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"Well, don't think about that much. Your arms are saved, but you still need to heal for a while. Fortunately, the ancient warrior's physique is stronger than ordinary people, and there will be no sequelae after he recovers." Lin Tian waved his hand, not want Revisited on the issue of elixir, and signaled the young lady to leave together.

When several people came to the door, Yan Zhijie suddenly shouted, "Mr. Lin, you set up a new martial arts. I support you as the head of the group. We do n’t want to repair the sand and do n’t want to be bullied by the family of Situ."

The young lady and Ling Shuiyao stopped at the same time, looking at Lin Tian, ​​Lin Tian waved his hands smartly, and refused Yan Zhijie's request.

When the three came outside, the young lady couldn't help asking: "Lin Tian, ​​why did you reject his proposal, an ancient warrior, the highest achievement is nothing more than three." Of prestige and strength are fully qualified to open schools. "

The saying of the young lady is indeed good. For example, in the Spring and Autumn Period, hundreds of scholars, those who were powerful, opened the school, wrote the book, and said that the heyday of the hundred schools of contention has created many immortal legends, which have been passed down through the ages.

The thought at that time lasted for thousands of years, and even in modern times, it still had a high status and profound influence.

"Come on, I'm still a student, you guys let me be the head, and don't want to study anymore." Lin Tian joked.

"What do you want now? Stand taller than those in the upper-class circles of the mundane world. Why do you study?" Ling Shuiyao was very puzzled.

In her opinion, people in the secular world study for the sake of fame and fortune, and fame and fortune already have it. Do they still need to read?

"No, it's just a wish." Lin Tian said lightly.

The young lady knew why, Ling Shuiyao blinked, but she didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but she felt that Lin Tian didn't want to talk more, so she didn't ask more.

Although she is ancient and weird, she is no less careful than other girls.

The three returned to the contest site soon. During the time they left, several groups decided.

Xiao Manxuan and Yun Xiaotian have been watching on the spot, especially Yun Xiaotian. When he saw Lin Tian coming back, he said excitedly: "Brother Lin, my brother has advanced to the knockout!"

Lin Tian slightly hesitated, and said strangely: "So coincident, as soon as we left the hour, he played the ghost."

"Ghost, he won the group of players and won the first place." Xiao Manxuan also said that she, like Lin Tian, ​​still used to call Yuntian a ghost.

"I said he could, Xiaotian can rest assured." Lin Tian smiled, and then suddenly said: "Yes, that guy, don't see each other after the test."

"Big brother said that he will not come to the venue before the knockout match, he wants to practice quietly." Yun Xiaotian explained.

"Cultivation? This guy is so hard-working, he has to cultivate during the game." Lin Tian was surprised.

Yun Xiaotian blinked and replied: "Brother seems to be saying that since I watched your Xuan Wu Ding Gong method, every time I meditate, I have a new understanding. He doesn't want to miss these inspirations, he must continue to enlighten."

"It turns out that Xuanwu Ding and Kumu Chan Gong have similarities. He should have been inspired. This is a good thing, so let's not disturb him." Lin Tian immediately understood what was going on.

Just as a few people were talking about ghosts, a black-faced man came over and said to Lin Tian respectfully, "Are you Mr. Lin?"

"I'm not Mr. Lin, I'm Lin Tian." Lin Tian was funny and helpless, and told the old men that they would just call "Mr. Lin", and talking to young people would be so complicated, he felt really awkward. .

The black-faced man froze. He had some nervous expressions and relaxed slightly. He rubbed his hands and said seriously: "My name is Hei Junzi. They both call me Lao Hei. They are Yan Zhijie's friends. Listen to them, you I just went to help the five elders to treat Yan Zhijie. I wonder what happened to him? "

"Old black?" Xiao Manxuan blinked his eyes, seemed to remember something, and said, "You are not the one at the fair ..."

"The girl really has a good memory, yes, I'm the old black who has broken the sword compared to others." The man scratched his head and said embarrassed.

Lin Tian also thought of the two living treasures, but he didn't expect one of them to meet Yan Zhijie. He said casually: "It's okay. He kept his arms and will not affect future practice."

"Really?" Laohe exclaimed, some couldn't believe it. After returning to God, he hurriedly gave Lin Tian a fist, and saluted solemnly: "I have thanked Mr. Lin for Ajie. If Mr. Lin needs to be sent in the future, Lao Hei went to the fire and he did nothing. "

He was a little excited, so his voice was a little loud, and many people around him heard it. Soon, they knew that Lin Tian saved Yan Zhijie's arms.

Such kindness is no different to the ancient warrior than the grace of remaking.

"Yan Zhijie's arms are broken like that, and he can still be cured. It's amazing."

"I think his acupuncture treatment for everyone is not easy. The medicine is really brilliant."

"Strong strength and good medicine, I think Lin Tiancai is the first person in the younger generation."

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The audience began to talk again. These words spread to the ears of some family disciples, and their expressions were not natural. Li Wenfeng frowned, his eyes flickered, I wondered what he was thinking.

The big brothers also had their own thoughts, but Ling Zishan and Wang Wanxi smiled with relief. Obviously, the higher the reputation of Lin Tian, ​​the happier they were. Unlike Situ's family, they could only envy.

The competition in the field is still going on, and the speed is faster than everyone thinks. Except for a few deadlocked players, many of them are short-term winners or even determined by one move.

One is because ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is just a group match now, they don't want to waste too much energy, and the other is because the realm is one step away, the strength will be very different, especially those ancient martial arts who do n’t have good weapons. It's almost impossible to challenge yourself.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, the old man stepped onto the ring again and announced the result of the competition: "The group stage is all over, and the list of players who have advanced is listed."

At this time, the disciples of the Ling family raised the notice board. The list of contestants was still on the list, but this time the name was much less. Only two players were promoted in each group, which is equivalent to eliminating 80% in the group stage. It still looks a bit cruel.

However, cruelty is cruel, and its strength is not as good as others. It is eliminated and there is nothing to say.

"Today's game is over. We will have a rest night and play again tomorrow. Please note that the promotion players will not be divided into groups, but will be drawn at random. Who you meet on the field will be random.

"Also, you only have one chance. Once you lose in the knockout round, you will not have the opportunity to play again!" The old man looked around and announced coldly.

(End of this chapter)