Signed in for 20 years, just to kill God

Ma Xiaoguang handed over all the spirit stones, and Lin Fan laughed proudly.

"Unfortunately, you can't bet against each other."

"why?"

Ma Xiaoguang thought he was injured, and Lin Fan didn't pay attention to him, so he swore on the spot.

"Brother, don't worry, I will practice hard and break through as soon as possible. Even if I am injured, it is still possible."

"You think too much!"

Lin Fan patted Ma Xiaoguang, the spirit stone project still had to be carried out, Lin Fan got tens of thousands of spirit stones in such a short time.

"Which of your outer sects is the weakest?"

"The weakest?"

Ma Xiaoguang was stunned for a moment, Lin Fan smiled charmingly, just like a fox.

"If you say the weakest, they are all in the kitchen. In fact, these people are going to go outside, they must be stronger than martial artists."

"But they practice swords very slowly!"

"The room?"

"Go, go to the kitchen!"

Lin Fan was excited. One of Lingshi's plans was to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, so he had to choose the weakest one and make a bet by guiding the swordsmanship.

Ma Xiaoguang is Zhuang, and Zhuang can take it all.

This is a simple game.

Ma Xiaoguang was stunned for a moment, but still led Lin Fan towards the kitchen.

The people in the outer door all looked at the Holy Son secretly, and of course Lin Fan felt it too.

Walking among the outer gates, looking at the entrances of the outer gates, some female disciples of the outer gate even cast winking eyes at Lin Fan.

"This is life!" Lin Fan felt satisfied.

Lin Fan walked casually with his hands behind his back, and Ma Xiaoguang introduced him again.

"In front is the kitchen. Among those who stay here, the weakest one has a disciple. It is said that it has been more than 30 years, and they have become old men. They are still outside the door."

"It's the weakest one!"

Lin Fan nodded and walked into the kitchen.As soon as I walked in, I heard scolding.

"Hurry up and clean up!"

"It's hard for you to practice swords, and clean up these chickens, ducks, and fishes, isn't it okay?"

A shirtless fat man is directing.There is also a sword at the fat man's waist, a broad-bladed fine steel sword.

In the kitchen, on the chopping board, there are all kinds of spirit beast meat.These spirit beasts are indeed chickens, ducks and geese, but their bodies are full of spirituality.

There are even some people who are sharpening their kitchen swords and taking dragon fish.

There are pancakes next to them, golden fat, falling in the air, like an inscription.

A ray of sword light came out, three parts of the dough fell, and then a steaming pancake came out soon.

"Sword, can you still use it like this?"

Lin Fan watched curiously, and at this time the fat man also saw Lin Fan and others.

"What are you doing? The kitchen is important..."

As soon as it was finished, Ma Xiaoguang said quietly: "Senior Brother Bai, this is the Holy Son."

"Son?"

The fat man's name is Bai Hua, and he is also one of Guo Dongtian's apprentices, in charge of the kitchen.

"Meet the Holy Son!"

Everyone still bowed down, and then Bai Hua looked at Lin Fan in doubt, what on earth is Lin Fan doing here?
"Ming Yun, the pancakes are all mushy!"

"waste!"

There was a burnt smell in the air, and when Bai Hua turned his head, he saw Ming Yun who was making pancakes and kicked him.

Ming Yun is white-haired and over 50 years old, with wrinkles all over his face.

After being kicked down by this kick, his right leg made a sound of breaking.

But Ming Yun gritted his teeth and insisted on standing still, not daring to dodge.

"Senior Brother Bai, I'll make pancakes again!"

Ming Yun grabbed the sword in his hand, it was a thin fine steel sword.In Lin Fan's eyes, this is simply a dagger.

Ming Yun's face was flushed, big beads of sweat fell down.

"Wait a moment!"

Lin Fan pointed to Mingyun, Mingyun was taken aback.

"Asshole, have you provoked the Son?"

"waste!"

Bai Hua was about to kick Ming Yun again, and Ming Yun was already trembling in fright.

"Enough, I'll let him come with me!"

"They're all from the same sect, what about you?"

Lin Fan glared at Bai Hua, and quickly asked Ma Xiaoguang to stop him.

"Holy Son, you don't have to pity such a person. After all these years, you have stayed at the outer door, and you are just a waste. If you go out, you will also feed the demons."

"Is he weak?"

"Haha, of course I'm weak. I've practiced for 30 years and I'm still at the Spirit Sea Realm. I haven't completed the sword technique "Three Flower Swords" I've practiced."

"At the beginning, if he didn't know the elder, he could have stayed here."

"Very weak, the weakest here?"

Lin Fan asked again, Bai Hua laughed mockingly, and even the others laughed too.

Ming Yun lowered his head, his old face was flushed, he was already numb, his talent for sword cultivation was indeed too weak.

If it wasn't for his family and relationship with the elders of the Holy Land, he wouldn't be able to get in.

But even if you come in, it's useless. To practice in the Holy Land, you rely on swordsmanship.

"Okay, what I want is the weakest!"

"Do you have a spirit stone?"

Lin Fan looked at Bai Hua again, Bai Hua was stunned for a moment, and looked at Lin Fan warily, what does Lin Fan mean by this?
"It's good to have it, it seems that the kitchen is a fat job!"

Lin Fan didn't say anything more, but came to Ming Yun's side.

Ming Yun's temples are gray, and if he entered the realm of immortal martial arts, his cultivation should be stronger than that of martial arts practitioners.In Linghai Realm, the lifespan can reach a hundred years, and Ming Yun is not like this.

Obviously, Mingyun suffered a lot of bullying and oppression here.

Ming Yun kept his head down, not daring to look at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan is a high-ranking holy son, but he is only the weakest disciple of the outer sect.

"How about it? Follow me, I will teach you the sword technique!"

"what?"

Ming Yun raised his head in shock, didn't Lin Fan come to trouble him, but to teach him the sword technique?
"Wow!"

Everyone else was in an uproar, what was going on, and how did Lin Fan choose Mingyun.

"Holy Son, don't be joking."

"I'm not joking!"

"I will teach you the sword technique, and you are mine."

"You, do you want me to join Potian Palace?" Ming Yun looked at in shock.

Bai Hua has already curled her lips, Potian Temple is really broken enough, anyone can say it.The weakest disciple of the outer sect will also join Potian Palace.

"Okay, as long as you think about it, you are a disciple of Potian Palace."

"what?"

Lin Fan's answer shocked everyone.

Only Ma Xiaoguang was very calm, holding his mouth shut, looking at Lin Fan furtively.

"Do you want to?"

"I, I don't have the strength, Son, please let me go." Ming Yun lowered his head again, his shoulders trembled, even if he was given a chance, he was still the weakest.

"Your sword has no problem in practice, but there is a trick missing."

"As long as you master the Knock on the Door, the Three Foil Swords, you'll be great."

"Really?"

Ming Yun is very stubborn, he wants to practice the three-foil sword wholeheartedly.Everyone else practiced the Three-Foil Sword very quickly, but Ming Yun was the only one who practiced slowly.

Even if you have practiced for 30 years, you can only transform into three with one sword, and you can't reach the real three flowers.

"I can tell you!"

"But, you have to do one thing for me!"

"This is your chance, do you really want to make pancakes here?"

If Lin Fan had horns on his head, he would be a demagogic demon.

Ming Yun looked at Lin Fan, gritted his teeth for a long time and said, "Okay, I beg the Holy Son!"