The rooster crowed three times, and the morning light was dim.

Lin Yan stood up, opened the courtyard gate, picked up all the basin and water at the door, washed his teeth with green salt, and then washed the noodles carefully with water.

Wen Xuan lay on the ground, supported his head with his elbows, and watched Lin Yan wash in the yard.

Lin Yan only had a half-old regular dress in the middle and coated it, his hair was loose and he had not been tied up yet.

Wen Xuan looked at him and fell into memories for a moment. When was the last time? When did he see a boy with his hair loose. It seemed like a long time ago, and it seemed that not long ago, these ten thousand years were like a dream.

Wen Xuan looked at Lin Yan after washing up and couldn't help but smile again, "Fortunately, I've found you back."

After Lin Yan finished washing up, he returned to the room. Wen Xuan washed his face quickly with the water he had just washed, straightening his hair.

After a while, Lin Yan had already tied up his crown, changed his clothes, and walked out with his sword in his arms.

Lin Yan was very sure of his feelings. Someone must be looking at him in the dark, but this person seemed to be in a hurry to show up. Lin Yan pretended not to know, but was always paying attention to behind him.

Wen Xuan followed Lin Yan quietly and came to the teaching ground behind Lin's house.

The students had already lined up, and Lin Yan walked to the front and nodded at them. The students saluted one after another, "Second Young Master."

Lin Yan drew out his sword, and the students drew out his sword and began to practice sword skills.

Lin Yan looked at them, corrected his movements from time to time, and asked one or two students to go to the side to practice alone, so as not to influence others. But he was speechless.

After the students finished practicing, they all sweated and went to have breakfast only after they were dissipated.

Seeing the students leaving, Lin Yan started practicing swords. Every move and every move had its own rules, just like Wen Xuan’s memory. But, it was not right! Wen Xuan thought, "Although the young master's sword technique is good, his attack power is weak. Lin Yan's sword technique is fierce and has a strong murderous aura. What's going on?"

After Lin Yan practiced the sword, he returned to his yard. The breakfast was already set, and he cleaned his hands and sat down to eat.

Wen Xuan was sitting opposite him with a heavy burden at this time, looking at him with a smile.

Lin Yan just glanced at the corner of his eyes and saw Wen Xuan’s place, but there was no expression on his face.

Before the meal was finished, the door was knocked. A servant stayed in the heretic. "Second Young Master, the young master invites you to the ring and says that the two sect masters are already waiting."

Lin Yan said "yes" and the man left.

Lin Yan slightly tidied up his clothes and then carried his sword to the ring.

The arena is located in an open space outside the gate of Lin's house. The platform is very large, and people who are watching the fun are crowded with three floors inside and three floors outside. After all, a competition of this scale is rare in a century. Although the Lin family is famous, they have very strict management of their families and are simple and simple, which is even more mysterious in the eyes of the world.

Wen Xuan followed Lin Yan to the ring all the way, squeezed into a crowded place, went to Jue, and watched Lin Yan appear on the stage with some excitement.

Lin Yan raised his sword and stepped onto the ring, which caused a noise.

Words such as "心", "Yushan", "龙网" were constantly being discussed in the crowd, and a girl next to Wen Xuan said, "This person is so beautiful!"

Wen Xuan laughed and said to himself, "Yes, he is pretty."

Su Jing'an, the leader of the Su family, went up from the other side of the arena and politely said, "He is here, I will ask you for advice."

Lin Yan replied with a brief salute, "Lin Family Lin Yan, please."

There was another burst of exclamation in the crowd, "Lin Yan! He is Lin Yan!" The Lin Yan, who was so famous and famous, turned out to be the handsome young man in front of him!

Wen Xuan held the iron sword and watched the fun with a smile.

He Yi made a move first. His sword was very fast. The crowd saw the sword light flashing and had already arrived next to Lin Yan. Lin Yan only used a light blocking of the sword and resolved that move.

Some people in the crowd cheered, and some shouted "Good bodywork!"

Seeing that He Yi failed to hit the move, he turned around and attacked Lin Yan's lower plate. Lin Yan lightly pointed his toes and jumped high, resolving this move again.

He Yi was a little anxious, "Lin Yan, why are you always hiding? Could it be that you are afraid of me?"

Lin Yan also paid attention to it and avoided a few moves again.

He Yi was a little anxious, "Do you look down on me?"

As he said that, he seemed to use all his strength to attack Lin Yan with his sword energy. Lin Yan no longer avoided it, and he also used his sword power to control each other. The two sword energy collided and hit a whirlwind, which made people watching the fun cover their faces with their sleeves.

Wen Xuan saw it with relish. This was the first time he saw such a young man. He did not lose the Lin family's standard, but also showed unwillingness to fight with various families.

Lin Yan took advantage of the wind brought by the sword energy to disturb He Yi's mind and pressed down from the air. He slashed on He Yi's head with a sword. He Yi used his sword in a mess, but felt like a ten thousand pounds of force pressing down from his head. With a "thump", he knelt on the ground. The crowd laughed.

Lin Yan closed his momentum and stood aside.

He Yi gave a gift, "I lost, so I admit defeat."

Lin Yan returned a greeting, "Sect Master He, accept it."

As soon as He Yi got off the arena, the crowd exclaimed like a mountain cry, but Lin Yan seemed to have never heard of it.

A strong man, about forty or fifty years old, held a red cherry spear in his hand and gave Lin Yan a gift, "Prince Lin Er."

Lin Yan replied with a brief greeting.

The man continued, "Su Jing'an, Su family in Changzhou, come and ask for advice."

Lin Yan raised the sword, but the man waved his hand.

"Mr. Lin, this time, our hundreds of families come to challenge the Lin family because the Lin family has often bullied other families and committed many evil deeds in recent years. It is just that due to the Lin family's kung fu and magic, they dare not speak out. Today, I dare not be Su, whether he loses or wins. If I leave this here, Lin family is unkind, and the world will be punished!"

After the end, it was silent. Only Su and He's disciples supported each other for a few words, and the people of Muzhou did not understand what kind of evil deeds Lin had done, and it was worthy of such a big fanfare to fight.

Lin Yan frowned and pursed his lips slightly. Wen Xuanxin said it was not good, and he was angry with this expression.

Sure enough, Lin Yan said in a deep voice, "Lin has never done any evil. Come and fight."

As he said that, Jian Feng was fierce and jumped towards Su Jing'an. Su Jing'an kept hiding, but was finally forced to get off the ring by Lin Yan before he barely took Lin Yan's move and was not in a hurry to attack.

Lin Yan kept looking for Su Jing'an's mistakes during the attack, but it was difficult to attack the enemy in one move. Suddenly, just when Lin Yan wanted to use sword energy to attack again, he found that the spiritual power in his body had been sealed, and his limbs began to become weak. Lin Yan held the sword and tilted his body slightly.

Wen Xuan said in his heart, "Not good!" He quickly took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and covered his face, jumped into the ring, and stood in front of Lin Yan.

When Su Jingan was proudly using his sword move to Lin Yan, he found Wen Xuan and couldn't help but roaring, "Where did the furry child come from? Get out of here!"

Wen Xuan said seriously, "I have heard of the name of Master Su for a long time, and I will experience it after I will learn about it!"

Su Jing'an made a sword move impatiently and took it straight to Wen Xuan's throat. Wen Xuan only blocked the iron sword in front of him and poured it with spiritual power. Before the knife was unsheathed, he bounced Su Jing'an away. Su Jing'an fell to the ground and vomited blood. Only then did he realize that the young man had a great background and said, "Let's fight next time!" He was supported by his disciples and left in a hurry.

The crowd was booing, which made Su Jingan even more embarrassed. Seeing Su Jingan leave resentfully, the crowd dispersed.

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