Chapter 13 On the Eve of the Competition

Just as Zhang Xinde nodded, he saw the dragon sword flying into Lin Feng's hand as if returning to his master's side. His eyes suddenly opened, and only a pair of eyes were about to fall down on the spot.

At the moment when the dragon sword fell into Lin Feng's hand, the rusty iron sword suddenly flashed a golden light. All the rust suddenly disappeared, and there was a domineering spirit of only me. Both Zhang Xinde and Lin Ao were shocked by this scene.

Lin Feng held the dragon sword, and there was an indescribable excitement in his heart. He vaguely felt that this sword should have belonged to him, and it seemed to have its own life.

Zhang Xinde was so excited that he even trembled a little. Looking at the dragon sword that was no longer rusty at this time, he trembled and said, "Fairy... Fairy... Fairy... Fairy... This is really amazing. I didn't expect that I, Zhang Xinde, was destined to see the fairy in my lifetime. God is really not thin to me." Zhang Xinde said that his hand trembled and stretched out to the dragon sword in Lin Feng's hand. Suddenly, Zhang Xinde's face suddenly became ugly, because he found that his hand could not get close to the dragon sword at all, and a strong repulsive force blocked his hand grid.

Zhang Xinde said repeatedly, "Okay, okay... If Fenger can have this fate, his future achievements will be immeasurable."

At this time, Lin Feng was silent in the surprise of getting the fairy weapon. He did not notice Zhang Xinde's surprise. Lin Feng held the dragon sword and stretched out his hand to pull out the dragon sword.

However, just as Lin Feng was about to draw his sword, his hand was stopped by Zhang Xinde. Zhang Xinde said seriously, "Feng'er, don't draw your sword yet."

Lin Feng was stunned, went straight to Zhang Xinde, and asked puzzledly, "Master, why is this?"

Zhang Xinde grabbed Lin Feng's hand and said with a serious face, "I'm innocent, and I'm guilty. Your current cultivation is only a four-fold rigid and soft state. The overall strength is lower than that of Lin Rong and Lin Zheng. The fairy weapon comes out and moves in all directions. Imagine if others know that you have a fairy weapon, what will be the result?"

At this time, Lin Ao also realized the seriousness of the matter and hurriedly said, "Feng'er, you'd better seal the sword first. It's not too late to take it out when you have the ability to protect yourself after a few days."

Zhang Xinde quickly shook his head and said, "It's not appropriate. Since this is a fairy weapon, and I also chose Feng'er as my master, so I think Feng'er will take the sword with me in the future. I will never leave it. The fairy weapon is psychic. With him, Feng'er can't even use my old bone."

Lin Ao was the most excited to hear this. He always thought that his son would be a complete waste. Unexpectedly, the disaster not only did not take away Lin Feng, but also gave him an ancient genius, so no one could understand the excitement in his heart.

Zhang Xinde patted Lin Feng's shoulder hard and said, "So, as long as Fenger does not draw his sword, coupled with the self-covery ability of the fairy weapon, generally no one will feel that it is a fairy weapon. Take him with him, he will save you from danger."

Lin Feng nodded excitedly and excitedly and said, "The master's words must always be remembered and will not draw this sword at will."

Zhang Xinde said several good things in a row, and finally said at ease, "It's very good. I've been worried that we family can't get in. It seems that it's no longer necessary. Tomorrow's Wusheng Competition has a bottom line in mind as a teacher, um... However, the sons of the Du family... should be all right... Haha...it's okay..."

Lin Feng listened to Zhang Xinde's words and asked puzzledly, "How many sons of the Du family? Are they all awesome?"

Zhang Xinde nodded and said seriously, "Although Du Shilong's body is a five-fold magic power, Lin Rong can deal with it. Du Shihu, that is, Du Shilong's younger brother, has been keeping a low profile. This person is the person that Dewey has always wanted to focus on. He was lucky to see him once as a teacher, but it was also a year ago. At that time He is already in the five-fold divine power realm of the flesh, and his strength at that time is not under Lin Zhenglin Rong now. There is no way to meet him this year, but it is certain that his strength will be a great improvement. It seems that he will be the killer of Dewey's power. He is the focus of this year's Wusheng Competition. If you really meet him, remember to be careful. Don't fight hard."

Lin Feng frowned slightly and asked, "Is the master worried that the disciple will face him?" Don't worry, master, you have a good number."

Zhang Xinde nodded repeatedly and said, "It can be said that if there is only one Du Shihu, you don't have to worry so much as a teacher, but there will be a gathering of masters at that time. Although our Jin Kingdom is a small country, these 100 people can still be found. The teacher is worried that you can't pass all the way to the end. In the decisive battle, as long as you can stick to the end, even if you lose to Du Shihu in the end, you can get a reputation in the top few, and it's worth it.

Lin Feng heard Zhang Xinde's words and said with a smile, "Master, you don't have to worry about this. I can go through the thunder pool without dying. This luck is not comparable to ordinary people. Dad, master, don't worry about me. Well, it's not early. I'll go back to rest and prepare for tomorrow's game."

Lin Feng returned to his room, but the dragon sword never left his hand. He didn't even want to put down the sword when lying in **. Lin Feng watched the dragon sword carefully.

Lin Feng looked at it for a long time. He wanted to pull out the dragon sword many times, but every time he was about to do it, Zhang Xinde's words sounded in his ear again, and he couldn't help but be irritable and said, "What the hell are you, fairy weapon? I really want to see your true face."

Lin Feng turned over with the dragon sword in his arms and said, " By the way, what should I call you?" Do you have a name? ...I'm so stupid. How can you have a name? Well, since you are willing to follow me, I'll give you a name! Do you think it's good to call it Xuepo?"

Lin Feng himself didn't know why he remembered the two unrelated words Xuepo at this time. They are not a word, and they have no meaning. However, these two words seem to have been buried in his heart for many years.

Listening to the name, the dragon sword shook slightly, and Lin Feng said, "Do you think the name is not domineering? Well, how about the dragon soul?"

The next day, Lin Feng got up early. He was a little helpless and ran straight to Lin Rong's room. Outside the door, he knocked on the door loudly and shouted, "Hey, Lin Rong and Lin Rong, get up..."

At this time, Lin Rong happened to return to his room and saw Lin Feng knocking on the door. He immediately thought he was wrong. He quickly wiped his eyes and said, "Young master, is this really you? Are you calling me?"

Lin Feng turned around and looked at the armed Lin Rong. His eyes widened and said, "Wow, are you ready?"

Lin Rong smiled and said, "That's a must. This is the annual martial arts competition. This will be a great opportunity to change my Lin Rong's fate. I can't miss it."

Hearing this, Lin Feng turned his eyes and immediately said angrily, "Okay, you slave. So you want to leave my Lin family. Say, what's wrong with me, Lin Feng?"

Lin Rong shrank down and said with a smile, "The young master is kind to me, but I have nothing to say." Lin Rong said that he stopped laughing here, looked at Lin Feng with a serious look, and looked very helpless. He said, "It's just that the young master is so good. Young master, why do you think you make progress so fast? Well, I'm almost useless, so before I can't protect the young master at all, I have to find a way out first. Do you think so, young master? Lin Rong patted Lin Feng on the shoulder, and then sighed deeply, as if he was really going to leave.

Lin Feng was stunned at first, and then laughed and said, "You pretend to be me again. Let's see how I beat you into a son of a bitch." Lin Feng raised his fist and wanted to hit Lin Rong straight.

Lin Rong quickly took a step back and said, "Can the turtle do it?"

Lin Feng said, "O all right, you, let's go. Hurry up and invite Zheng Shao."

At this time, Lin Zheng's voice came from the side: "When you invite me, I'd better wait for next year's game to be more reliable. Let's go and see what time it is?"

Lin Feng tapped his fist on Lin Rong's shoulder and said, "It's still less reliable." With that, he followed Zheng Shao and walked straight to the gate.

Lin Rong followed him, with all kinds of grievances and muttered, "Huh... I think you are the most unreliable person. You are really a great young master."