Thanks, Endless Still, Brother Fei, the tired world 1. Hungry wolf 258, Nanyin, Yamamoto, Hanhan, Old Man, Taoqi, Zhaozhao, apples, and different rewards.

I really want to know who Brother Fei is and the nickname Zhaozhao is, haha.

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Practice is never an easy thing.

Lin Fan deeply understood this truth in these four years.

He knew that the standard for measuring strength was not just the level of his own realm. Among the formal disciples of the Fuxue Sect, Xiang Tian and Ren Family Association were similar to their own realm, so powerful means were the only standard for measuring the level of his own.

He spent five days to calculate the last move of "Seventy-Two Swords of the Snow" and then got a lot of complicated results.

This result did not satisfy him, because even if the Ren family was extremely flexible, it would be difficult to complete all the steps step by step in a short period of time.

This was something Lin Fan had never thought of before, and how to simplify these steps so that the Ren family could do these things became his problem.

For this reason, the evening became the time to answer questions and answer questions.

Faced with Lin Fan's endless questions, Ye Ningshuang's answer was extremely simple but incisive: "Whether the straight line is closest, the shortest time is, so what you need to do is to brute forcefully crack around the straight line."

Lin Fan was speechless and suddenly realized the truth.

After the conversation, Ye Ningshuang started to finish her meal and did not ask why Lin Fan asked about these things, because the discussion between the two in the past four years was too ordinary and ordinary.

After breakfast, Lin Fan began a crazy cracking journey of sometimes contemplative and sometimes laughing wildly. It was not until the dusk beam hit the courtyard that he let out a breath of turbid air.

Then, he wrote a letter with ten pages of paper, which was naturally the answer needed by the Ren Family Club.

But the Ren Family will read this letter for a whole night after receiving it.

It was not until the dawn that he put down the letter, his fat cheeks filled with indescribable shock.

At first, accepting this deal was just like Lin Fan convinced him. He needed to be a living horse once, otherwise he would not have a chance of winning against Xiang Tian.

Lin Fan was indeed one day late for the answer, which made the Ren family, who had no hope, do enough psychological construction of being ridiculed by his fellow disciples after being defeated.

But Lin Fan's letter came late after this psychological construction was completed.

The content in the letter was very complicated. The various lines and patterns of landing made Ren's family completely unaware of what their meaning was. For this reason, he spent two hours guessing what the lines drawn by Lin Fan meant.

After he understood, he had an illusion that how could such a thing be accomplished by the little blind man? It must be the work of his senior sister Ye Ningshuang!

However, the Ren family, who had a relationship with Ye Ningshuang, would understand what kind of cold Ye Ningshuang was, and how could she care about such nostalgic business?

Could it be that the little blind man's work is really the work?

If so, this matter would be too incredible and too incredible.

For this reason, the little fat Ren Jiahui had to take a deep breath.

He understood what kind of glorious history Fuxuemen had, and also understood how many predecessors had thought about "The Seventy-Two Swords of Fuxue" had passed.

Even if it is just a theoretical solution, it is enough to raise Lin Fan's position in his heart to the clouds.

The little fat Ren Family Association decided on this. Even if he lost the big competition, the theoretical cracking method was not successful. He would give Lin Fan the spirit stone.

Because he needs such talents, his family needs them even more!

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Fuxuemen holds three major competitions every year, with the time points being the beginning of the year and the end of the year.

If a formal disciple wants to become an inner disciple, he needs to win three masters, which is one of the reasons why there are so few inner disciples of the Fuxue Sect.

Today, the sky is clear and cloudless. The snow-covered gate's early year is coming, and formal disciples who are already ready to play together in the martial arts tower, and the curtain of fierce battles has been completely opened.

Lin Fan also opened the curtains of the cottage at the same time, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and after dressing neatly, he sneezes, and then felt his head heavy. I don’t know if it was caused by excessive use of his brain recently, but he didn’t think much about it and quickly prepared breakfast.

Soon, Lin Fan finished his work and delivered a sumptuous breakfast to the big house. As usual, the moment the wooden chopsticks and porcelain bowls touched, Ye Ningshuang came to the dining table accurately.

"Is it a big competition at the beginning of the year?" Lin Fan asked after taking a sip of millet porridge.

Ye Ningshuang nodded and wondered: "Why did you start to care about this?"

"The Ren family and I made a deal. If he wins Xiang Tian, ​​I will get a lot of Yuanshi, so I will naturally have to care about it."

Ye Ningshuang raised her eyebrows, and finally gnawed the steamed bun and did not continue to speak.

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At this time, a gust of cold wind blew under the Yanwu Tower.

The official disciples of the Fuxue Sect who were divided into dozens of pairs of fighting tried their best to win the best ranking, but the first one to end the battle was naturally Xiang Tian and Ren Family Meeting.

The two ended the battle almost at the same time, and then looked at each other from afar, both of them saw the fighting spirit in each other's eyes!

The competition continued, and Xiang Tian and Ren Family will easily defeat their opponents again, causing bursts of exclamations.

Many disciples who were eliminated or were not qualified to participate in the competition have begun to whisper. The topic is undoubtedly whether the Ren family will succeed in revenge, or whether Xiang Tian continues to be as strong as ever, climbing the third floor of the Snow Mountain to become an inner disciple.

In addition to them, some elders and teachers of the Fuxue Sect are undoubtedly paying attention to these two sons most, so that other fierce competitions seem to have been overshadowed.

After breakfast, Lin Fan, who went to the nine-story book pavilion to clean, was also overshadowed.

He still couldn't understand the book "Theory of Spiritual Roots" he first came into contact with. Over the past four years, he would occasionally come up and read it again, hoping to understand the meaning of those lines, because after all, he is an ethereal root, and he hopes to find some better ways here.

The tragedy seemed to be subconsciously forgotten by him, but in fact, he practiced so hard, besides curing his illness, he understood that the future Fuxue Sect would never be as calm as it is now. He did not expect that he could have the ability to protect Ye Ningshuang in the future, but at least he would not drag her back.

However, he used the accumulated four years of knowledge to watch "Theory of Spiritual Roots" again but still gained nothing.

For this reason, Lin Fan became stubborn. He began to use memory to imitate the lines in his mind, and then repeatedly imitated and outlined them with pen and paper, as if he would not give up until he read some meaning today.

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The competition is at noon and the schedule is halfway.

In addition to the Ren family and Xiang Tian showing absolute strength, the remaining disciples fought very hard.

It was also noon, and Lin Fan was shouted by Sun Degan to come and have lunch together.

Lin Fan has become accustomed to this kind of treatment, and Sun Degan seems to have only one friend like Lin Fan. However, Lin Fan never talks about practice, and Sun Degan always talks about practice intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wants to arouse his interest.

After lunch, Lin Fan returned to the Nine-Story Book Pavilion again, recalling the lines in his mind, and inexplicably thought that when he analyzed the last sword of "The Seventy-Two Swords of the Snow", he also used lines instead of the trajectory of the vitality.

Could it be that these lines are also the trajectory of vitality?

But the name of this book is "Theory of Spiritual Roots". Spiritual roots are human talents. What does it have to do with vitality?

While Lin Fan was thinking about these lines, Ren Jiahui was thinking about the lines given to him by Lin Fan.

These lines are his only reliance today. He doesn't know whether he can defeat Xiang Tian, ​​but he is confident that he can fulfill all the instructions outlined by Lin Fan.

When he and Xiang Tian climbed into the restricted arena of the final competition without any suspense, there was a silence on the second floor of the cliff, as if only the cold wind whistled by his ears.

Dozens of elders of the Fuxue Sect stood up one after another, obviously they had been looking forward to this battle for a long time.

The two stood in confrontation. As the elder gently dropped his hand, Xiang Tian, ​​who looked handsome, came out of the cold water sword in his hand. With a light sound, many formal disciples felt a powerful energy breaking out of Xiang Tian's body.

Ren Jiahui, who had fought with Xiang Tian several times, also showed his sword, but his sword was too short and he was too fat. This visual difference immediately made the atmosphere of the decisive battle slow down, and someone actually laughed out loud in the audience.

The Ren Jiahui has long been used to this kind of laughter, but he still hates this kind of laughter, so a hint of cruelty appeared on his fat cheeks. Today he was determined to let these laughters come to an abrupt end.

The moment Xiang Tian’s vitality forced out of his body, the long sword covered with talismans in his hand gently swung forward.

Once he made a move, it was the last move of "Seventy-Two Swords of the Snow Covered Snow". Obviously, he did not intend to give the Ren family any chance.

The Ren Family Association seemed to have been prepared. When his sword fell in mid-air, his fat body rushed up like a cat, extremely agile.

Only a afterimage flashed in front of people's eyes, and then they subconsciously exclaimed, obviously worried about the Ren Family Hui's choice.

The last move of "Seventy-Two Swords of Snow Covered Snow" is a sword skill with a huge coverage. If you want to survive in this kind of sword skill, the only way is to stick to yourself and make yourself a reef and let yourself be beaten. As long as it is majestic and unstoppable, it is fine.

The Ren family will choose to sprint, and it seems that the only ending is to be destroyed by the sword energy until his body is in scattered and he is unable to fight again.

But no one knew that a little blind man had calculated the order of the sword energy burst out from Xiang Tian's sword, as well as the strength level.

A cold light flashed across the short sword in Ren Jiahui's hand, first breaking a sword energy, then his right foot suddenly exerted force, and his fat body instantly rotated in place, spinning 360 degrees like a top.

While avoiding several sword energy, the vitality in Ren Jiahui's body was already boiling.

His eyes were unwavering, and the short sword broke through eighteen sword energy in his hands.

This sudden scene made everyone's screams start to elongate, and dozens of elders and teachers were shocked.

At this moment, the Ren family came to Xiang Tian like a bamboo shoot. This was undoubtedly something no one could imagine.

At this time, a look of surprise appeared in his pupils by Xiang Tian, ​​an opponent of the Ren Family Association. When this color appeared, all the vitality in his body burst out, and the Hanshui Sword buzzed, and the sword energy in front of him condensed into substance, attacking the Ren Family Association like a tide.

At this time, the Ren family had no way out. He bravely faced the challenge with the short sword through his footsteps. The sword energy wave in front of him was worn by him, but his clothes suddenly shattered.

Scars began to appear on his fat belly, and sword energy after sword energy outlined the spider web with blood marks on his body, which seemed terrible.

But he came to Xiang Tian, ​​with a strange smile on his face, and his plump and tender body hit Xiang Tian's body hard!

There was a loud bang of "Boom!"

Xiang Tian, ​​who was completely caught off guard, fell from the ring like a short-term kite.

The sound of amazement was like Xiang Tian's sword just now, like a tide. The fat Ren family, wearing a pair of white shorts but torn into several rags, stood proudly, completely ignoring his injuries and image, and shouted with all his strength!

He won!
Chapter completed!