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After the first day competition, some companies were happy and some were sad.

As the biggest winner of the ten consecutive victories, Lin Fan was surrounded by several familiar disciples such as Xiang Ming and Chen Yan and returned to Jiading Street. It was just a person Lin Fan couldn't stand. The group of people shouted all the way: "We want to go up the mountain, we want to go up the mountain..."

Obviously, the excitement brought to them by the competition has not yet passed.

Lin Fan was really not excited because he only said ten words of tolerance and won ten martial arts games. Not only was he not excited, but he felt a little embarrassed.

Lin Fan never thought he was worthy of the word "Mr. He felt that what he did in the outer school these days was actually very ordinary.

But he didn't understand that the outer disciples were actually the most insecure person in a sect.

They are like people on the edge of the sect stepping on the edge of a cliff. They will fall off the cliff if they are accidentally killed and will never have the chance to practice sacredly.

Lin Fan believes that his experience was just a casual sharing, which is actually very important to every outer disciple.

After he punched the outer deacon Li Quan, his hard practice will naturally lead to the idea that Lin Fan is already so strong and still works so hard, what reason can we slack off?

Before he knew it, Lin Fan had actually become a role model for the three thousand outer disciples of the outer sect.

But at this moment, Lin Fan didn't understand this. He just grinned, listened to the shouts of Chen Yan and others, and swept away the gloom in his heart before.

"We want to go up the mountain." It seems just an ordinary word.

But as he listened, Lin Fan felt that this simple sentence contained countless expectations and hopes from outside disciples for him. For this expectation and hope, they had put in countless sweat and hard work.

The competition is the moment of sweat and hard work of the school inspection. But the more I think so, Lin Fan feels that what I won today is really unfair.

But obviously Chen Yan and Xiang Ming both thought that Lin Fan won too casually today, and perhaps today's competition will become a legend passed down by word of mouth by outer disciples in the future.

And they are witnesses to legends.

This excitement was not stopped until after supper. When the dusk drooped slightly, the entire inner door fell into silence.

After returning to Lao She, Chen Yan pounced on the bed and fell asleep. Lin Fan sat at the dining table that was slightly faded. Looking at the street bathed in the sunset but was empty, the corners of his mouth began to rise involuntarily.

He liked the picture in front of him very much, and also enjoyed the subtle snoring from the old house opposite him, which made him feel inexplicably fulfilled.

But he suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave, reluctant to leave this seemingly dilapidated old house, reluctant to leave Jiading Street in front of him, and reluctant to leave his friends at the outside door.

This reluctance seems a bit narcissistic, but Lin Fan obviously didn't notice it because he thought he would be drawn out in this competition because he had the strength.

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On the third day of the outer sect competition, only one hundred people were left of the three thousand disciples of the outer sect. These hundred people will compete for a limited three seats, and the battle situation is getting worse and worse.

The people in charge of the Fuxue Sect on the big mahogany chair are still present today. Ye Ningshuang is still wearing white clothes, so cold that it makes people dare not look at her. Then, just like the two days ago, she easily found Lin Fan among the dense crowd and nodded slightly to show encouragement.

Lin Fan smiled gently in response.

After the two of them had their little moves, the third day competition kicked off with the sound of the horn.

Lin Fan stepped into the ring again. He knew that no one would ask him to say the words: "Take the ball." He wanted to win the championship and it was time to be a real sword.

However, the fact was not what Lin Fan expected.

Lin Fan's first opponent came to him, took off the white sand from his arm without any hesitation, and said in extreme disgust: "I don't want to fight you."

The whole audience was in an uproar, and obviously most people were like Lin Fan, believing that in the competition of 100 people, it was impossible for anyone to abstain from the power.

But when I think about it, I feel relieved. The competition among hundreds of people must first enter the top ten before the real desperate moment. At this time, each person still has ten competitions. So giving up Lin Fan is not out of gratitude and respect, but preserving his strength, which is naturally extremely wise.

Lin Fan was speechless, scratched his head, and then heard the familiar and weak deacon shouting: "Lin Fan is victorious, next."

Lin Fan's second opponent walked onto the ring, and this time Lin Fan was a little injured.

His opponent didn't even say a word, and took off the white sand from his arms cleanly and walked off the ring.

Immediately afterwards, the third, fourth, four or five..., one more solemn, and seemed to attach great importance to the next big competition, but they all picked off the white sand quickly.

Soon, Lin Fan won ten consecutive victories again and successfully entered the top ten.

There was a burst of laughter under the ring, and the people in charge of the Fuxue Sect on the big mahogany chair each had their own thoughts.

It would be fine if they abstained during the primary election. It was already the time when a hundred people were competing. There were so many disciples who chose to abstain. Are they afraid of Lin Fan or really respect Lin Fan?

No matter what point it is, the inertia of such easy-to-give up must be curbed.

However, Zhao Qingshi, the head teacher who has always paid the most attention to his disciples, did not make any comments, so there is no need to say much to many elders.

When Lin Fan walked off the arena, it was Chen Yan's time to go on the beating.

The two smiled relaxedly and their fists touched each other, but Lin Fan noticed the tension in Chen Yan's cheeks.

Chen Yan has been a disciple of the Fuxue Sect for three years and has never entered the competition for more than a hundred people. This time it was the best time for him to compete for the best, but he still wanted to be better!

However, this time the opponent was a strong outside player. Although Chen Yan tried his best, he was defeated in the end. However, he was still honored even though he was defeated. It can be seen that Chen Yan's progress was extremely obvious.

After Chen Yan was eliminated, Lin Fan became a spectator with peace of mind and no longer raised his arms.

The intensity of the competition among the hundreds of people was far beyond Lin Fan's imagination. He looked at his familiar faces and struggled forward for the title of official disciple, and finally a kind of excitement gradually warmed up his blood.

Crazy shouts and cheers, in this young battlefield, the emotions of the outer disciples were completely ignited, and Lin Fan finally joined in selflessly.

Xiang Ming's reappearance is naturally the most concerned martial arts battle between Lin Fan and Chen Yan.

Xiang Ming on the field no longer had the low profile and silence he usually had. He launched the fiercest offensive against his opponent and won the third victory neatly.

Lin Fan also had the emotions he should have as an audience for the first time. However, after a roar, he still scratched his head in great discomfort.

But at this time, no one paid attention to his actions. Everyone was expressing their emotions to the fullest and enjoying the stimulation brought to them by the competition.

Xiang Ming defeated seven games in a row, and his almost crushing victory made Lin Fan and others around the ring scream at the top of their lungs.

After he successfully entered the top ten of the competition, the competition was temporarily suspended.

Those who enter the top ten naturally have to take advantage of this rare free time to replenish their vitality and restore their physical strength. The final battle of the top ten will begin again in an hour. At that time, the final winner of this competition will win the identity of a formal disciple.

Among the top ten, there are many old acquaintances of Lin Fan. In addition to Xiang Ming, two or three people often discuss experience with him. What surprised him the most was that Lu Jin also entered the top ten.

Chen Yan can be considered an old man in the outer sect, so he naturally knows that Lu Jin, who is not enterprising, never enter the top ten. This is not because they do not have the strength, but because they are deliberately controlling it.

But this time it seems that everything is different. Among the top ten, three people from Lu Jin's group of outer sects entered, which obviously indicates that they want to compete for the top three.

Lin Fan naturally didn't know that his appearance was. The tide he caused stimulated Lu Jin and others. Out of some kind of controversy, they only began to make efforts in this competition.

The temporary break time of an hour is fleeting.

The afternoon sun shines on the martial arts training ground, adding a few points to the heat.

The ten strongest people in the outer sect competition walked onto the arena that had been merged by the formation elders, enjoying the cheers and envy of countless outer sect disciples.

Lin Fan didn't have any special feeling when he stood there, and as the first person to enter the top ten, he appeared in the first place.

According to the rules of the Fuxue Sect Competition, the top ten battles require two rounds to determine the leader, the second place, and the Tanhua.

In the first round, each draws one opponent to choose a fight, and the five winners will automatically advance, but the elders still have one power to make one of the losers the sixth person.

Following closely behind is a three-on-three fight, the winner enters the top three, and the next three-rank is a wheel battle. One rule that must be mentioned is that after entering the top ten battles, the disciples can choose the weapons they are best at fighting. Naturally, outside the ring, they are no longer deacons, but elders are waiting and the winner is determined at any time.

From the perspective of the competition system, in other words, if Lin Fan wants to win the championship, he has to face at least four battles.

In the first round, his opponent was Qin Jian.

Lin Fan and Qin Jian were not familiar with each other, but they had met twice and greeted each other twice.

After the two of them were cheering and cheering in the mountains and seas, Qin Jianliang showed his most advantageous weapon, the Panlong Stick.

Lin Fan did not carry his crutch, but carried the Qingfeng sword given to him by Ye Ningshuang.

After the elders signaled that both sides could start, the entire snow-covered mountain seemed to be completely trembling with the boiling cheers of many disciples of the outer sect.

Lin Fan took a deep breath in the sun, then raised his hands above his head and grabbed the hilt of the Qingfeng Sword.

Qin Jian, who was standing opposite him, suddenly felt a little nervous. Lin Fan just started to act, and his vitality was free and a pressure came to his face.

He knew that if he didn't take action at this time, he would be afraid that it would be difficult to take action, so he wanted to take the lead in attacking.

At this time, an extremely crisp "clang" sound suddenly resounded throughout the snow-covered mountain. The old locust tree outside the ring seemed to be in a strong wind and suddenly trembled thousands of branches.

Several elders on the big mahogany chair suddenly stood up, Zhao Qingshi's eyes lit up, Mo Yu said 'Huh', Sun Deqian patted the armrest, and Ye Ningshuang frowned.

In the midst of this flash, Qin Jian suddenly took off the white towel from his arm, and said pale: "I admit defeat!"

The outer disciples who could not notice the slight changes under the ring were stunned in an instant, and curses suddenly burst into pieces.

But only Qin Jian knew that as long as Lin Fan was given another breath, he would face only two kinds of situations after his seemingly long sword was unsheathed. One was saved by the elder and seriously injured. The other was that the elder would die directly if he didn't have time to save him.

This kind of fear will only arise when Lin Fan's sword is ready to be locked, so the other disciples of the outer sect naturally have no way to know it.

In an uproar, Qin Jian walked off the ring without saying too much, only sad because he knew that he was abstaining from the 6th round, but he could not joke about his life.

Xiang Ming and others under the ring looked at each other, wondering why Qin Jian chose to abstain so decisively.

Only Chen Yan, who had seen Lin Fan practicing swords, was not surprised at this time, because he had also been locked by that sword, and knew how terrible that sense of innocence was.

Lin Fan won the victory again without bloodshed. After he left the scene, he did not cheer, applause, and nothing, because in the eyes of many outer disciples, the top ten were not willing to do their best to choose to abstain. There must be something unknown among them.
To be continued...