Having said that, you can't really stop talking to him, right?
Lin Xiaofeng thought about it, and finally pointed at the eight peach wood swords on Ling Xiao's back and asked: "Well, Master Ling, wouldn't it be inconvenient for you to carry eight swords on your back?"
Ling Xiao didn't even look at Lin Xiaofeng and replied calmly: "No."
It's not that Ling Xiao really doesn't want to talk to Lin Xiaofeng.
In fact, as Zhenfeng said, Ling Xiao's personality has been relatively cold since he was a child, and he always has a cold face when talking to anyone.
The two returned to the dormitory, and as soon as they opened the door, Fatty Huang, Liu Cang and Xu Xiangyang cast their eyes over.
"Xiaofeng, who is this?" Xu Xiangyang asked.
Although Fatty Huang saw Ling Xiao wearing Taoist robes, he had never seen this guy before, and there was a look of doubt in his eyes.
"My friend." Lin Xiaofeng laughed dryly, and then said: "Master Ling, you can sleep on my bed, and this fat man and I will spend the night together."
Ling Xiao nodded slightly, then looked at Lin Xiaofeng's cabinet: "Can you open it and see what's inside?"
"Yes, of course."
Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a little confused. What was so good about his things? Ling Xiao was the leader of Longhu Mountain, so logically speaking, there was no treasure he had never seen before.
Although he felt strange in his heart, he still opened the cabinet. Ling Xiao looked inside, stretched out his hand and took out the Demonic Sword.
"You have really good eyesight. This is no ordinary treasure." Lin Xiaofeng said with a smile: "I was so good at this that I defeated the boss..."
Before he finished speaking, Ling Xiao suddenly pulled out the demon sword from its scabbard.
"Be careful!" Lin Xiaofeng shouted hurriedly.
Just kidding?
If Ling Xiao is controlled by the demon sword Piao Xue, will they survive?
The demon sword also glowed with a light red light and said: "Haha, boy, how dare you pull it out from me!"
After saying that, a faint bloody aura emerged from the blood on the demon knife, and surged up along Ling Xiao's arm.
Ling Xiao frowned slightly: "Be quiet."
The eight peach wood swords behind Ling Xiao all emitted a faint yellow light, and instantly suppressed the bloody aura.
"How, how is it possible? You are so young, how can you be so powerful?" Yaodao Piaoxue said in a tone full of disbelief.
Ling Xiao put the demon knife back into the scabbard and handed it back to Lin Xiaofeng: "I'm afraid this thing is not that easy to use. If you are not strong-willed, it will bite you. If you can't completely conquer it, it's best not to use it."
This is the first time that Ling Xiao has said so many words to Lin Xiaofeng since he met him.
"Master Ling, do you have any way to conquer it?" Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but ask.
Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "This sword has become a demon. I'm afraid it won't be so easy to subdue. I have no choice but to look at you."
"Myself?"
Ling Xiao nodded: "This kind of demon sword is admired by strong people. If you are extremely capable, you can make this demon sword surrender to you, or if it sees that you have the potential to become stronger, it will also
in this way."
In fact, it is very simple to say, as long as Yaodao believes that Lin Xiaofeng is the strong one in the future, he will naturally recognize him as the master.
"Go to sleep."
After Ling Xiao finished speaking, he took off the eight swords from his back and lay down on Lin Xiaofeng's bed.
Lin Xiaofeng and Huang Fatty shared a bed.
After falling asleep, Fatty Huang couldn't help but ask: "Xiaofeng, who is this person? He looks like a pretty boy."
"Don't talk nonsense." Lin Xiaofeng rolled his eyes at Fatty Huang: "This is the leader of Longhu Mountain."
"What? The leader of Longhu Mountain looks like this pretty boy?" Fatty Huang was a little surprised.
Lin Xiaofeng didn't know what to say about Fatty Huang's unabashed temperament.
I had a good sleep this time, even though there were many young masters of the demonic path who were prepared to deal with me.
But Lin Xiaofeng didn't care. With Ling Xiao here, what trouble could happen?
…
Outside the Chengdu Institute of Physical Education, in a dark alley, there were two young men in ordinary clothes who looked to be in their twenties or thirties.
"Is this the Chengdu Institute of Physical Education?" One of the slightly fat young men said with a smile.
This man's name is Yue Ming, and he is the son of a demon sect protector.
Situ Mingzhi, who was standing next to him, said with a smile: "Brother Yue, are you here to kill Lin Xiaofeng?"
Situ Mingzhi also looks very young. He is Situ Minglang's younger brother and a member of the Shengjin Sect.
The leader of the Shengjin Sect has said that whoever among the younger generation of the Shengjin Sect kills Lin Xiaofeng can become the young leader of the Shengjin Sect.
Yue Ming chuckled and said, "Brother Situ, isn't that why you came here?"
"That's not me. I just came here to see how the person who killed my brother died." Situ Mingzhi said.
Although he said so, in his heart he wanted to kill Lin Xiaofeng more than anyone else.
But now he can't act rashly. Who knows how many people behind the scenes are eyeing Lin Xiaofeng's fat piece of meat. Whoever takes the lead will definitely not get any favors.
How could Yue Ming not know what he was thinking? He said with a mocking tone: "Brother Situ and your brother are really close brothers. They traveled all the way to see how Lin Xiaofeng was killed. It's really admirable."
Situ Mingzhi didn't care about Yue Ming's ridicule, and said: "Brother Yue Ming, you have to take action as soon as possible. Don't let others take the lead. There is only one Lin Xiaofeng, and others will kill him first. I will try to be in the Demonic Way later."
One of the eight geniuses probably has no hope."
Yue Ming sneered in his heart, do you think I am stupid?
"No need to worry, no need to worry, these eight geniuses of the devil's path will naturally be chosen by those who have the ability. You can't force them, haha."
Situations like this happened countless times near the Sports Center.
I don't know how many young talents with magical powers are lurking around the sports academy.
The reason why they did not act rashly was not because they were afraid that Lin Xiaofeng was too powerful, but because they were afraid that if they did it on their own, the people behind them would stalk the cicadas and oriole behind them.
Lin Xiaofeng slept peacefully this time.
He woke up drowsily, opened his eyes and sat up.
Fatty Huang, Liu Cang, and Xu Xiangyang are no longer in the dormitory, and they are probably going to class.
Ling Xiao sat on a chair, took off his eight peach wood swords, and wiped them with a piece of cloth.
"Went up so early in the morning to clean your sword?" Lin Xiaofeng got up, stretched out, and then looked at the time, it was only nine in the morning.
Ling Xiao said calmly: "They are the swords I have worn since childhood. I treat them as friends, and they naturally treat me as a friend."
Lin Xiaofeng said strangely: "Is there any difference?"
"If you treat them as weapons, then they are just weapons. If you treat them as friends, then they will become your friends." Ling Xiao said.