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Text Chapter 13 The Eve of the Competition

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    Just when Zhang Xinde nodded, he saw the dragon sword flying into Lin Feng's hand as if it was returning to its owner. His eyes suddenly widened and he almost fell off on the spot.

    The moment the dragon sword fell into Lin Feng's hand, the originally rusty iron sword suddenly flashed with a golden light. All the rust disappeared, and a domineering aura emerged. Both Zhang Xinde and Lin Ao were struck by  This scene shocked me.

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

    Zhang Xinde was so excited that he even trembled when he spoke. Looking at the dragon sword that was no longer rusty, he trembled and said: "Immortal weapon Immortal weapon Immortal weapon This is really too magical. I didn't expect it."  Zhang Xinde has the chance to see an immortal weapon in his lifetime. God is really kind to me." Zhang Xinde said with trembling hands and stretched out to the dragon sword in Lin Feng's hand. Suddenly, Zhang Xinde's face suddenly became ugly, because he found that he  His hand could not get close to the dragon sword at all, and a strong repulsive force blocked his hand.

    Zhang Xinde nodded repeatedly and said: "Okay, okay If Feng'er has such a destiny, his future achievements will be immeasurable."

    At this time, Lin Feng was silent in the surprise of obtaining the fairy weapon, and 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 when Lin Feng was about to draw his sword, his hand was stopped by Zhang Xinde, who said seriously: "Feng'er, don't draw your sword yet."

    Lin Feng was stunned, looked at Zhang Xinde, and asked in confusion: "Master, why is this?"

    Zhang Xinde grabbed Lin Feng's hand and said with a serious face: "Everyone is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade. Your current cultivation level is only the fourth level of hardness and softness, and your overall strength is a bit lower than Lin Rong and Lin Zheng.  Immortal weapons come out and move in all directions. Just imagine if others know that you have an immortal weapon, what will be the result?"

    At this time, Lin Ao also realized the seriousness of this matter and said quickly: "Feng'er, it's better to seal the sword first. It won't be too late to take it out after a while when you can protect yourself."

    Zhang Xinde quickly shook his head when he heard this and said: "That's inappropriate. Since this is an immortal weapon, and Feng'er has been chosen as its master, I think Feng'er will keep the sword with him from now on and never leave it. The immortal weapon is psychic, and with him,  Feng'er can't even use my old bones."

    Lin Ao was the most excited when he heard this. He had 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. Therefore, no one  I can understand the excitement in his heart.

    Zhang Xinde patted Lin Feng's shoulder hard and said: "So, as long as Feng'er doesn't draw the sword, and the immortal weapon's self-disguise ability, generally no one will be able to tell that it is an immortal weapon. Take him with you,  He will save you from danger."

    Lin Feng nodded excitedly and said: "Master's words, I will always remember them in my heart and will not pull out this sword casually."

    Zhang Xinde said good things several times in a row, and finally said with peace of mind: "This is very good. I have been worried about our family members not being able to enter the venue. It seems that it is no longer necessary. I have something in my heart for tomorrow's martial arts competition.  It¡¯s over, umbut the sons of the Du familyshould be finehahait¡¯s fine"

    Lin Feng listened to Zhang Xinde's words and asked with some confusion: "How many sons of the Du family? Are they all powerful?"

    Zhang Xinde nodded and said with a serious face: "Although Du Shilong's physical body has five levels of divine power, Lin Rong can deal with it. Du Shihu, Du Shilong's younger brother, has always kept a low profile. This person is the person that Du Wei has always wanted to cultivate as his teacher.  I was lucky enough to meet him once, but it was a year ago. At that time, he was already at the fifth level of divine power in the physical body, and his strength at that time was not as good as Lin Zheng and Lin Rong now. I can't meet him again in this year, but I can be sure that his strength will be  This is another big improvement. It seems that he will be Dewey's trump card in seizing power and the focus of this year's martial arts competition. If you really meet him, remember to be careful and don't fight head-on."

    Lin Feng frowned slightly when he heard this, and asked: "Master, are you worried that your apprentice will confront him? Don't worry, master, my apprentice is very knowledgeable."

    Zhang Xinde nodded repeatedly and said: "It can be said that if there is only one Du Shihu, I don't have to worry so much as a teacher. It's just that there will be many masters gathering by then. Although our Jin country is a small country, these hundred or so people still need to be found."  Come to think of it, I am worried that you will not be able to pass all the way and reach the final battle. As long as you can persist to the end, even if you lose to Du Shihu in the end, you can gain fame by being among the top few, and it will be worth it."

    Hearing Zhang Xinde¡¯s words, Lin Feng smiled and said, ¡°Master, you don¡¯t have to worry about this.To be able to survive through the pool of thunder is not something that ordinary people can compare to. Dad, master, don't worry about me. Okay, it's getting late. 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, even when he was lying on the bed, he didn't want to put the sword down.  Lin Feng carefully polished the dragon sword.

    Lin Feng watched 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 rang in his ears again. He couldn't help but become irritated and said: "What on earth are you, an immortal weapon? I really  I want to see your true face."

    Lin Feng turned around while holding the dragon sword 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  , then let me give you a name! Do you think it would be better to call it Xue Po?"

    Lin Feng himself didn't know why he thought of the two unrelated words "Xue Po" at this time. They were not the same word, and they had no meaning. However, these two words seemed to have been buried in his heart for many years.  .

    Hearing this name, the dragon sword trembled slightly. Lin Feng was stunned and said: "Do you think this name is not domineering? Okay, what about the dragon soul?"

    The next day, Lin Feng got up early. He couldn't help himself, so he ran straight to Lin Rong's room. Outside the door, he knocked loudly on the door and shouted: "Hey, Lin Rong, Lin Rong, wake up."  Already"

    At this time, Lin Rong happened to return to his room and saw Lin Feng knocking on the door. He immediately thought that he had made a mistake and quickly wiped his eyes and said, "Master, is this really you? Are you calling me?"

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

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

    Hearing this, Lin Feng rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Okay, you slave, so you want to leave my Lin family so much, tell me, how could I, Lin Feng, be bad to you?"

    Lin Rong shrank down and said with a smile: "The young master has nothing to say about his kindness to me." Lin Rong stopped laughing when he said this, looked at Lin Feng seriously, and looked helpless, and said: "Just  No wonder the young master is so capable. Young master, why do you think you are progressing so fast? Now, I am almost useless, so before I can't protect the young master at all, I have to find a way out. You  Say yes, young master?" Lin Rong said, patting Lin Feng's shoulder lightly, and then sighed deeply, as if he really wanted to say goodbye.

    Lin Feng was stunned at first, then burst out laughing and said, "If you keep pretending, I'll beat you into a bastard." Lin Feng raised his fist and was about to hit Lin Rong.

    Lin Rong quickly took a step back and said, "Is it okay to be a turtle?"

    Lin Feng said: "It's up to you. Let's go. Go and ask for the young master."

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

    Lin Feng tapped Lin Rong's shoulder with his fist and said, "Zheng Shao is more reliable." After saying that, he followed Zheng Shao and walked straight towards the door.

    Lin Rong followed behind, looking aggrieved, and muttered: "Hmph I think the most unreliable person is you. You are really a top-notch young master."
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