"Lin Feng, the meaning of your existence is to serve the saint with all your heart."
"If you can't do it, I can replace you at any time."
"Don't be jealous. As a furnace, you should have the self-cultivation of a furnace. Do you understand?"
"Sect Master, hurry up and replace me." Lin Feng chuckled, pointed at Yu Youshen and said, "I am a normal person and I can't stand your Hehuan Sect's tricks. Do you understand? Don't say anything... As a person Don’t talk about independent personality when it comes to the furnace cauldron. First of all, I asked your disciple to steal it!"
"Do you think I want to be a furnace?" Lin Feng waved his hand and walked back to the palace.
Nian Xi was stunned for a moment and looked at Yu Youshu: "How dare he talk to me like this?"
Yu Youxuan bit his lip, shook his head, and ran back to the palace.
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The next day, the top 16 competition from the outer sect officially began.
Players enter in order.
There were many onlookers around.
Arriving at the lottery table, Lin Feng found that the ground he had damaged had been repaired. He turned around again and saw Mo Fengchun, who was still a little weak.
Her originally graceful temperament now felt a bit cold. It seems she was seriously injured...
Lin Feng was too lazy to pay attention to the messy thoughts and saw Zhang Xiaojun holding a wooden box and following Wu Yong.
Wu Yong clapped his hands and everyone looked at him.
"Top 16, 2 vs. 2, advance to the top 8, do you understand?" Without waiting for anyone to answer, he continued: "Go to Xiaojun to draw lots. If you draw the same one, start the fight."
Zhang Xiaojun put the box on the lottery table, reached in first, and after a moment grabbed a paper ball.
"I am A."
He opened the paper ball and showed it to everyone.
Lin Feng saw that the word "A" was written in the middle of the paper ball. In other words, there was another "A" in the box. Whoever drew it would fight Zhang Xiaojun.
At this time, Yu Shaoan squeezed out of the crowd, reached into the box, and then grabbed a paper ball.
When I spread it out, it read "E".
"Very good."
He couldn't help but chuckle. Fortunately, the lot drawn was different from Zhang Xiaojun's. He didn't want to experience Fu Haiqingping again. The scene was too terrifying.
Lin Feng glanced at him, walked to the box, and grabbed it casually.
"E."
Yu Shaoan: "..." He doesn't want to fight Lin Feng even more. This thing can tear the earth apart and hit people with bang bang, which is more terrifying than Zhang Xiaojun.
Suddenly, Wu Yong gave him a reassuring look.
Yu Shaoan understood.
The bitter expression on his face disappeared instantly, and he smoothed his hair and turned into a cynical look.
Afterwards, the remaining 16 top disciples drew lots one by one.
Zhang Xiaojun's opponent was a frail young man. When this man saw that he had the same draw as Zhang Xiaojun, his face suddenly filled with despair and he was about to give up.
Finally, with Wu Yong's comfort, he decided to go on stage to have a try with Zhang Xiaojun.
Mo Fengchun drew "Ding", and his opponent was a young man with a long beard. He was holding a pair of heavy hammers in his hands. He was swinging them vigorously and looked difficult to deal with.
Soon, everyone finished drawing lots and waited for the competition to begin.
Lin Feng closed his eyes and rested his mind. At this time, Zhang Xiaojun came and sat down next to him.
"Junior Brother Lin, are you asleep?"
"No."
"Oh, Junior Sister Mo is injured and still insists on competing on stage. It's really heartbreaking." Zhang Xiaojun held his head and leaned back: "How could she be injured..."
Lin Feng opened his eyes and glanced over: "You know everything?"
"uh-huh."
"You should advise her to give up. If she gets injured again, there may be sequelae..."
"Are you kidding me?" Zhang Xiaojun jumped up angrily: "Junior brother Lin, I'm just pretending to you, and you treat me like a xiangzi? Do you want the saint to kill me?"
His voice was too loud, so the disciples looked at him first, and then invariably went to look at Mo Fengchun.
Mo Fengchun looked embarrassed and said nothing.
Lin Feng didn't hate Zhang Xiaojun more than he did at this moment. He lowered his voice and said, "Are you sincere? Are you so loud that you want everyone to know?"
"There are probably not many people who don't know that the saint beats the mistress at night." Zhang Xiaojun shook his head: "To untie the bell, you must tie the bell, Master Lin..."
"The person who tied the bell is Yu Youshen!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth and stared at him: "Don't call me Junior Brother Lin in the future, and don't talk to me. I'm not familiar with you."
Zhang Xiaojun shrugged.
At this time, Yu Shaoan came over and said to Lin Feng: "Elder Wu is looking for you."
"snort."
Lin Feng looked for Wu Yong with a dark face.
Wu Yong stood in the warm sunshine with his hands behind his back.
"Elder."
"coming?"
"..." Isn't this nonsense? Lin Feng's face turned darker and he didn't answer.
Wu Yong lowered his head and patted his sleeves: "Xiao Lin, how do I usually treat you?"
"good."
"I have no parents since I was a child. I was raised by my sister. As the saying goes, a sister is like a mother. My sister entrusted Shaoan to me. Should I take good care of him?"
"good."
"Xiao Lin, you have the favor of the saint, and you will have many good things. But since you are rich, shouldn't you think more about us ordinary people?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Listen to the elders, stop the match-fixing and give the opportunity to Shaoan."
"Okay, but..." Lin Feng made a long sound and continued: "If you want a chance, buy it with spirit stones." He needed a sum of spirit stones as escape funds.
Wu Yong frowned: "Xiao Lin, don't forget your roots as a human being. You are an outer disciple first, and then you are the saint's cauldron. Now you dare to ask for something from me?"
"Do you want to give it to me?" Lin Feng said impatiently, "In one sentence, I will agree if you give it to me."
Seeing his firm attitude, Wu Yong had no choice but to agree: "How much do you want?"
"100 spirit stones, no counter-offer."
"How much!?" Wu Yong's cheeks twitched: "Lin Feng, the honor of the top eight is nothing to you? Just let it go and let Shaoan hear it."
"200 yuan."
"...Okay, you're cruel!" Wu Yong took out the spirit stone and patted it on Lin Feng's hand: "What if you lied to me?"
Lin Feng raised his eyes: "Elder Wu, you still can't trust my character?"
I must lie to you. How could such a question come out of your mouth?
"Don't talk about character, just talk about what to do."
"I swear."
Lin Feng raised his hands to the sky: "If I accept the money and do nothing, I will be struck by lightning and die."
As he finished speaking, a flash of lightning flashed in the air.
The contract is made.
If Lin Feng doesn't abide by his oath, he will really be hacked to death.
Wu Yong smiled and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder: "With your words, I feel relieved."
"Um."
"Go back quickly, don't let anyone see the flaws."
"Um."
Lin Feng put away the spirit stones, thinking that with these, it would be easier to escape.
He had to go, he couldn't continue to be entangled with Yu Youxun like this.
When returning to the arena, Zhang Xiaojun had just entered the ring with his opponent.
Yu Shaoan walked up to Lin Feng, seemingly watching the game, but actually talking.
"Lin Feng, has my uncle made it clear to you?"
Lin Feng glanced at him and said, "Clear, too clear."
"That's good, you know how to do it, right?"
"I know, I know too much."
"Why is your tone so weird..." Yu Shaoan shuddered and wanted to speak. At this time, the winner was decided in the ring.
Zhang Xiaojun won in seconds.
