After leaving the Medicine Palace, Lin San returned directly to the Spiritual Medicine Garden.
As soon as he opened the door of the thatched cottage, Lin San was stunned. There was actually one more person in the house. It was Qin Hanwen, the great elder of the Qingyue Sect.
"You're back." Qin Hanwen looked at Lin San with a smile.
"Ah." Lin San came to his senses and greeted hurriedly and respectfully: "Hello, Elder Qin."
"Don't be so formal. Come and sit." Qin Hanwen waved to Lin San.
Lin San responded, walked over, and sat opposite Qin Hanwen.
Qin Hanwen took a look at the thatched cottage: "Are you still used to living there?"
"It's pretty good. It's pretty clean." Lin San nodded truthfully.
"Well, you have performed well these past few days. You have helped Qingyue Sect earn a lot of face." Qin Hanwen said with a smile.
"Thank you, Elder Qin. I just did what I should do." Although Lin San agreed with Qin Hanwen's words in his heart, he still had to be humble and courteous on the surface. This is called politeness.
"I came today because I want to talk to you about tomorrow's competition." Qin Hanwen rambled for a long time and finally got to the point.
Lin San pretended to be all ears.
"How many levels do you think you can beat me in tomorrow's competition?" Qin Hanwen asked calmly.
"Ten floors." Lin San answered quite cheerfully.
Qin Hanwen was stunned: "What? Tenth floor? Did I hear that right?"
Lin San shook his head: "You heard that right. I'm talking about the tenth floor."
Qin Hanwen twitched the corner of his mouth: "Well... you... you also saw the strength of that Canglong today..."
"Yes. I saw it. That Canglong is very powerful." Lin San nodded.
"In that case, why do you still say that you are ten levels sure of defeating Canglong?" Qin Hanwen asked in surprise.
Lin San smiled: "The reason is simple: because I am stronger."
Qin Hanwen opened his mouth, but no words came out. The Lin San in front of him was too... arrogant.
"Elder Qin, I know you must think I am bragging now. But what I want to say is: I am really confident that I can defeat that Canglong." Lin San looked serious.
Qin Hanwen took a deep look at Lin San and then put something on the table.
Lin San looked down and saw that it was a bronze medal the size of a palm. There was also a landscape painting engraved on the front of the bronze medal: "This is."
"This is a defensive magic weapon. I spent countless efforts to refine it. Now I will lend it to you in case there is any accident tomorrow." Qin Hanwen explained a few words.
"This isn't appropriate," Lin San said sheepishly.
"What's inappropriate? I'm just lending it to you temporarily. I'm not giving it to you." Qin Hanwen said with a smile.
Lin San pondered for a moment: "What if I break it for you?"
"Haha..." Qin Hanwen reached out and put the bronze medal in Lin San's hand: "Don't worry. This bronze medal is very strong and not easy to break. I will teach you how to use the bronze medal. Be sure to remember it. ." Next, Qin Hanwen carefully explained to Lin San the formula for using the bronze medal.
Lin San listened to it twice and remembered it firmly.
"You can try it." Qin Hanwen pointed to the bronze medal in Lin San's hand.
Lin San nodded. He stood up and threw the bronze medal into the air. Then he pinched a spell with one hand and whispered a few spells in his mouth.
The bronze medal instantly emitted a strong white light, covering Lin San tightly.
"Hey, it really works." Lin San looked at the white masks around him in surprise.
"The defensive power of this layer of light mask is extremely strong. Even high-level magic weapons are difficult to break through." Qin Hanwen introduced.
Lin San waved his hand and the mask disappeared. Then the bronze medal fell into Lin San's hand: "Elder Qin, thank you for giving me such a good defensive magic weapon."
"You are fighting for the honor of Qingyue Sect. As an elder, it is natural for me to help you." As he spoke, Qin Hanwen stood up from his chair: "It's getting late. I should go back. "You should go to bed early." After saying that, Qin Hanwen walked towards the door.
Lin San sent him off in person.
Qin Hanwen waved to Lin San and strode out of the medicine garden.
After Qin Hanwen's figure completely disappeared into the night, Lin San returned to the thatched house, took off his shoes, and went to bed to rest.
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It's dawn.
Lin San got up early, freshened up, and walked towards the competition venue.
Along the way, many Qingyue Sect disciples rushed to say hello to Lin San. Now, Lin San is considered a celebrity in Qingyue Sect.
Lin San didn't put on any airs. He smiled and responded one by one.
In a short time, Lin San arrived at the competition venue.
At this time, the venue was already crowded with people. Most of them were disciples of the Qingyue Sect.
Seeing that it was still early for the competition, Lin San found a seat and sat down to wait.
After a while, the referees also came to the scene one after another.
A bell rang. The competition began.
Lin San stood up and slowly walked onto the stone platform.
At this time, Canglong had already been waiting on the stone platform.
Canglong put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky. He didn't even look at Lin San who came on stage.
Lin San glanced at Cang Long and took out the Wind Chasing Sword. His wrist shook and the Wind Chasing Sword let out a deafening sword roar.
Cang Long turned his head in surprise and looked at the Wind Chasing Sword in Lin San's hand. He said, "What a good sword."
"Hmph. You still know your stuff." Lin San snorted coldly.
Canglong smiled slightly: "It's a pity that such a good sword is used by an extremely stupid master. Sad. Sad."
"I found that your mouth is really smelly. It's probably worse than the shit in the latrine." Lin San shook the wind-chasing sword and attacked Canglong.
Canglong jumped lightly and flew into the air.
Lin San followed and flew into the air. With a flick of his wrist, the Wind Chasing Sword was like a meteor, quickly slashing towards Canglong's face gate.
"Well done." Cang Long shouted softly. He flicked his index finger and struck countless wind blades towards Zhui Feng Sword.
"Ding-ding-dang-dang..." All the wind blades struck the Wind Chasing Sword.
Lin San stretched out his hand and pinched a magic formula. He gently said one word: "Broken."
The Wind Chasing Sword suddenly burst into red light, shattering all the wind blades surrounding it. It let out a soft groan and struck down towards Cang Long quickly.
Cang Long's expression changed. He clasped his hands together and quickly recited a few difficult and difficult spells in his mouth. A red light burst out from Cang Long's palm and suddenly turned into a shining red tiger head.
The tiger head roared wildly and rushed towards the oncoming Wind Chasing Sword.
There was a loud noise. The Wind Chaser Sword and the Tiger Head met in mid-air.
The Wind Chasing Sword slashed horizontally and vertically. In an instant, the tiger's head was forced to retreat. "Bang." There was a muffled sound. The Tiger's head was chopped into pieces by the Wind Chasing Sword.
Cang Long was stunned. He never expected that the Wind Chasing Sword could be so powerful. It could chop the tiger head he had transformed into into pieces so easily.
After Chasing the Wind Sword chopped the tiger's head, it cut it directly towards Canglong's head.