Just as Zhang Xinde nodded, he saw the dragon sword flying into Lin Feng's hand as if it was returning to his master. His eyes suddenly widened, and only a pair of eyes were about to fall off on the spot.

The moment the dragon sword fell into Lin Feng's hand, the iron sword, which was originally rusty, flashed a golden light. All the rust disappeared and a domineering aura appeared. Zhang Xinde and Lin Ao were both shocked by this scene.

Lin Feng held the dragon sword and felt indescribable excitement in his heart. He vaguely felt that the sword should belong to him, and it seemed to have its own life.

Zhang Xinde was so excited that he even trembled when he spoke. He looked at the dragon sword that was no longer rusted at this time and said, "Immortal weapon...Immortal weapon...Immortal weapon...This is really amazing. I didn't expect that I, Zhang Xinde, would have the fate to see the immortal weapon in my lifetime. God is really not to me." Zhang Xinde said as he trembled his hand and reached towards the dragon sword in Lin Feng's hand. Suddenly, Zhang Xinde's expression suddenly became ugly because he found that his hand could not get close to the dragon sword at all. A powerful repulsive force blocked his hand.

Zhang Xinde said repeatedly, "Okay, okay... If Feng'er has such a fate, her future achievements will definitely be immeasurable."

Lin Feng was silent at this time in the surprise of obtaining the immortal weapon, and did not notice Zhang Xinde's surprise. Lin Feng held the dragon sword and stretched out his hand to pull out the dragon sword.

However, just as Lin Feng was about to draw the sword, his hand was stopped by Zhang Xinde. Zhang Xinde said seriously: "Feng'er, don't draw the sword first."

Lin Feng was stunned, looked straight at Zhang Xinde, and asked in confusion: "Master, why is this?"

Zhang Xinde grabbed Lin Feng's hand and said with a serious expression: "A man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure. Your current cultivation level is only four levels of hardness and softness. His overall strength is lower than Lin Rong and Lin Zheng. The immortal weapon comes out and moves around. Just imagine if others knew that you had an immortal weapon, what would be the result?"

At this time, Lin Ao also realized the seriousness of this matter and hurriedly said, "Feng'er, let's seal the sword first. It's not too late to take it out after a few days if you have the ability to protect yourself."

Zhang Xinde shook his head and said, "It's not appropriate. Since this is an immortal weapon, and he also chose Feng'er as his master, so I think Feng'er will bring the sword with him in the future and never leave him. The immortal weapon is spiritual. With him, Feng'er will not even use my old bone."

Lin Ao was the most excited person when he heard this. He always thought that his son would be a complete waste. Unexpectedly, the disaster not only did not take Lin Feng away, but instead gave him a strange genius. Therefore, no one could understand the excitement in his heart.

Zhang Xinde patted Lin Feng on the shoulder vigorously and said, "So, as long as Feng'er doesn't draw his sword, plus the self-concealment ability of the immortal weapon, no one can think that this is an immortal weapon. If you take him with you, he will save you from danger."

Lin Feng nodded excitedly and said, "If you say the master, you will always remember it and will not draw this sword at will."

Zhang Xinde said several good things in a row, and finally said with confidence: "This is great. I have been worried that our family members cannot enter the game. It seems that there is no need. I have a clear idea in my heart in the martial arts competition tomorrow. Well...but, the sons of the Du family... should be fine...haha... it's fine..."

Lin Feng listened to Zhang Xinde's words and asked in confusion: "Several sons of the Du family? Are they all very powerful?"

Zhang Xinde nodded and said with a serious expression: "Although Du Shilong's physical body is a fifth-level divine power, Lin Rong can deal with it. Du Shihu, Du Shilong's younger brother, has always kept a low profile. This person is a person Dewey has always wanted to focus on training. He was fortunate to meet him once, but it was a year ago. At that time, he was already in the fifth-level divine power realm of physical body. Moreover, his strength at that time was not inferior to Lin Zheng and Lin Rong now. He has never met this year. However, it is certain that his strength will be a great improvement. It seems that he will be Dewey's killer move to seize power. The focus of this year's martial arts competition. If you really meet him, remember to be careful and not fight hard."

Lin Feng frowned slightly when he heard this and asked, "Is the master worried that his disciple will meet him? Don't worry, master, the disciple has a good idea."

Zhang Xinde nodded repeatedly and said, "It can be said that if there is only one Du Shihu, you don't have to worry so much. But then there will be masters gathering. Although our Jin State is a small country, these hundred people can still be found. I am worried that you can't pass the hurdles and reach the final decisive battle. As long as you can persevere until the end, even if you lose to Du Shihu in the end, you can still make a fortune and become famous in the top few. That's worth it."

Lin Feng heard Zhang Xinde's words and said with a smile: "Master, don't worry about this. I can go through the Thunder Pool without dying. This luck is not comparable to ordinary people. Dad, Master, don't worry about me. Okay, it's not too early. I'll go back and rest and prepare for tomorrow's competition."

Lin Feng returned to his room, but Long Jian kept his hand and didn't even want to put the sword down even when he lay on the bed. Lin Feng watched carefully while rubbing the Dragon Jian.

Lin Feng looked at it for a long time, and he wanted to pull out the dragon sword many times, but every time he was about to take action, Zhang Xinde's words rang in his ears again, and he couldn't help but become irritated and said, "What the hell are you, an immortal weapon? I really want to see your true face."

Lin Feng said as he held the Dragon Sword and flipped his body, saying, "By the way, what should I call you? Do you have a name?...I'm so stupid, how could you have a name? Well, since you are willing to follow me, I'll give you a name! You said you're called Xuepo?"

Lin Feng himself didn't know why he thought of the two unrelated words Xue Po at this time. They are not the same word and have no meaning. However, these two words seem to be buried in his heart for many years.

Listening to this name, Long Jian shook slightly, and Lin Feng said in a daze: "Do you dislike this name not domineering? Okay, what about that dragon soul?"

The next day, Lin Feng got up early. He couldn't help but run straight to Lin Rong's room. Outside the door, he knocked loudly on the door and shouted: "Hey, Lin Rong, Lin Rong, got up..."

At this time, Lin Rong happened to return to his room. When he saw Lin Feng knocking on the door, he thought he was wrong. He quickly wiped his eyes and said, "Young Master, is this really you? Are you calling me?"

Lin Feng turned around, looked at Lin Rong, his eyes widened, and said, "Wow, are you ready?"

Lin Rong smiled and said, "That's a must. This is the annual martial arts competition. This will be a great opportunity to change my fate, and I cannot miss it."

When Lin Feng heard this, his eyes turned and he immediately said angrily: "Okay, you servant, you think so to leave my Lin family, and say, "What's wrong with me, Lin Feng?"

Lin Rong shrank down and said with a smile, "Young Master is so kind to me, but I have nothing to say." Lin Rong said, "I'm just blaming Lin Feng for being so capable, Young Master, why are you making progress so fast? Now, I'm almost useless, so before I can't protect the young master, I have to find a way out first. You think you're right?" Lin Rong said, patted Lin Feng's shoulder lightly, and then sighed deeply, as if he was going to part.

Lin Feng was stunned at first, then laughed and said, "Pretending me again, let's see how I beat you into a bastard." Lin Feng said, raised his fist and wanted to smash it straight towards Lin Rong.

Lin Rong quickly took a step back and said, "Can the turtle be okay?"

Lin Feng said, "Okay, you're leaving, hurry up and invite Mr. Zheng."

At this time, Lin Zheng's voice came from the side: "When you invite me, then I'll wait for next year's competition to be more reliable. Let's leave and see when it's time?"

Lin Feng tapped Lin Rong's fist and said, "It's more reliable to be Zheng Shao." He followed Zheng Shao straight towards the gate.
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