The best comprehension maniac

The expression of the ancestor of the Wen family suddenly changed. He had lived for two hundred years and had a lot of experience in fighting. But today he fell into Lin Tian's trap and left the ring with his feet. Even though he injured Lin Tian, ​​he still had a lot of fighting experience.

Still consider him a loser.

How did the ancestor know that in terms of experience, Lin Tian was no less than him, because Lin Tian had lived longer than him, and in the cruel world of cultivation, he had to fight with more than ten million people with all his strength?

"I lost." The ancestor sighed helplessly. In terms of strength, he had every advantage, but in the end he lost to a little trick like Lin Tian's.

But after all, this is a competition, not a fight. If you leave the ring, you will lose. However, the ancestor still admires Lin Tian, ​​especially he is very curious about Lin Tian's identity.

The ancestor has heard such a legend, saying that in a distant and ethereal place, there lives a group of immortals who specialize in cultivation. They have the ability to destroy the heaven and the earth, and the most special thing is that they can fly with swords.

Traveling across the nine heavens.

Now that the ancestor finally saw the legendary flying sword, he planned to have a good talk with Lin Tian.

Hearing his ancestor admitting defeat, Lin Tian also took a long breath. If his ancestor tried to deny it, he had nothing to do. After all, he was an innate master. He, a fifth-level Qi practitioner, was really no match for him. If he wanted to defeat

Lao Tzu, he needs to at least enter the ninth level of Qi training, or even break through the foundation building stage.

"Lin Tian, ​​are you okay?" Seeing the end of the game, Wen Bing hurriedly ran forward. Although she won the game, she was not happy at all, because Lin Tian's current injury was what she was most concerned about.

"It's okay." Lin Tian wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth and looked at Wen Bing with a smile on his face.

Fortunately, he had stolen the elixirs. Otherwise, he would have been doomed. Now he has temporarily protected his heart, but he needs to find a place to heal as soon as possible.

The ancestor walked up to Yan Ci and whispered a few words to her. Yan Ci's expression changed, but she still nodded, and then the ancestor left the school grounds.

Yan Ci stood up, looked at Lin Tian, ​​and said calmly: "Lin Tian, ​​you win the first game, but you will never win the second and third games."

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Lin Tian's mouth. Yes, he was so seriously injured now. Even if a yellow-level ancient warrior were lined up for the second round, he would be knocked down in minutes.

"Mom, don't you think this is shameful? In the first game, the ancestor took the lead and injured Lin Tian. Even if Lin Tian won the first game, how could Lin Tian win the next two games?

There were tears in Wen Bing's eyes, and he glared at Yan Ci angrily, and then said: "You talk about winning two out of three games. It sounds nice, but it is so despicable."

Seeing her daughter being so excited, Yan Ci's face remained as calm as water. Indeed, she had no intention of letting Lin Tian pass. She first let her ancestors fight with Lin Tian. Lin Tian was injured, and in the next two games,

No matter how powerful Lin Tian is, he will never win.

But the ancestor's words made her change her original intention.

"My good daughter, in your eyes, am I such a bad person?" Yan Ci sighed deeply. She really didn't understand what was good about Lin Tian. Although his strength was very good, his character was too arrogant.

How can such a person achieve great things if he is arrogant?

Among all the ancient martial arts families, any of the few ancient martial arts masters chosen at random are stronger than Lin Tian. Although their strength is not necessarily stronger than Lin Tian, ​​they are all good young men who respect their teachers and respect their principles. As a cultivator, not only

The cultivation level must be high and there must be certain attainments in moral aspects.

A good son-in-law in Yan Ci's mind is a young master from the ancient martial arts family who has advanced in cultivation and is well-mannered. He is definitely not a boy with unknown origins like Lin Tian.

"Yes, you are a bad person." The tears in Wen Bing's eyes finally slipped out. She always thought that her mother was a very gentle woman, but today she was wrong, she was so cruel.

The muscles on Yan Ci's face twitched slightly. Apart from the guilt for her daughter, there was no more emotion in her heart. She sighed and said, "The first game with Lin Tiansheng was damaged due to the ring being destroyed. The second and third games will continue tomorrow."

After Yan Ci finished speaking, he left the school grounds. The other ancient martial arts disciples left one after another. In the end, only Lin Tian and Wen Bing were present.

"Lin Tian, ​​are you okay?" Wen Bing wiped her eyes. She didn't understand why her mother made such a decision, but it did give Lin Tian a chance to breathe.

"It's okay, let's go to the cave." Lin Tian gritted his teeth and stood up with difficulty. Wen Bing hurriedly lifted Lin Tian's arm and supported Lin Tian with his own body.

"Okay, I'll take you to the cave first." Wen Bing nodded, and then sent Lin Tian to the cave.

Arriving in the cave, Lin Tian hurriedly meditated to heal his injuries. There were still some undigested elixirs in his body, which could be used for treatment.

Wen Bin stood quietly aside. Although she was very anxious, she could only rely on Lin Tian himself now, and she really couldn't be busy at all.

Seeing Lin Tian's pale face gradually improving, Wen Bing also breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense nerves in her body also relaxed. After thinking for a while, she immediately ran out of the cave. All she could do now was to cook for a table.

Let’s wait for Lin Tian to wake up.

As soon as Wen Bing left, a cyan figure flashed into the cave, while Lin Tian concentrated on meditating to heal his wounds, taking back all his consciousness, and was unaware of the person who came in.

The person who came was none other than the Qingpao Taoist who was shot blind in the left eye by Lin Tian with the 'Feng Ming Kill' before in the Lin family compound. He was a peripheral disciple of the Wen family. Although he had a high status, he was among the peripheral disciples.

has a very high prestige.

Hearing that the Wen family was setting up an arena tonight, he went to join in the fun.

That day at the Lin family, if Mr. Lin hadn't been protecting Lin Tian, ​​his master would have killed Lin Tian. However, it is never too late for a gentleman to seek revenge, and Lin Tian still fell into his hands today.

Whoosh!

The green-robed Taoist swiped his waist, pulled out a silver scimitar, and then quietly stepped forward, preparing to give Lin Tian a fatal blow.

Under the movement of Lin Tian's true energy, the remaining elixirs in his body had been cut open, but the injury he suffered was too severe, and these elixirs could not withstand the injury.

When Lin Tian moved his fingers slightly, the elixir in his body completely disappeared, but this was just a drop in the bucket. He had to find more spiritual herbs to heal his injuries.

Just as Lin Tian's consciousness extended out, he suddenly found a man standing in front of him. He hurriedly opened his eyes and shouted: "Is it you?"

"Go to hell." Qingpao Taoist's face was filled with murderous intent. He flipped the scimitar in his hand and stabbed Lin Tian directly in the heart. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!