Looking at the Elder of Destiny who was about to leave, Lin Feng asked, "You are Elder of Destiny, so have you seen my life? The talents of Rong and I are completely opposite. Is this implying something?"

Elder Tianming's body trembled slightly, and his hands were holding each other and knocking each other. He stopped, looked back at Lin Feng and looked at him seriously, but finally his brows frowned tightly. After a long time, Elder Tianming turned around and said, "I can't say..." As he said that, his body flashed and left with the wind.

After Elder Tianming left, Lin Feng was stunned. Elder Tianming's expression before leaving could not be gone in Lin Feng's mind. Lin Feng always felt that the chilling expression seemed to be telling something.

"I can't say it..." After a long time, Lin Feng came to his senses, shook his head slightly, and said to himself: "What does it mean to be unable to say it? I just see through it, what's there to say it? Humph... My destiny is in my hands." Lin Feng thought, his head slightly raised, looked at the changing clouds in the sky, and breathed a long sigh.

Two hours passed, but Lin Feng still didn't see anyone coming to pick him up, and he unconsciously looked at the colorful spirit stone again.

"I don't believe it." Lin Feng said as he walked to the spirit stone again, pressing his hands tightly on the two palm prints. However, except for the spiritual energy pouring into his chest, the numbers were not displayed. He tried dozens of times in a row, but there was no response.

Suddenly, Lin Feng's face became low. At this time, he found that the colorful light on the colorful spirit stone had become extremely dim, and he felt that it was about to be destroyed at any time, and the spiritual energy on it was no longer as abundant as it was earlier. Lin Feng couldn't help but be shocked and quickly retreated, thinking: "What's going on? Why are these spiritual energy getting less and less? It's not that I've been sucked all of them..." Lin Feng thought about it and looked at it, but there was no change in his hands, and his brows were even more tight.

"It's been many years, and I don't know how many years it has been. I haven't come here to pick up people. I didn't expect that I will come out again today."

As the sound of words, a scent of wine wafted over. Lin Feng immediately stopped the guess in his heart, quickly lowered his nose and said, "Well, it smells so good. Since there is good wine, how can you enjoy it alone? Senior is the legendary sword saint!" As Lin Feng spoke, a man with a little gray hair walked towards him with a wine pot while drinking, crooked, as if he was really drunk.

The man is the sword saint in the Yuhua Sect. He is proficient in the eighteen martial arts and has a unique understanding of swordsmanship. He is called the sword saint. But even so, his status has not improved in the Yuhua Sect. Even if the name of the sword saint is good, he is only synonymous with a martial artist after all.

The Sword Saint looked at Lin Feng and nodded, saying, "It's indeed a piece of sword training material. I haven't had a newcomer in the Sword Saint Temple in the Sword Saint Temple for many years. I didn't expect that someone who came was such a genius is really flattering, haha..."

"Genius?" Lin Feng smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "If I can be considered a genius, then I won't wait for seniors here."

The Sword Saint took a sip of wine, shook his head, and said, "You can't say that. There are 360 ​​professions in the world, and you have the top scholars in every profession. If you don't have talent in the eight supernatural powers, it means that you are a genius in the investigation of things. After seeing your eight supernatural powers, all of them are zero, which is enough to prove that you are a genius in the pure supernatural powers. As the saying goes, even if God closes all the doors for you, he will open a window for you. This is your window." The Sword Saint said, looking up at the sky with white clouds, as if seeing whether God really opened a window for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng no longer had hope at this time. He walked to the sword saint, took the wine pot and said, "It's wrong to enjoy good wine alone. Is there no one in your sword saint temple? OK, it doesn't matter. I will accompany you in the future."

"Young Master?" The Sword Saint was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud and said, "What a young master, I am so happy. I, the Sword Saint, like you, who are unruly people like you. Let's go, the test here is over, and I have to continue testing when I go back."

Lin Feng was really terrified when he mentioned the test. He looked at the Sword Saint with a bitter face and said, "Can you not use it? I really don't want to continue to be disappointed."

The Sword Saint took the wine pot and took a sip and said, "Even if you don't have the potential to practice magical powers, I can't teach you whatever you want. The Sword Saint Temple has eighteen martial arts, and you have to teach according to your aptitude. Okay, let's go. There are still many ways to go to the Sword Saint Temple. I don't understand magical powers, and I can't fly like other departments. We have to walk back honestly."

Lin Feng and the Sword Saint left side by side, and a woman in pink clothes suddenly walked out of the Immortal Garden. The woman was Wang Haiyan.

Wang Haiyan looked at Lin Feng's back, snorted coldly, and said to herself: "Haha... What kind of person is really going to be in what kind of department? After entering the Jujue Department, you will never think of turning over in your life. Lin Feng, wait. In a few days, this princess will come to visit your Sword Saint Temple."

As soon as Lin Feng stepped into the mountain of the Ministry of Gewu, he felt that the atmosphere was completely wrong. There were no slaves here. They both walked for a long time but didn't see a slave. Lin Feng asked curiously: "Is there really no one in the Ministry of Gewu?"

The Sword Saint laughed and said, "It was gone, but now isn't you?"

Lin Feng suddenly felt amused and said, "Does the people assigned to the Ministry of Estuary and Estuary have poor talent?"

The Sword Saint nodded and said, "But no matter how bad it is, you are not as bad as you. Zero o'clock, haha... This is the worst talent I have ever seen in my life."

Lin Feng smiled bitterly, and then the two of them were speechless all the way.

When he arrived at the Sword Saint Hall, the Sword Saint led Lin Feng to the Divine Soldier Pavilion and said, "Everyone who comes to the Ground of Things must be tested by the Divine Soldiers. There are the spirits of the seven weapons of swords, guns, swords and halberds in the Divine Soldier Pavilion. Go in and see who will choose you."

Lin Feng was stunned. He walked forward two steps, looked back at the Sword Saint, and asked with some confidence: "What if they don't choose me?"

The Sword Saint laughed, took a sip of wine, and said, "Then you can go down the mountain."

Lin Feng smiled helplessly and said, "So why did they choose me?"

The Sword Saint became serious and looked at Lin Feng and said, "Let's go forward and see how far you can go."

"How far?" Lin Feng asked in confusion: "Can't you just walk in?"

"It's not easy to walk in? Even I can't walk in." The Sword Saint closed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about the past, and said lightly: "I don't remember how many years ago it happened. When those people started to come to the Ministry of Interpretation, they were all like you, full of their ambitions, but in the end no one stayed."

Lin Feng asked, "Why is this?"

The Sword Saint opened his eyes, looked at the deep-skinned Divine Weapon Pavilion, and said, "Not everyone is born with the potential to practice magical powers, nor is it selected by the soul. Therefore, many people are destined to be unable to practice magical powers or objects. Some of them could have practiced and would have achieved considerable achievements, but they were too eager for quick success and instant benefits, so they finally failed. About fifty years ago, there was a young man who came to my object investigation department and stood in the Divine Weapon Pavilion just like you today.

Before, he was as confident as you, he was the person I had ever seen. He walked ten steps, and ten steps were enough to make him a legend in combat skills..." The Sword Saint shook his head slightly when he said this: "At that time, I was immersed in joy, and always thought that I had an heir to the Ministry of Interpretation, but when I realized that he had taken the tenth step. When I stepped out the tenth step, his blood squirted all over the ground, and his whole body was destroyed. Finally, he ate a lot of elixirs before he recovered. After he got better, he chose to go down the mountain."

Lin Feng couldn't help but twitch when he heard this. He turned around and looked at the Divine Soldier Pavilion, which seemed to be full of divine weapons and treasures. He took a deep breath and said, "Ten steps, right?"

The Sword Saint looked at Lin Feng's back and said lightly: "Don't force yourself. If you can't walk, stop. I have heard of your deeds. You can achieve such achievements at such a young age. Even if you don't walk ten steps, as long as you are willing to work hard in the future, your future achievements will definitely not be inferior to me."

Lin Feng looked back at the Sword Saint and said, "Then can we not try it?"

The Sword Saint shook his head and said, "No, if you don't try, I don't know where your talent is higher. Go, come back if you can't."

Lin Feng turned around and turned his back to the sword saint, looked at the deep-stained Divine Weapon Pavilion, couldn't help but take a deep breath, grabbed the dragon sword hidden in the cotton cloth, and began to step forward.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The Sword Saint stood naturally at the beginning. As Lin Feng stepped forward, he reached out and pinched his jaw tightly.

Seven steps...

Although Lin Feng walked slowly, he did not stop. Every time he took a step, the swordsman's fingers that tightly squeezed his chin would tremble.

Eight steps...

The sword saint's heart began to be beating violently.

Nine steps...

The sword saint clenched his chin tightly with his fingers and looked straight at Lin Feng's back.

Swish swish swish swish...
Chapter completed!