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    Chapter 27 North-South Competition After thinking about it for a while, Lin He felt that the old man must be reminding himself that if you have good things, you must hide them well to avoid being remembered.  These words should be well-intentioned. With his current cultivation level, there is indeed this danger.  Anyone who comes to the Golden Core stage and is interested in Black Turtle Shield or Chasing Lightning may find an opportunity when no one is around to kill people and seize the treasure.  You still have to listen to what the old man said. Even though the dissatisfaction with Lao Ge still dominates his heart, Lin He is more afraid of death, so he is still willing to accept such words.  Lao Ge was still where he was, drinking slowly and secretly feeling proud of himself.  "I'm so old, but I actually picked up a treasure. It's really God's blessing. It's not a big deal to reach the sixth level of Qi training in just three months. The key is that this kid is so lucky that he has the divine fire in his soul.  The refined body was not visible last time, which means it was a recent adventure." Lao Ge said to himself, feeling jealous of Lin He's good luck.  The inner divine fire is the nameless divine fire. This kind of fire can no longer be described as rare. After living for thousands of years, Lao Ge has never seen this thing.  If Lin He's physical reaction wasn't exactly consistent with what was recorded on a certain jade slip, Lao Ge wouldn't believe that such a thing actually existed in the world.  Legend has it that more than a thousand years ago, a master of cultivation named Guangchengzi possessed the spiritual fire. It is said that the fire of this fire came from outside the sky, and then Guangchengzi combined the three flavors of true fire with his own thousand-year Hunyuan to form it.  Lin He simply didn't know that for a cultivator, the body that had been tempered by the spiritual fire would no longer have any problem of whether to build the foundation or not. At the ninth level of Qi training, as long as he could withstand the catastrophe, he could build the foundation.  That¡¯s it.  It can be said that Lin He has actually passed the first difficulty for cultivators.  Moreover, in the future practice process, Lin He's body will convert spiritual energy into Hunyuan much faster than a normal cultivator. Otherwise, how could this kid enter the "trance" state so casually? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? "It seems that we have to keep an eye on this kid from now on, otherwise we will suffer a big loss if he is killed." The more Lao Ge thought about it, the more proud he became. He had just placed a spiritual thought on Lin He. He could know where this kid went.  .  Lin He found a corner where no one was, and instead of meditating, he lay on the grass and looked at the stars.  The stars were so bright tonight. Lin He looked at the stars in the sky like twinkling eyes. There must be stars transformed into his parents looking at him.  Unconsciously, Lin He had tears in his eyes.  In this world, Lin He is so lonely.  Lin He firmly believed that his parents must be gone. If they were not gone, they would have come back to find him long ago.  On the second day of the twelfth lunar month, the north and south of Wanxiu Mountain became lively almost at the same time. More than 500 people from Nanzong set off from Yuntai Peak, flying swords turned into streaks of light and headed north quickly.  Of course, there are also people who take their time, and this person is Lin He.  The flying sword couldn't be used. Chasing lightning was too distracting, and he was afraid of being noticed by others, so he had to use his old method of flying with a paper kite.  Of course, the current paper kite is still different from the previous ones. After Lin He's cultivation level was improved, the speed of the re-tempered paper kite increased several times.  It has some shortcomings compared to flying swords, but it's not too slow.  At the end of an hour, it doesn't matter if the brothers at the same level are ten or eight miles behind.  "If someone is watching from the sky at this time, they will see phantoms flying rapidly over Wanxiu Mountain, both in the north and south. The scene of thousands of people flying with swords together is truly spectacular.  The North-South Competition is a very serious matter. Lin He's slow pace undoubtedly ruined the atmosphere a bit. There was Lao Ge behind this guy, so the seniors just pretended not to see it.  Maybe he will have to call Lin He "junior brother" in the future. Lao Ge's status is too special.  The two sects from the north and the south each landed in the long valley. A small stream in the middle served as the dividing line, and each occupied one end.  Wan Zhongshan, the leader of the Southern Sect, walked to the stream, and Wan Junling, the leader of the Northern Sect, also walked over, and they held hands across the stream.  Speaking of them, they are blood brothers. For the sake of the position of the sect leader, they don't care about any family ties.  "This year's competition follows the same old rules. Let's see how the young disciples of the northern and southern sects performed." Everyone is too familiar with it, and there is nothing to talk nonsense about.  The organizers of the annual competition are the ten elders. These ten elders are all the senior brothers of the previous sect leader. In terms of strength, they are in the Nascent Soul stage, and they may not be able to do more than the Wan family brothers.  But they are senior and have many disciples, so everyone has to give them face.  As for Lao Ge, an alternative, he never cares about the affairs within the sect.  Fight whether you like it or not, out of sight and out of mind.  Lao Ge has watched both sides grow up. Since they want to fight, no one will help.  An elder held a roll call and called the disciples from the North Sect first. The ten disciples who went to battle arrived, and then it was the turn of the South Sect.  "Wan Yumeng, Yun Xiangyi, Si Zilong, Lin He!" When Lin He was asked, no one agreed. The elder's face wasSuddenly, he raised his voice and said, "Lin He!" "Coming, coming!" Lin He, who was far away, heard the voice and quickly agreed.  The paper kite flies very fast in the air and looks very clumsy.  This scene seemed very funny in Wanxiu Clan, which was full of swordsmen.  The Beizong disciples all laughed when they saw this, and one of them laughed very wildly, making a loud hahahaha sound, which attracted the attention of many people.  This boy's appearance is good, much better than Lin He, not inferior to Si Zilong.  "Smile, you won't be able to laugh anymore." Yun Xiangyi made a sarcastic sound, and a lewd smile appeared on the man's face. He laughed and said: "Women named Yun, don't think that you are great after reaching the ninth level of Qi training. I will see you later.  Let you know how powerful it is." That look was really not an ordinary one. Yun Xiangyi glanced at him disdainfully and said, "Wan Housheng, please pray to God for blessings, and you will draw Lin He later." Yun Xiangyi said to Lin He.  He was full of confidence. Lin He, who was at the third level of Qi training, almost killed her, let alone the sixth level.  Wan Housheng Dingtian is at the ninth level of Qi training. As the only son of Wan Junling, he naturally enjoys the most resources in Beizong.  In comparison, Yun Xiangyi did not have as many resources as him, and he was now at level nine. Of course, he had reasons to look down on him.  "Just this kid? Haha, it seems that Beizong will definitely win this year's confrontation between new talents." A young disciple next to Wan Housheng also said with a smile. After hearing this, Wan Yumeng stepped forward and said: "Want to win? You have to ask  The sword in my hand." Before the game even started, the two sides began to argue. As the senior brother, Si Zilong also stepped forward to help. However, his status as a senior brother is unstable now, and he speaks harshly to show his strength.  The prestige is still there.  "Ma Shangxian, it seems that I didn't hurt you last time. You'd better not hit me today. Then I'll let you know what it means to be miserable!" At this time, Lin He came over slowly. He was flying with a paper kite just now, and he was really behind.  After a while, he cupped his hands in a somewhat embarrassed manner and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm late." "Lin He, stand here." Yun Xiangyi waved Lin He over, and Lin He came over.  At that moment, this girl actually spoke in his ear: "The guys across from you were laughing at you just now. Let's go back to the game and show them some color." The hot air sprayed in his ears, and Lin He felt itchy and comfortable. What was terrible was that this girl actually took advantage of the opportunity.  Without noticing, Lin He stretched out his tongue and licked his earlobe. Now Lin He couldn't bear it anymore and his whole neck turned red. Fortunately, it seemed to outsiders that he was shy and not used to talking to women like this.  Normally, Lin He would be scolded by his master for being late. Of course, the Beizong would not miss this opportunity to ridicule him.  Wan Junling said to Wan Zhongshan: "It seems that the disciples of the Southern Sect are very powerful. This kind of thing also comes out to compete." Wan Zhongshan had no expression on his face, but he was secretly sneering in his heart. He will know how powerful he is when they fight.  He said calmly: "Nan Sect has always been willing to give young disciples opportunities." The implication is that it is enough to send anyone randomly, don't send the best.  At this time, the quarrel between the disciples on both sides became even fiercer. The participating disciples stood in front and started to spray each other, followed by hundreds of disciples who were watching the battle. On the contrary, Lin He, the protagonist who caused the trouble, stood quietly in the corner.  "Don't make any noise!" The elder who called the roll shouted angrily, like a thunder, and the scene fell silent immediately.  "Draw lots!" The elder waved his hand, and the box was brought up. The participating disciples on both sides stood in a row, waiting for the box to be brought in front of them, and stretched out their hands to draw a lot.  The Rookie Competition has always been a warm-up for the North-South competition, and the real competition is later.  Therefore, the eight masters on both sides will not appear at this time, which would be a loss of points.  Only the goalkeepers from both sides came to hold the line.  "The first match, Wan Housheng vs. Lin He!" When the elder shouted, everyone was stunned. God is so generous.  What¡¯s interesting is that the disciples of both the northern and southern sects are very happy. Lin He¡¯s appearance looks like a rookie. The northern sect has no reason to be unhappy. It is estimated that the fastest one to end today is Lin He¡¯s confrontation with Wan Housheng.  "Torture him to death, senior brother!" A group of female disciples from the Beizong screamed, as if they saw Lin He trembling under Wan Housheng's sword energy.  The Nanzong side is also very happy. When it comes to defensive ability, among the Nanzong disciples, Lin He ranks second and no one dares to rank first.  Wan Housheng was undoubtedly the best player among the younger generation of Beizong. He would be unlucky to face Lin He. Even if he could win, he would be exhausted to death.  With Lin He's methods, this game will definitely end last, and then he will be able to ridicule his opponent to his heart's content.  It's exciting to think about a ninth-level master playing against a third-level player (many people still don't know that Lin He has advanced) and encountering Lin He's rich tactics.  Even if Lin He loses, it won't be a shame. If Wan Housheng loses, it will be a shame.  Yun Xiangyi took Lin He's hand, came closer again and whispered: "Beat him, and I'll accompany him for three days. You can do whatever you want." Lin He was frightened. Lin He heard that Wan Housheng's voice was the same as the one he heard last time.  The Beizong disciple in the valley who went back to bring reinforcements.  Yun Xiangyi must be holding a grudge, no???It's not like I have to spend so much money.  The consequences of offending a woman are terrible!
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