As night falls, the bright starlight plates the white snow with a layer of starlight. The entire snow-covered mountain seems to be wearing a cloak of the gods and shines in the dark night.

Lin Fan came to the mountain road with a broken sword, waiting under an old tree that had already dried up, hoping that the financial host he had hoped could come.

The financial owner is undoubtedly a very famous figure among the official disciples of the Fuxue Sect.

The Ren Family Meeting received Lin Fan's letter. After reading it carefully, he was skeptical about the content of Lin Fan's letter. However, Lin Fan's entry-level identity was Ye Ningshuang's servant, and Ye Ningshuang was the senior sister of Fuxue Sect. At this point, it was worth seeing him.

When you come to the mountain road, the Ren family will step on the star-studded white snow and make a heavy "cry, creaking" sound.

Lin Fan only heard this sound and knew that the Ren Jiahui weighed about 200 kilograms. He couldn't help but think that if this guy was a fat man, why would he be famous for his agile and weird sword skills?

The Ren Family Meeting was indeed a fat man, and the formal green disciple dressed in tight clothes, which highlighted his round belly.

Under the stars, his harmless face of the livestock looked very ordinary, and it seemed that only the calluses on the inside of his fat hands could prove that he was really a master of swords.

The voice went from far to near, and Lin Fan turned his head. Although he couldn't see the Ren Jiahui's appearance, he knew that he was standing in front of him.

The Ren family looked at Lin Fan and spoke directly to the topic: "Does it mean the elder sister, or your own?"

Lin Fan said honestly: "What I mean by myself."

After hearing this, Ren Jiahui's tender cheeks appeared with disappointment. If it weren't for Ye Ningshuang's intention, then why would this little blind man in front of him help him defeat Xiang Tian?

So he turned around and left, and the heavy sound of stepping on the snow reached Lin Fan's ears again.

Lin Fan was not in a hurry, but leaned on the mottled tree trunk, shook off the falling snow on the treetops, and said slowly: "The Seventy-Two Swords of Snow Covered Snow" is the strongest way for formal disciples to learn. Haven't you learned the last move?"

Ren Jiahui's pace was slightly slow, but thinking that this kind of thing was known to everyone in the Fuxue Sect, it naturally could not be a reason for him to stop, so he continued to move forward.

Lin Fan said again: "The realm is the same and the means are slightly weak. This is not something that cannot be surpassed in a short period of time. I have a way to break the last move of the Seventy-Two Swords of the Filing Snow!"

The Ren Jiahui's fat cheeks showed anger. He turned around and wanted to roar because Lin Fan's words were too bragging and even too despised the powerful sword skills of the Fuxue Sect!

Lin Fan is indeed suspected of bragging. Although he is familiar with "The Seventy-Two Swords of the Snow" and has been studying various ways to crack and improve various moves in recent years, he has never personally tried it. It is just that he believes that his theory is absolutely valid in theory.

He was also extremely confident, so he ignored the Ren family's anger and said quickly: "The Seventy-Two Swords of the Snow" is originally a spiritual-level sword skill. Even if people in the Yuan realm perform well, they will not be perfect. The flaws can naturally be grasped, but the only way is to break through."

The Ren family, who was already a little angry, frowned.

"The Seventy-Two Swords of the Snow" is the most powerful method that formal disciples can learn, and the last sword of the Seventy-Two Swords is naturally the strongest sword.

He had never learned this sword, but was defeated by this sword, so he had been thinking about how to break this sword.

The conclusion was that unless he also learned to use this sword to fight, it would be impossible to crack it.

However, if we say that the spiritual cultivation of the formal disciple is not enough to make the last sword of Fu Xue Seventy-Two Swords majestic and perfect, it is possible to adjust the pace and break through hard through a few levels, and break through hard is indeed the only way to crack it.

However, how to break through requires a lot of accurate calculations to force the sword energy to exert the time and speed, and then calculate the speed of the sword energy in layers, and then adjust your own pace through these adjustments.

Although the Ren Family Association does not think that Lin Fan has this ability, since Lin Fan has such an opinion, what's the point of listening to his words?

But Lin Fan did not speak again.

He really needs Yuan Shi and hopes to make a fortune from Ren Jiahui. However, if the Ren Jiahui cannot understand after he tells the assumption of this theory, it means that even if he teaches him, he cannot do it.

The Ren family looked at the little blind man with black cloth in front of him, took a deep breath, put down his face and asked, "How to break through?"

Lin Fan replied: "This varies from person to person. If you accept the transaction, I will deliver the answer to you soon. But I said that if you don't succeed, why not just be a living horse once?"

The Ren family would say neatly: "Okay, how many Yuan stones?"

Lin Fan leaned against the old tree and stretched out two fingers under the starlight.

"Two hundred? OK, the deal is completed!" Ren Jiahui did not hesitate. In his opinion, the price of 200 yuan stones gave him hope to block Xiang Tian. This transaction was acceptable.

However, Lin Fan quickly shook his head and said, "Two thousand!"

A look of incredible expression appeared on Ren Jiahui's fat face, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why?"

Lin Fan explained: "Because what I give you is not a hope, but a two-way choice between success and failure. If you successfully defeat Xiang Tian, ​​you will naturally be worth 2,000 yuan stones. If you don't defeat him, I will not take any penny, and I think it's fair."

The Ren family raised their eyebrows and asked softly: "How much confidence do you have?"

Lin Fan shook his head and said, "It depends on how flexible you are." Obviously, in the last move of cracking the seventy-two swords of Fuxue, flexibility is crucial.

"Among the official disciples of the Fuxue Sect, no one is more flexible than me." The Ren family will be proud.

Lin Fan laughed, "But you are very fat."

Ren Jiahui's face suddenly looked a little ugly, and he could only say: "It doesn't hinder flexibility."

Lin Fan first said 'oh' and said, "Okay, then do you accept this deal?"

The Ren family asked: "When will I get the answer?"

"Five days later."

"Okay, then in five days." The Ren family finally decided to bleed a lot, thinking about the bold statement he made when he lost at the end of last year.

Lin Fan smiled, and the dimples on the corner of his left cheek and mouth were slightly deeper.

The Ren family would look at his smile and say, "Has anyone ever told you that you look very hateful when you smile, little blind?"

Lin Fan continued to smile, but replied, "Has anyone ever told you that you are not old but you are very annoying, little fat man?"

At this time, the stars suddenly lit up in the sky, illuminating the cheeks of the two men in the snow-covered mountain road. They were silent for a while, and then parted ways.

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The next morning, Lin Fan woke up on time and prepared breakfast as mechanically.

But as soon as I walked into the yard, I heard the sound of the door opening of the big house and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Ye Ningshuang's voice came quickly, and she said, "My master took some good medicine yesterday and came to try it."

Lin Fan was immediately dejected.

Over the past four years, Ye Ningshuang has been using external plaster to try to refine qi with Lin Fan and attack Lin Fan's body inside and outside, but it seems that the effect is not obvious and a lot of black cloth has been wasted.

The reason why Lin Fan was depressed was that before applying the medicine, he had to wash his eyes with some kind of water, which was extremely painful in the process.

"Hurry, don't be too slow." Ye Ningshuang's voice came again.

Lin Fan had no choice but to walk into the big house and sit on the wooden bench honestly.

Ye Ningshuang untied the black cloth in front of him, then carefully washed his hands, and brought a basin of red water and placed it in front of Lin Fan.

"Open your eyes."

Lin Fan opened his eyes.

"Don't call."

Lin Fan screamed because it hurts so much.

The stinging sensation did not last long. It was obvious that Ye Ningshuang was extremely skilled in this. After cleaning Lin Fan's eyes, she tied the black cloth that she had already prepared for her.

After bringing the black cloth, Lin Fan quickly wiped his cold sweat and said, "Is it over?"

"Well, remember to come back tonight and tell me what it feels like to take medicine."

Lin Fan nodded and stood up, walked out of the big house, and began the morning as usual.

However, after breakfast, Lin Fan did not go to Wanshu Pavilion. What he was going to today was the martial arts tower where the official disciple practiced.

The Yanwu Tower is located in the second floor of the cliff of Fuxue Mountain. Because Fuxue Gate is located in the far north, the disciples naturally need a relatively warm place to practice martial arts, which was built.

Lin Fan took over the cleaning work here when he started studying the scriptures a year ago because he needed to verify each other to learn more intuitively.

Therefore, it was not abrupt that Lin Fan appeared here. As usual, he picked up a broom and a rag to start cleaning, but today he needed to stay at the A-Yi Room on the top floor for a while.

There are many separate independent spaces on the top floor of the Yanwu Tower. Most of these spaces are set up by the elders of the Kuxue Sect, and they can be allowed to practice by their disciples.

A Yi is naturally the serial number, and the master is Xiang Tian, ​​who is the first in the official disciple.

Lin Fan pushed open the door of Room A No. 1, then turned around and closed the door, and began to grop. He easily touched many sword marks on a hard stone wall.

So Lin Fan concentrated his mind, the colors condensed, and a vivid picture appeared in front of him.

He did not go to see the person who performed his sword skills, but looked carefully at the long sword covered with long texts and his heart swayed when he forced his sword energy out.

The last move of "Seventy-Two Swords of Snow Covered" is extremely powerful. The sword energy activated by vitality pounces on the wall, adding nearly a thousand new scars.

Lin Fan watched repeatedly and could tell the order of each sword energy, and the scars on the wall were deep and shallow, which meant that the sword energy was strong and weak.

At these two points, Lin Fan could make some judgments, and he began to mutter something.
Chapter completed!