Zhang Xinde shook his head slightly and said, "Okay, okay, how much do you have? I can see that you have to practice from today. In another half a year, it will be the annual martial arts competition. If you want to make a name for yourself, this is a great opportunity for you. The one who makes me most worried about the three of you is you. Whether you can take off the high hat of the second generation ancestor will be here."

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment and asked inwardly: "Am I really that bad?"

Zhang Xinde saw Lin Feng's thoughts and said with a smile: "Don't be unwilling to accept it. Although your health is so good, it is really pitifully weak compared to those two or three levels. Although our Jin Dynasty's martial arts style is not strong, the competition will be all elites in the country. If you only get beaten up after the health level, you can only get beaten. Okay, don't be healthy now, just start practicing your strength."

Lin Feng was still dissatisfied, his eyes twitched, and he asked, "How to practice? Don't say it's the same as Lin Zheng and Lin Rong at that time." Lin Feng said that, he remembered the way Lin Zheng and Lin Rong and their hands jumped into a frog when they were practicing, and they couldn't help but frown.

Zhang Xinde asked back: "So do you think there is any other way to practice your strength? Go honestly, start with thirty kilograms."

"Thirty kilograms..." Lin Feng immediately took a deep breath when he heard this, and finally shook his head helplessly and walked towards the martial arts performance venue.

The Lin Family Martial Arts Fair covers an area of ​​about 100 acres, with a torrent in the middle. The river divides the Martial Arts Fair into two halves. On the east are uneven stone steps and various heavyweight sandbags and stones, on the west are plum blossom piles of different lengths, and on the west are rows of arrow targets.

Although Lin Feng is not a person here, because he has integrated Lin Feng's memory here, these things are no strangers to him. He walked to the uneven stone steps in the east, looked at the sandbags of all sizes and various heavyweight stones, and frowned slightly and said to himself: "Why should a person's strength be measured by strength?" He said that, bent down to choose the sandbags with great helplessness.

In Lin Feng's memory, he always looked at these things. In the past years, he only watched Lin Rong and Lin Zheng perform. When Lin Feng bent down to pick up the sandbag, he thought in his mind and said to himself: "No matter how I think I can't be from that second generation ancestor. What's going on? Has the Sky Thunder Pool really changed me completely?"

Lin Feng tied the sandbag to his legs, and the scene of being chased by three dogs was reflected in his mind one by one. The memories of being humiliated in the past were churning. He bit his teeth hard, grabbed the fifty kilograms of stones on the ground, and with a loud roar, the stones were immediately raised above his head.

In the distance, Zhang Xinde and Lin Zheng and Lin Rong were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene. Looking at Lin Feng with his feet trembling, Lin Rong's face was only twitching. He was worried that Lin Feng would accidentally fall down.

Lin Feng's legs shook for a while and stopped shaking. He squatted down slowly, holding the stone high with his hands. He slowly lowered his arms until he was completely bent and squatted down. When the stone approached his stamina, he shouted out loud, and his bent body rolled away suddenly, like a golden toad diving, breaking through the sky, and jumping forward with a small step.

Lin Zheng and Lin Rong were both stunned and Zhang Xinde shouted: "Okay..."

Lin Feng jumped forward a step further. When he fell down, he felt his thighs tense all over his body, his waist seemed to swell, and his whole body trembled, especially his arms were shaking violently, as if the fifty-pound stone would fall down at any time.

Lin Zheng let out a long sigh, looking at Lin Feng and sighed: "This is at least twice as difficult as when we were practicing. What gave Feng Shao such motivation? This is simply a life-threatening."

Lin Rong also felt that Lin Feng was having a little too much fun, and looked at Zhang Xinde and said, "Let the young master take a break. I am worried that the young master will not be able to bear this kind of life-long training."

Zhang Xinde shook his head slightly and said, "Feng'er is right. His health preservation is the best practice between you. There is a momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers between breathing and breathing, so don't worry." Although Zhang Xinde said this, he was very confused and said, "He is the only one who can practice the ordinary health preservation method to such a perfect level in ancient times. Even the elders in my Yuhua Immortal Sect do not have such momentum. Oh, I'm thankful that I was a disciple of Yuhua Immortal Sect, why haven't I seen it?" Zhang Xinde thought and shook his head secretly.

Seeing that Zhang Xinde shook his head for no reason, Lin Rong asked in confusion: "What's wrong with the master? Why are you shaking your head?"

Zhang Xinde came back to his senses and smiled, saying, "It's nothing, I just remembered some past events. Okay, you have finally seen Feng'er's potential. If you don't want to be surpassed, you have to work harder." Zhang Xinde said as he stopped looking at Lin Feng, turned around and looked at the plum blossom stakes of different heights behind him and said, "You should go and practice."

As the afternoon approached, Lin Feng, Lin Rong and Lin Zheng were still practicing hard. Zhang Xinde was fine. Lin Ao happened to send someone to invite him to the study, so he went there.

In the study, Lin Ao looked sad. When he saw Zhang Xinde coming, he stood up and greeted him and said, "Master Zhang is here, please sit down quickly."

With the affection, Zhang Xinde was still a little uncomfortable, but he was unable to refuse the affection, so he had to sit down.

After Zhang Xinde sat down, Lin Ao hurriedly asked his servant to pour tea and water, which made Zhang Xinde feel uncomfortable all over.

After everything was done, the slave walked out of the study room and closed the door of the study room. Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Xinde thought to himself, which one should this censor want to perform?

Lin Ao's face became serious. He stood up from the chair, walked towards the bookcase, and took out something tightly wrapped like a stick from the inside of the bookcase.

Zhang Xinde didn't know what Lin Ao wanted to do, but when Lin Ao took the tightly wrapped stick, his hands trembled violently. Zhang Xinde was slightly shocked when he saw it, and quickly stood up and asked, "Sir, this is..."

Lin Ao looked at the things in his hand with a serious expression, and breathed deeply before saying, "This is a sword."

Zhang Xinde was stunned and asked quickly: "Why is a sword wrapped so tightly?"

Lin Ao didn't say anything. He peeled off the cloth wrapped on the sword layer by layer. After about twenty layers, he vaguely saw the shadow of the sword.

Zhang Xinde Khan was anxious and waited for a long time but still couldn't see the true body of the sword. He really wanted to snatch it from Lin Ao's hand and open it to see what kind of sword it was to treat like this.

After seeing the sword shadow, Zhang Xinde finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could finally recognize the true face of Mount Lu. However, after all the wrappings were removed, he still did not see the true face of Mount Lu, because there were still layers of thick candles condensed on the sword.

Seeing this, Zhang Xinde suddenly realized that the sword must have hidden mystery. He couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

Lin Ao took a heavy breath and said, "This is why I want to invite my master over today."

Zhang Xinde's eyebrows moved slightly and said, "Is this sword weird?"

Lin Ao nodded with a serious expression and said, "This sword was brought out by Feng'er from the Sky Thunder Pool. Three months ago, when Feng'er was found outside the Sky Thunder Pool, he held the sword tightly in his hand, and he held it quite tightly..." Lin Ao said the situation at that time.

Zhang Xinde's expression gradually became solemn, and he thought to himself: "Is there really an immortal-level magic weapon in the Tianle Thunder Pool? It seems that this fact is too strange." He asked, "Because the adults felt that this sword was restless and strange, so he sealed it up?"

Lin Ao nodded, let go of his hand, the sword fell down, and a clanging sound sounded when he fell to the ground. Then the candles on the sword scattered all over the ground, and the sword on the ground suddenly trembled.
Chapter completed!