"Xia Feichi, get up..."

In the early morning, Lin Feng kicked Xia Feichi, who was sleeping soundly, off the ragged hammock he hung in the luxurious classroom. Xia Feichi rolled onto the ground from his sleep, raised his head in panic and looked around:

"Who? Who? What happened?"

Looking at Xia Feichi with a confused look on his face, Lin Feng cursed in anger and funny way:

"It's already half past six, are you still sleeping so soundly? Get up, I'll entrust you with something."

"What's up?"

Xia Feichi asked with a frown, covering the back of the fallen head.

"The competition is about to be played in ten days. Ling Yueyong and I are going to go to Tianwu Pavilion to go to seclusion to see if we can seek breakthroughs before the competition. Recently, I will let you live the addiction to being the boss. You are responsible for the training of all students in Nanyuan, so that they must maintain the highest combat state. Look, this is a secret book of Arhat boxing, a secret book of Monk-Pushist, a secret book of Zixia magic skills, and four bottles of acquired creation pills, and two bottles of marrow-cut pills. These things are used in response to others and must play the greatest effect. This is my last possession, and I will kill you if I dare to waste it."

Lin Feng threw this pile of things on Xia Feichi's body like garbage. Before Xia Feichi could see where Lin Feng took out these things, he hugged them in his arms with a ecstatic expression. As a martial arts practitioner, he naturally had a fanatical hobby for these techniques, secrets, elixirs and other things. He immediately agreed:

"Don't worry, I will leave it to me. In ten days, I will definitely turn them into masters."

Lin Feng nodded slightly and said:

"In these ten days, if Ouyang Jing or Dongyuan people come to find trouble, don't fall into their trap. If you can, you will endure it. When I come back, settle the accounts one by one. If you have any urgent matters, go find Zhou Tianfeng."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Xia Feichi agreed.

Lin Feng nodded, turned around and said to Ling Yueyong:

"Okay, let's go up the mountain."

After a hard climb, Lin Feng and Ling Yueyong finally climbed to the top of the mountain with difficulty. Lin Feng was panting and shook his head and said:

"I hate this staircase..."

"I really haven't been browsing this Jade Emperor's top yet." Looking at the endless crowd, Ling Yueyong said novelly.

"This way."

Lin Feng took Ling Yueyong to the back of the Jade Emperor's Top. Lin Feng had only one purpose to bring Ling Yueyong here, which was to let Ling Yueyong understand the content of the "Nine Yin Scriptures" as soon as possible. Although Ling Yueyong is a martial arts genius, he is not like he has the help of an angel engine, so it still needs an opportunity to fully comprehend. Lin Feng was not sure whether Tianwu Pavilion could become this opportunity. All he could do now was to let go!

Generally speaking, when thinking about "Nine Yin and Nine Yang", there will always be some people with silver evil will think of going wrong. Of course, Lin Feng is no exception. But now it is not the time to do some discordant things. Lin Feng is now just trying to complete everything harmoniously and comprehend smoothly!

"God bless... God bless..."

While praying in his heart, Lin Feng took Ling Yueyong to Tianwu Pavilion. Suddenly, a young man who was not wearing a badge and staggered like drunkenness came towards him. The young man's face was pale, like a living zombie. Although his clothes were neat, his walking pace was tilted. Finally, after wandering around for a few rounds, he fell heavily to the ground and fainted at Lin Feng's feet...

"Haha, this kid drinks like this in broad daylight. It's so leisurely. Yueyong, let's go." Lin Feng looked at the young man who fainted under his feet, smiled and pulled Ling Yueyong away.

"Wait! Lin Feng, this person fell down in front of us. Shouldn't we help him?" Ling Yueyong said anxiously.

"Oh, so you officials don't know us ordinary people at all. Can you help people who fall on the road? What if this kid wakes up and says we hit him? There are too many such things in China. Good people are not rewarded, who knows who helps them. Meditation is the rule of survival for ordinary people..." Lin Feng said with insight.

"Crash..."

Just as Lin Feng was feeling a lot, a group of black people suddenly rushed over and surrounded the place. Is this the legendary fun? Now, Lin Feng, who was surrounded in the center, couldn't escape even if he wanted to run away.

"What's wrong with this guy?" asked a boy watching.

"Don't worry, I'm a student from the Shintoku, let me take a look."

Suddenly, a confident voice rang out from the outside of the crowd. I heard that it was the students of Shintoku, and everyone made a way out. Shintoku students practiced alchemy every day, and they became half a doctor, so at this time, they should still be able to play.

The student from the Shintoku walked up to the young man and squatted down, grabbed one of the young man's hand and put it in his hand. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said:

"I can't save it. This guy must have come from Tianwu Pavilion, right?"

"Yes, I just saw him coming out of Tianwu Pavilion." A onlooker interrupted.

"Tsk tsk, it's another example of this. There are so many people like this. They are greedy for the thinking speed of the Tianwu Pavilion, and are unwilling to come out. They stay in it for a few days. As a result, their minds cannot bear such mental pressure and completely collapse. Alas, it's a pity for a younger generation." The student from the Shintoku quickly issued a "death judgment."

"So, he is really out of salvation?" the onlooker frowned.

"Haha, the problem that even our Shintoku cannot solve is of course unsaved." The Shintoku student shook his head and sneered.

"Let's go, there's no chance to watch it."

Lin Feng also shook his head with regret, pulled Ling Yueyong and left. Suddenly, Yin Yu's voice sounded in Lin Feng's heart:

"Master, you should save him."

"Urgent mission?" Lin Feng raised his eyebrows.

"It's not an emergency mission, and there will be no reward, but I just think you should save him. Maybe, if you save him, you will have unexpected surprises..." Yin Yu smiled.

"oh?"

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows again. Looking at the pale face of the young man underground, Lin Feng shook his head and said helplessly:

"Okay...just meddle in other people's business this time.--if he can be saved..."

As he said that, Lin Feng patted the Shinto school student on the shoulder and said:

"Hey, let me take a look."

"Haha, I said I can't save you anymore. Do you think you, a martial artist like you, can save him?" He glanced at the ribbon around Lin Feng's neck and the student of the Shintoku said contemptuously.

"Haha, how can you know if you don't try it?" Lin Feng smiled slightly and said.
Chapter completed!