Thanks to the old man, senior brother, Lanlan, Snail, Sanben, Hongchen, Tired, Brother Pig, ZCZ for his rewards. I always feel that thanking me like this seems to be insincere, but you must believe that Smokelift is a kind person. In addition to rewards, it is time for all children's shoes to pay the votes, hey.

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Lin Fan was the leader of the Fuxue Sect Competition.

This result was not beyond the expectations of the three thousand outer disciples, but the process of winning the championship was an unexpected accident.

As the "little gentleman" Lin Fan's strength is obvious to all. However, when the Qingfeng sword was unsheathed, people realized that he was even stronger than he thought, much stronger.

Lu Jinshang, who fell on the ring, was still a clamoring look for a moment, but his face was like a piece of white paper the next moment.

If the elder of the sect had not opened the ring formation to protect him in time, he knew his fate, and he would have finally understood why the three people in front of him chose to abstain from the sword.

Lin Fan looked calm when he collected the sword, but finally realized that the three thousand outer disciples who were so terrible were difficult to calm down.

The most difficult thing to calm down was Ying Long. At this time, Ying Long's face looked extremely ugly, but he deliberately lowered his head. However, no one noticed his abnormality. The audience naturally focused on Lin Fan.

In an instant, cheers and applause were heard as the mountains shook and the earth. Lin Fan felt his scalp numbness and blood surged. He unconsciously raised his rough fist and clenched his fists hard.

This scene seems familiar.

Ye Ningshuang stood up with a slightly dull smile, ignored anyone, and, under the cheers and crowds, she headed towards the top of the mountain alone. Walking in the empty and uninhabited mountain road, her little fists became tighter and tighter. She knew that Lin Fan would return to their home soon.

At this time, Lin Fan was thrown high by Chen Yan, Xiang Ming and others to celebrate the victory. In the air, he grinned and looked at the girl in white dancing on the mountain road, thinking in his heart that he would urge me to hurry up at this time, can you not be able to live without me?

In Lin Fan's opinion, Ye Ningshuang's actions of climbing the mountain alone were urging him to return to the inner gate faster, and Ye Ningshuang did think so, but Lin Fan's thoughts at this time were indeed a bit narcissistic.

The narcissistic Lin Fan was thrown into the air for many times, while the elders of the snow-covered door on the big mahogany chair looked at Zhao Qingshi together.

Zhao Qingshi naturally understood the meaning of their eyes, but after the Qingfeng sword came out, he suddenly remembered a very distant memory, and then unconsciously glanced at Sun Deqian.

Sun Deqian was giggling at Lin Fan at this time. In Zhao Qingshi's eyes, he seemed to have aged paralysis and saliva was about to flow out of the corners of his mouth.

When Lin Fan entered the outer sect, it was Sun Deqian's proposal. Zhao Qingshi naturally knew that Lin Fan had been in Wanshu Pavilion for many years, so he no longer wondered where Lin Fan learned this sword. Instead, he was the head of the Fuxue Sect to sort out his clothes and was ready to announce the final result of this competition.

As a result, everyone naturally saw it.

When Lin Fan stood in front of Zhao Qingshi to receive a pot of elixir and a blood-red sword with a sword sheath as a reward, he laughed implicitly, and countless disciples behind him began to stir up, and the noise on the cliff surface continued until night fell.

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Jiading Street was very lively tonight. The chef who was familiar with Lin Fan in the vegetarian food heard that the most greedy child on weekdays actually took the leader of the competition. He immediately paid out of his own pocket to throw the banquet set up by the sect into the garbage dump, and set up ten tables of banquets in front of Lin Fan's hut.

After the banquet, it was already three times.

But Lin Fan, who had not been idle today, was a little tired. He pulled Chen Yan, who was drunk, back to Lao She, and a smell of alcohol suddenly spread.

This is true for the outer sect after every competition. Everyone will practice it for the disciples who are about to leave and will celebrate the disciples who have won the third grade.

And whether it is parting or celebrating, there is no drinking.

In other words, the outer disciples have three drinks to drink every year, but one day they will become the protagonists at the table, either leave or go up the mountain.

Lin Fan’s protagonist in this mid-year competition, his final destination is to go up the mountain, but it is also a parting.

Chen Yan, who was already unconscious, was thrown on the bed by Lin Fan. Chen Yan was still yelling, "Hey, my brother is the leader, the leader, do you know, do you know what the leader means?"

Chen Yan, who was sitting up, fluttering his eyes and put his index finger beside his mouth with blurred eyes, and said nervously: "Shh, first, first, first! Haha."

As he said that, he lay on the bed again, and the snoring sounds came from time to time.

Lin Fan sat quietly at the dining table that was wiped a little faded. Looking at the messy but particularly quiet street outside the window, he shook his head helplessly.

A beam of moonlight hit his pretty cheek. Lin Fan squinted his eyes and looked at the crescent moon outside the window, murmured: "I can't bear to bear it."

Of course, he said this to himself. After saying this, Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, turned around and looked at Chen Yan, and found that he was turning over with difficulty, and said, "Chen Yan, I'm leaving tomorrow."

Chen Yan fluttered and sat up again, without even opening his eyes, patting his chest and said proudly: "Lin Fan, the leader of the big game, my brother, ha, my brother."

Then, without any surprises, Chen Yan lay in the quilt again.

Lin Fan knew that he was afraid that he would really be unable to communicate with Chen Yan tonight, so he took out the reward as the leader of the competition, a sword and a pot of pill.

The sword is a top-notch sword, made of ice. The sword body is just a trace of the scabbard, and cold air suddenly appears. Obviously, the blacksmith who casts this sword also used the best carving technique and inlaid the formation in it.

The elixir is naturally a top-grade elixir. When you open the cover, a fragrance fills the old house, lingering in front of your nose for a long time. Sniffing it gently can make the mind refreshing effect.

But this is not an ordinary refreshing and awakening pill after all. This pill is called Convergence Pill. After taking it, it can help the vital energy in the body quickly condense into primordial liquid, so that it can break through the realm and be worth a thousand gold.

But the old saying goes, "There are three parts poisonous medicines."

Taking a small amount of elixir can have auxiliary effects, while using a large amount of elixir to build a realm is one that is harmful to one's body, and the other is that the realm is simply unstable.

Lin Fan did not consider using elixirs to break the realm, practice, and practice. Naturally, he had to practice to gain some enlightenment and understanding, but this elixir is still possible as an appropriate assistance.

So when Lin Fan started packing his luggage, he put the pills into his bag, and the sword was placed on the old table.

After tidying up his luggage, Lin Fan wrote a letter, then lay on the bed, feeling the tranquility of the moonlight, and gradually falling asleep as he enjoyed the tranquility of the night.

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There was nothing to say all night, and the dawn of the next morning illuminated the outer door of the foggy snow-covered mountain like the past.

There was no prompt for the crowing of the rooster, but many disciples woke up early. Today is the farewell day after the competition. They would send many disheartened classmates down the mountain and send three winners of the competition up the mountain.

The sharp contrast contained in this farewell was originally designed by the people in charge of the snow mountain, in order to inspire the disciples to continue to strive forward.

When Lin Fan, Xiang Ming and Lu Jin walked up the mountain road and waved farewell with smiles against the dawn, Chen Yan, who had drunk too much yesterday, had just woken up.

After waking up, Chen Yan slowly swayed his head, then knocked it twice before finally opening his eyes.

The purpose is to have a neat bed, but there is no bedding, just like when Lin Fan didn't come half a year ago.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he was going to send Lin Fan and Xiang Ming up the mountain today and put on his shoes in a hurry. Chen Yan was about to break out of the door, but when he walked to the door, he saw the sword left by Lin Fan and the paper pressed under the scabbard.

So he stopped, stood at the door and looked at the winding mountain road surrounded by clouds and mist in the distance. Knowing that it was too late, he returned to the dining table, moved away the sword of the leader that countless outer disciples had dreamed of, and picked up the letter left by Lin Fan.

The handwriting in my heart is very beautiful and the paper is very neat, just like the person who writes the letter.

Chen Yan concentrated and began to read slowly.

"Chen Yan, I went up the mountain. You drank too much last night and vomited three times. I have finished cleaning up. Remember to drink less in the future."

"Well, and, after I leave, you have to keep working hard, you can't be as lazy as when I first came."

"You pick up the mirror now, look at your face, and continue reading."

Seeing this, Chen Yan picked up the bronze mirror not far away, looked at himself, and found that there was no change. Then he turned around and picked up the letter and continued reading.

"Look, are there more freckles on your face? So diligent practice will not only make you powerful, but also make you more handsome."

Seeing this, Chen Yan rolled his eyes.

"There is nothing to clean up in the house. I have taken away all the things I should take. I have left you a sword. Haven't you always like Qingfeng? But Qingfeng was given to me by my master, so of course I can't give it to you. This sword is not bad. It's a reward for the top competition. I hope you will win the championship at the end of the year. I will welcome you on the mountain road and we will still live in the same room."

"Well, by the way, and Xiang Ming and I are gone. You should take care of yourself. I remember Zhao Rong, who you seem to like very much. Let's talk to each other, don't be shy."

Chen Yan's face suddenly turned red. I wonder how Lin Fan noticed his thoughts.

"In the end, I guess you can't get up this morning, so don't send it. Just practice well, and a new day has begun!"

After reading the last word in Lin Fan’s letter, it was when the sun rose.

A ray of light hit Chen Yan's tender cheeks. Chen Yan narrowed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath, washed himself in the fastest time, rushed into the vegetarian vegetarian food like a wolf, and quickly returned to the gate of the old courtyard on Jiading Street and began to practice boxing.

When the disciples who had bid farewell returned to Lao She, they looked at each other.

Looking at Chen Yan practicing boxing seriously in Jiading Street, Mo Yang inexplicably made people feel why he looked so much like Lin Fan a few months ago.

So my hands were itchy, so I joined it.

The most common scenes on Jiading Street soon appeared again.
Chapter completed!