Soon, the Golden Crow rose and the Jade Rabbit fell.
A new day has come.
The soft sunlight in the morning fell through the cracks in the window and fell on Lin Fan's body, as if a light golden film had been coated on the surface of his body.
Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of thick air.
He stretched his body, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
The second phase of Creation is complete!
With the second level cultivation of Creation, coupled with the Sword Intention Amplification Sword Skill, Lin Fan's strength has already made a qualitative leap in just two days.
If other people still looked at Lin Fan the same way they did two days ago, they would be shocked!
"Aofang, are you ready to feel despair?"
Lin Fan stood up, looked out the window, and said calmly.
….
Soon, noon is approaching.
A lot of people gathered on Zhan Peak again.
This time, Lin Fan arrived early and went straight to the battle platform management office.
Lin Fan faced the old man sitting on the rocking chair, sunbathing with squinted eyes, cupping his fists and bowing: "Senior, I am Lin Fan, a cabinet disciple of the Thirteenth Hall of Jiange, and I request permission to use the No. 3 Personality Battle Platform."
"Um?"
The old man opened one eye and looked at Lin Fan, then sat up, shook his head and said with emotion: "It's you again, kid. Oh, it's good to be young. I'll beat you today, tomorrow, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. You can't
It’s really energetic.”
"Senior is joking." Lin Fan smiled.
The old man also laughed, looked at Lin Fan and said, "Hey, your cultivation level has improved? No wonder you look confident."
Lin Fan was noncommittal.
I was not surprised at all that the ordinary, even somewhat slovenly old man in front of me could see through his cultivation level at a glance.
According to experience, the more low-key a person is, the more awesome they are.
Real power has reached the level of returning to nature.
Some Shaolin sweeping monk, some concierge, some librarian, etc. He may look like a bad old man, but in fact he is probably a very well-hidden boss.
Especially in a super sect like the Sword God Sect, this situation is more likely to occur.
Furthermore, even if the old man was really just an ordinary person, Lin Fan would still treat him with courtesy.
A truly strong person will never bully the weak to show his strength.
If you want to oppress, you have to find someone powerful.
For example, Aofang.
The old man hunched over and said, "Boy Lin Fan, please take it easy this time. The No. 3 character battle platform has just been repaired. Don't damage it again. Otherwise, old man, I will have to work overtime to repair it now that I'm old."
Lin Fan said: "I will pay attention, senior."
"Yes," the old man nodded, took out a small tray, held it in front of Lin Fan, and said, "100 sect contributions."
There is a palm-shaped mark in the center of the small tray.
Above it is something similar to an LED display, showing a number "100".
Lin Fan raised his right hand and pressed it gently on the tray.
Just listen to the "beep" sound, and 100 points of sect contribution will be automatically deducted.
The old man put away the "tray" and handed Lin Fan a round token the size of a palm. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, go ahead yourself. This token can open the No. 3 character battle platform. It will become invalid after being used once.
Just throw it away when you're done."
"Thank you, senior."
Lin Fan hugged the old man again, then turned and left.
"Haha, polite young man, I will help you win."
The old man looked at Lin Fan's back, smiled, stroked his beard, and muttered to himself.
Then he summoned a cattail leaf fan from nowhere, sat back on the rocking chair, shook the cattail leaf fan, and squinted his eyes.
The expression is quite enjoyable.
At this time, the space beside him was slightly distorted twice.
A figure slowly emerged.
The old man seemed not to notice and remained unmoved.
The man asked: "What do you think of him?"
The old man still squinted his eyes, rocked back and forth on the rocking chair, and asked: "Is he the little guy who tricked you into using the Heavenly Burial Sword Box?"
"That's right." Liu Banshan nodded and said, "He was able to see the secret hidden in the Sky Burial Sword Box, which surprised me. I didn't expect this little guy to actually conquer two earth-level swords.
Angry. Today’s young people are not simple..."
The old man smiled and said: "I don't care whether it's simple or not. I just know that he is very polite and a good boy."
"Haha..." Liu Banshan smiled and shook his head.
He looked up to the horizon, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.
the other side.
Lin Fan went straight to the No. 3 character battle platform, opened his palms, and the token automatically floated into the air, emitting a golden beam towards the battle platform.
Then, around the battle platform, a circle of barriers flashed twice and then disappeared.
Lin Fan lightly jumped onto the fighting platform, with one hand on the demon's fierce shoulder, his face was calm, his eyes were unwavering, and he was waiting for Aofang.
"Junior brother Lin Fan, you must deal with that arrogant Aofang and vent your anger on Lao Mo!" Letian came to the edge of the fighting platform and said to Lin Fan.
Lin Fan looked at Letian, nodded heavily and said: "Senior brother Letian, don't worry, I will never let Aofang continue to be arrogant."
"Um!"
Letian clenched his fist and nodded, and said: "To be honest, if you hadn't taken the initiative to ask him to fight, I would have fought him. We Jiange disciples can lose, be defeated, and can be knocked down, but absolutely
You will not win with such despicable and despicable means! Aofang, he is not worthy of representing Jiange in the battle, and he is not worthy of being a disciple of Jiange!"
As the second only disciple to Mo Wentian among the disciples of Jiange Cabinet, Letian knows Mo Wentian's strength very well.
When Mo Wentian and Aofang fought yesterday, Lotte was present to watch the battle.
He was keenly aware that Mo Wentian was in something wrong.
The Great Sun Samsara Sword can only perform at 80% level, which is far from Mo Wentian's true combat power.
Lotte had doubts about that battle. Later, after visiting Mo Wentian, he learned that there was indeed something inside.
Although Lotte and Mo Wentian are competitors, they are sympathetic to each other and have a good relationship in private. Lotte naturally cannot bear to see Mo Wentian being plotted by this.
But Lin Fan had already challenged Aofang first.
Otherwise Lotte will definitely take action.
Next to Lotte, Ye Leng, the second cabinet disciple of Jiange, was also present.
He held the sword on his chest with both hands, his face was cold, and he said calmly: "Junior brother Lin Fan, please rectify the name of my sword pavilion."
"Two senior brothers, don't worry." Lin Fan clasped his fists and solemnly promised.
At this moment, a cold ice sword came rushing from the sky.
"Qiang!"
The ice sword hit the battle platform heavily, and the tip of the sword stood upright against the battle platform.
A wave of air swept across.
Attacked towards Lin Fan.
Lin Fan's face was expressionless, he covered it with his sleeves and looked up.
Then a figure came through the air, the tip of the sword lightly touched the hilt, crossed his arms, and looked down at Lin Fan.
His eyes were full of provocation.
"Lin Fan, are you so eager to try the feeling of failure?"
Aofang raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said calmly.
Lin Fan slowly grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, moved his fingers, and said: "Stop talking nonsense, my sword is already hungry and thirsty."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp sword intent and strong fighting spirit surged out of Lin Fan's body and shot straight into the sky.
"In that case, I will help you."
Aofang responded, then spread his arms and raised his arms, his body swayed, and he made a light leap backwards.
After its height is lowered, tap your toes lightly on the ice sword.
The ice sword suddenly trembled, the tip of the sword scratched the ground, pointing at Lin Fan.
Then, wait for a sharp whistling sound and rush out!