Chapter 68: Poor people

"Well, Brother Lin, can you do me a favor?" Wang Lin raised the black short sword with his backhand, and after getting on the broken dragon platform, with three points of embarrassment and anxiety, he whispered to Lin Fei.
"Ah?" Lin Fei froze for a moment, and just finished playing the eucommia that I asked for this sword. Lin Fei was a bit uncomfortable with this style of change...
"I heard that you are familiar with Brother Tian's Song Song?" Wang Lin is also a disciple of Neimen, and some of the things under Yingzui cliff have also been heard.
Lin Fei thought for a while. The two hit the door from the outer door to the inner door, as if they were quite familiar, so they nodded: "OK."
"Very good, great, Brother Lin, you have to help anyway..." Wang Lin was suddenly excited, and he almost fell to hug Lin Fei: "Brother Lin, you must help me with Brother Song explained, I just didn’t mean it..."
"What's not intentional?"
"I also know that kicking people off the broken dragon platform is too bad for Brother Song, but really, Brother Lin, you must believe me, and I don’t want to do that. I’m really exhausted, even I can’t swing a sword, let alone say, I dare not wave a sword to Brother Song..."
"..." Looking at Wang Lin's helplessness, Lin Fei wanted to reach out and touch his forehead to see if he had a fever...
Is this the wrong medicine?
The front foot kicked Song Tianxing off the broken dragon platform, but the back foot was afraid that he might be like this. What does that mean?
If you're really afraid of this, why didn't you just put water?
"That..." Wang Lin scratched his head, his embarrassed face revealed the answer: "I still owe Brother Song 73 spiritual stones..."
"I depend!"
In the past, Lin Fei always felt that it was none other than his master who asked Jianzong to go up and down, the most poor and short-minded...
I only met Wang Lin today...
This is the real shortcomings of the poor. Seventy-three spirit stones can be forced into this way. Listen, there are seventy-three spirit stones.
However, if you look closely at Wang Lin again, it seems to be quite poor.
In fact, I really want to say that Lin Fei is not rich himself, there is no way, who will let Lin Fei this life, spread the old Taoist master...
But no matter how rich it is, it is much stronger than Wang Lin...
Just look at it and you'll find out……
Wearing a gray cloth robe, I have been wearing it for about a few years. It has been washed a little white, and there are patches in a few inconspicuous places. There is no slight fluctuation of spiritual power all over my body. Nine is that there is not even a magic weapon. The only thing worth looking at is probably the black dagger in hand. The problem is that this black dagger is full of black air, and it is not a serious way to look at it. Even if it is left on the ground, no one would dare to...
Anyway, it is also a figure among the inner disciples, how can it be so poor?
"Xing Xing Xing, let me help you explain to Brother Song..."
"Thank you, thank you, let's get started?" Wang Lin held a black short sword in his hand and placed a defensive posture common to the sword, but after the swing, he seemed to remember something: "Oh, yes, Brother Lin, Ordinarily, you have helped me so much, and I thank you for being right, but this is really important for me. I heard that I can receive a thousand spirit stones from Zongmen every month when I am promoted to a true disciple, I... …"
"..." Lin Fei touched his nose. He really didn't know what to say. It was equal to the difference between a true disciple and an inner disciple. In your eyes, it was just a thousand spirit stones?
"bring it on!"
Lin Fei is also a horizontal sword, and also puts on a defensive position.
However, there is something weird...
I don’t know what happened. As soon as Lin Fei held the Fengming Sword, he felt something was wrong. Under the infusion of Zhenyuan, Huoyuan, who was supposed to be urged, was banned, as if he were asleep, and there was no reaction at all. Lin Fei was amazed at the same time, quickly infused more real elements into it.
Then, it was a "boom". The Huoyuan ban, which had no response at first, suddenly became restless, and the flame on the Fengming sword skyrocketed...
"I'm relying on..." Although the prohibition on the natal sword fetus could not hurt Lin Fei himself, but when he came suddenly, Lin Fei was a bit off guard...
Just like that, the flaws came out...
Following that, I heard the sound of breaking the sky, and the black short sword in Wang Lin's hand, with the black air lingering in the air, went straight to the flaws that Lin Fei exposed.
If you change another sword repair this time, you will have a big loss if you don’t make it. Fortunately, you have met Lin Fei. Although Lin Fei’s last life in the Tibetan sword pavilion was twenty years ago, although he didn’t even break through the realm of Qi, Knowledge and vision, but even the people like Lin Banhu are full of praise.
Although Wang Lin's sword came suddenly, Lin Fei's reaction was not slow. Feng Ming sword with a dazzling flame instantly sealed Wang Lin's black short sword...
In the blink of an eye, the two had already fought dozens of times.
One red, one black and two rays of light, with the two people's body shape changing, the sound of "jingle bells" on the broken dragon platform, Lin Fei is still the same as before, all kinds of swordsmanship come hand in hand, playing wonderfully There is also a forced...
On the other hand, Wang Lin was a little bit dumbfounded. From beginning to end, it was a dragon swordsmanship. It seemed simple and straightforward. In fact, there was a shabby, even the disciples of the peaks under the dragon platform were mostly biased towards Lin Fei. On that side, they cheered Lin Fei for every wonderful sword.
However, at this time, probably only Lin Fei himself knew that he looked wonderful and compelling, but in fact it was terrible...
I am afraid that the evil level of the sword tactics is still above my imagination...
After the luck was cut off, all kinds of accidents appeared endlessly. On several occasions, they had clearly discovered the other party's flaws. When they tried to put out their hands, they were always interrupted by various accidents. At that time, the other party had already attacked again.
So far, the two have fought a total of 100 times, but they have changed dozens of swordsmanship.
From the outsider's point of view, his playing style seems to be no different, all of which are exchanged for various swords, which are beautiful and exciting...
But Lin Fei knew that this time was different from before.
In the past, I exchanged various swords for my own, which was to break the opponent's swordsmanship in a different way.
But this time...
I was forced by Wang Lin and had to exchange various swords in exchange, because as soon as I stopped, I would be in trouble...
No way, there are too many accidents...