outermost layer of his throat, and suddenly showed a bright smile.

When the three forces are connected, it is a magic. If you go forward, you will be a man of heaven!

Only heaven and man can use magic. It is not magic that mortals use, but a higher level of power.

Without any hesitation, the broken sword moved forward quickly, which was originally as difficult to walk in a mud, but at this moment it was comparable to the speed of photoelectricity.

A figure rushed out of the previous almost solidified place, tired but standing upright.

When the body stood still and the head of the man standing still suddenly fell off, he fell without warning, and then rolled down and rolled far away. Then a wave of blood rose to the sky, and the whole air was soon filled with the smell of blood.

Lin Feng's body was soft and collapsed awkwardly, but he turned around with difficulty and looked at the headless body and laughed loudly.

"Haha..." He laughed breathlessly and was extremely happy. Then he reached out and wiped away the blood accidentally splashed on his face and said, "I forgot to tell you that I have not only divine consciousness, but also Jingyuan!"

This time he was smart enough to talk to the dead body. However, before he finished speaking, the powerful gray power in the body's meridians disbanded one after another. The black divine consciousness returned to the sea of knowledge, the green essence returned to the heart, and the golden sword still flowed quietly in the meridians.

It's just that Jingyuan Jianyuan has little divine knowledge. Obviously, now that magic trick has almost squeezed him dry.

"Is there anything wrong?" Feeling the pitiful three forces in his body and slowly operating in their respective meridians, Lin Feng, who had not finished his addiction, was very unhappy and said angrily, "Why did you disband like this?"

He didn't bother to bury the wind clan's sword saint and wind. Lin Feng climbed up from the ground with difficulty and walked towards his home.

Reaching out and touching a few three grains of [gentle Guiyuan Dan] and throwing them into his mouth, allowing the gentle medicinal power to repair the previously damaged meridians, and allowing the medicinal power to slowly melt into a golden sword to flow in the meridians, Lin Feng suddenly had a whim.

As soon as the mind moved, the divine consciousness rushed into the meridians, but no matter how hard Lin Feng tried, the green essence did not enter the meridians. When Lin Feng was exhausted and tried his best to kill millions of brain cells, he finally drove the green essence into the meridians, but he could not reconcile them and form that powerful gray vitality.

"Your uncle!" Looking at the stubborn three forces, Lin Feng was very depressed.

The twisted melon is not sweet. Although he knows that there is nothing he can do about the three forces after all, Lin Feng, who is good at comforting himself, still comforts himself so much. He even hates that he hates that you don't have the kind of fusion for the rest of your life!

If you want to eat grapes, the grapes hang high in the sky. Because he can't eat grapes, Lin Feng, who says that the grapes are sour, has unconsciously returned home. Looking at the door, Lin Feng changed his clothes and treated the wound before entering the house.

When he entered the house, Lin Feng felt very angry and wrong. Lin Xiaochen and Qin Xian's medicine and delicate clouds squeezed into a ball and lay at the door of their parents' room nervously and looked at something nervously, making a low exclamation or two from time to time. It seemed that he was afraid of disturbing something, and the exclamation was extremely low. On their shoulders, the three little guys also pressed their heads tightly against the window and said something from time to time, and the curiosity in Lin Feng's heart was suddenly aroused fiercely.

"What's wrong?" Squeezing his little head between the three big heads, Lin Feng asked in surprise.

"Silation!" The three of them rebuked at the same time in a very low voice.

Shrinking his head, Lin Feng became more and more curious. Seeing the small gap between Qin Xianyao and Lin Xiaochen's legs, Lin Feng quickly got in and carried it out and stretched out his head to look inside.

I saw his father Lin Ruhai sitting cross-legged on ** practicing, and the momentum emanating from his body showed that he had reached the level of the fourth grade of swordsman.

"Shrimp?" Lin Feng couldn't help but be shocked by the god-like speed. Even if Lin Ruhai's body is completely sick, re-cultivation can be much faster, but it is not such a fast method!

This is not fast. It's simply a magic!

And Lin Ruhai still sat motionless, and his momentum was still growing slowly but firmly. Obviously, he had not reached the bottleneck of Jianyuan. Looking at the speed, I'm afraid it can break through to the level of the swordsman's fifth grade in a while?

No wonder grandpa and his mother are so surprised. If they were at home, they would definitely be more stimulated.

Gently touched Grandpa Lin Xiaochen's shoulder, and Lin Feng asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, when did my father start?"

"This afternoon." Lin Xiaochen was very reluctant to be disturbed, but still gave face to his precious grandson.

"That..." Lin Feng wanted to ask something more, but was forced back by Grandpa Lin Xiaochen's fierce eyes.

Well, Lin Feng, who was aggrieved and depressed, watched quietly. Due to the special function of his eyes, he can see Lin Ruhai's physical condition more clearly at this time. The vitality of heaven and earth was evenly distributed beside him, and he quickly entered the meridians from the pores of his body.

"It's stronger than the so-called Fengjiansheng!" Looking at the uniform vitality around his father, Lin Feng was proud.

Thinking of the swordsman of the wind clan, he couldn't wake up for a while looking at Lin Ruhai. Lin Feng slowly recalled the fragments of his previous engagement in his mind, constantly recalling every thrilling moment.

"Five Swordsman!" His mother and grandfather's uncontrollable and surprised tone came to his ear, and Lin Feng also felt that his heart was warm, comfortable and happy. At that time, his father was hurt by those bastards in Tianxing City and fell all the way from Kensei to the fourth grade of Swordsman. And this time, it was also a break and rushed to the swordsman's fifth grade again.

This is very important to their family. This marks that Lin Ruhai finally bid farewell to the miserable past, crossed this hurdle that made him painful and sad for more than ten years, and walked on the road of practice with his head held high again.

Really, Lin Ruhe, who broke through the five grades of the swordsman, seemed to sigh for something, and then he once again sprinted to a higher level.

The twilight gradually came. Although her mother Shui Xianyun did not want to miss the critical moment to witness her husband's breakthrough, she still ran to the kitchen to cook dinner. Lin Feng also came to the kitchen to help.

In a short time, dinner was ready, and Lin Ruhai's first practice after his rebirth was over.

Open the door and looked at the long people standing outside with their heads stretched out. Lin Ruhai scratched his head and said with some distress, "Although the swordsman was almost the same when he hit the seventh grade of the swordsman, the meridians failed because the first practice was a little overwhelmed."

Looking at Lin Ruhai's still insatiable appearance, even as his closest relative, he couldn't help knocking on his head.

People are not popular! Thinking that he finally broke through to the sixth grade of the swordsman, and his father hit the sixth grade of the swordsman in just one afternoon, Lin Feng really felt that it was unfair and unfair to treat him.

However, he likes this unfairness very much and hopes to come a few more times.

Sitting around the dinner table, Lin Feng's family said something lively. Lin Ruhai, who recovered his strength and was able to attack the higher peak, was obviously much happier. He drank a lot of wine and talked more.

Talking about the incident of killing the sword saint in anger, Lin Ruhai reached out and touched Lin Feng's head and joked, "I doubt if you are my Lin Ruhai's child. Although your son, you are also a little strongman of the sixth grade of swordsman. But I think your father killed a few swordsmen in my twenties. Haha, how about it? Let's be majestic!"

He curled his lips and looked at his rarely lost and proud father. Lin Feng gently picked up a green vegetable and put it in his mouth and said disdainfully, "Sword Saint is really nothing. It's not that I haven't killed it!"

Lin Xiaochen couldn't help smiling, reached out and rubbed Lin Feng's head and said, "That's right! Feng'er used Xiaobai's majesty to kill a poor swordsman that time.

Xiaobai, who was trying to deal with chicken legs next to Lin Feng, raised his head proudly. Since eating the chicken legs made by Lin's mother, Xiaobai has been conquered by this fragrant thing and has to eat a lot of food at every meal. Under Xiaobai's leading demonstration, Xiaohui is also obsessed with chicken, but he likes to eat chicken wings. Fortunately, Lin Feng is not short of boundary coins now, otherwise he will be defeated by these two foodies.

Xiaobai is originally of high-level, and his wisdom is not inferior to that of ordinary human beings. Under the leadership of Lily, he has a kind of aura and is becoming more and more intelligent. Hearing Lin Xiaochen's praise, he proudly raised his head to show his achievements.

Although Xiaohui's grade is low, he is also very smart under the leadership of Xiaobai Bai'er. When he heard Lin Xiaochen praises Xiaobai, he was ready to show his loyalty to Xiaobai. At this time, he was pulling his chicken wings towards Xiaobai.

But before Xiaobai was flattering, after Xiaohui's flattery, Lily, who felt ashamed, meowed and said, "If you don't want to eat, go a hundred times along the Lin people. Don't humiliate me here!"

Xiao Baihui lowered his head, and Xiaohui quietly pulled back the chicken wings.

"Hmm! Just eating meat, no wonder you two are so fat!" Feeling that her face was lost by the two younger brothers, Lily stretched out her claws to attract a few green vegetables to distribute equally among the two children. Looking at Xiaobai's begging eyes, Lily said angrily, "If you don't finish eating this green vegetable, you won't want to eat meat anymore. Humph!"

Seeing this scene, everyone laughed with great pleasure.

"Wind boy, Lily is much better than you!" Lin Xiaochen smiled so much that his eyes narrowed.

"Yes! Little Lily is estimated to be able to dry the wind down with one paw!" Lin Ruhai caught the opportunity to beat the dog.

"Who said no?" Shuixianyun also fell into the well and said, "Feng'er knows that relying on Xiaobai to kill the swordsmanship, which shows that Xiaobai is better than Feng'er, and Bai, who is more than Fenger'er's training, is better than Feng'er."

"To sum up, the wind is not as good as Lily!" Qin Xianyao honestly came to a conclusion.

Lin Feng's nose was almost crooked, and everyone's mouth was about to smile. And Lily jumped on Lin Feng's head and said with a smile and milky voice, "Thank you."

Although Xiaobai Xiaohui is eating vegetables with a bitter face, ghosts can look at their smiles from the curved corners of their mouths.

This day can't be passed. Feeling the unprecedented decline in his position at home, Lin Feng felt that it was necessary to take some measures.

Reaching out angrily and pulling Princess Lily off her head and holding her in her arms, Lin Feng coughed twice and said, "With Xiaobai's frightening momentum, can Grandpa's powerful swordsman also be called swordsman?"

Hearing Lin Feng's casual words, everyone seemed to feel something and looked at him with a surprised face.

Feeling that he was finally valued again, Lin Feng said lightly, "Just this afternoon, when my dear father's continuous breakthrough was finally about to catch up with me, I killed a sword saint of the Feng clan."

"There is no white, no lily, and no little ashe." Lin Feng pretended not to care, but he couldn't hide his pride in the corners of his eyes. He said with a red face, "I killed a four-grade swordsman and a wind swordsman."

"Papa..."

Lin Xiaochen and Lin Ruhai Xianyun quickly bowed on the table to find his chin.

You asked why Qin Xianyao didn't look for his chin. Well, he is a doctor. What is Kensei? Is it cancer? The ignorant are fearless. But seeing the appearance of the other three, even he, the doctor, felt that something was wrong.

"Are you hurt?" First of all, the water fiber cloud on his chin asked anxiously. Kensei, that's Kensei!

Although Lin Ruhai and Lin Xiaochen did not say hello, their expression all showed their deep concern.

"No." Looking at the extremely concerned eyes of his family, Lin Feng couldn't help regretting that he should not have said this. But it doesn't matter now. That's good. Presumably they won't worry too much about themselves in the future.

"Really not?" Shui Xianyun has stood up and walked here to check his body.

embarrassed to avoid his mother's hand, Lin Feng said shyly, "Really, it's just that Jianyuan has not recovered to the peak of the swordsman's sixth grade so far."

Looking at the worries that still did not fade in his father's eyes, Lin Feng shrugged his shoulders and said humorously, "Dad, I can't say that I can break through to the swordsman's seventh grade after recovering. You can't be too behind."

"Bad boy!" Lin Ruhai slapped him with a crying slap, but took the opportunity to hold Lin Feng's pulse. After a moment of feeling that he really didn't show his strength, he smiled and said, "Come on, the little pervert should talk about his glorious deeds of slaughtering saints."

At present, Lin Feng told the story in detail, but omitted the details of his several serious injuries.

After listening to this thrilling story, Lin Ruhailin Xiaochen Shuixianyun and Qin Xianyao looked at each other with lingering palpitation.

For a long time, Lin Xiaochen suddenly laughed: "Three forces are divine. Feng Boy is good, but in the end, Feng Boy is the most important thing. If we swordsmen don't have the best spirit in the world, they won't reach the peak in their lives! Heaven and man, what is heaven and man? Even if you are a beggar, with a fearless heart like heaven, you are a man of heaven!"

Lin Ruhai and Lin Feng nodded, which is true.

"The magic has been used by the wind boy. It seems that the authenticity of that prophecy is a little more. Time is running out. It seems that your practice has taken a step faster. Lin Xiaochen sighed. Then he looked at his son and grandson, and there was a heartfelt smile on his face: "However, one broke through to the sixth grade of the swordsman, and the sixth grade of the swordsman killed the sword saint. Perverted old man, perverted son. Haha, it's good to have such perverted children and grandchildren!"