"right."

Lin Chen pretended to be serious and nodded, saying: "Go down quickly and heal your wounds."

The Holy Son Chongtian nodded depressedly, making everyone laugh.

Saint Wan Jian patted his shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay, you will lose to him sooner or later, why not lose to him sooner?"

"roll!"

The Holy Son Zhongtian pushed his hand away and glared at him fiercely. This guy wasn't trying to comfort him, he was just looking at his jokes.

The Saint of Ten Thousand Swords chuckled and said to Lin Chen: "Sir of the Heavenly Sword, you did a great job."

Lin Chen smiled and immediately sat down to rest.

In the blink of an eye, it was the seventh day of the finals. In the morning, Saint Huanzhen defeated Saint Son of Wanjian, Saint Son of Qiantian defeated Saint Son of Yanghe, and Saint Yunfeng challenged Saint Son of Wanjian but lost.

In the afternoon, Holy Son Ming Ye challenged Holy Lady Yanqing according to his challenge goal and won in one battle.

"Star Punishment, be prepared for failure."

Saint Son of Mingye looked at Saint Son of Star Punishment, dropped these words, and left the sword platform.

"madman."

Saint Son of Star Punishment looked angry, but he had to admit that he was no match for Saint Son of Mingye.

Saint Son Chongtian and Saint Son Wanjian looked at each other and shook their heads.

Saint Liyuan took the initiative to challenge Saint Xuhuai, but lost.

With the mentality of tempering himself, Saint Son Chongtian took the initiative to challenge Saint Son Xuhuai but failed. He was laughed at by Saint Son Wanjian for not knowing his own abilities. However, he took the initiative to challenge Saint Son Qiantian, but he also failed.

So the Holy Son Chongtian also laughed at him, and the two quarreled with each other, neither of them convinced the other, making everyone laugh.

Soon the eighth day of the finals arrived. The Holy Son of Mingye was true to his words, and challenged the Holy Son of Star Punishment. He won again and was in the limelight.

"Now Saint Son of Mingye's performance is comparable to that of Saint Huanzhen. Only Saint Son of Heavenly Sword is still tepid."

"I took a look. If Saint Mingye is sharp and sharp, and Saint Huanzhen is as gentle as water, then Saint Son of Heavenly Sword is stable."

"I don't think so. Every competition between Heavenly Sword Saint Son and Son of Heavenly Sword always has unexpected moves. After the competition, there will be progress. This is something that neither Holy Girl Huanzhen nor Saint Son Mingye has."

In the midst of everyone's discussion, Lin Chen and Holy Son Yunfeng walked to the sword platform together and had a duel. As expected, Lin Chen won.

Holy Son Yunfeng was not discouraged, but instead thanked him: "Sir, Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, thank you for your advice. Now my method of using softness to overcome hardness is a bit like entering the palace."

"Use softness to overcome hardness, focusing on the word "soft". You used to play like Saint Son of Ten Thousand Swords and Saint Son of Chongtian, so it is naturally difficult to improve. If you switch to the style of Holy Maiden of Huanzhen, you will make progress faster. ." Lin Chen said slowly.

It turned out that the competition just now was requested by Holy Son Yunfeng, just to ask Lin Chen to give him guidance.

After Lin Chen personally learned his magic method, he quickly put forward effective suggestions, which benefited him a lot.

"Well, I understand."

Holy Son Yunfeng nodded heavily, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to meditate.

"After this time, his strength should be able to improve a lot."

Lin Chen thought to himself, and immediately watched the competition, and saw another familiar figure. It was the Holy Son of Ming Ye, and this time his opponent was the Saint of Liyuan.

After about a stick of incense, Saintess Liyuan was defeated, which made many disciples who admired her feel heartbroken.

Lin Chen had already anticipated this result and was not surprised by it.

Holy Son Yunfeng said: "Next time, he should challenge Holy Son Qiantian."

"Um."

Lin Chen nodded and happened to see Saint Mingye holding a sword and saying to Saint Son Qiantian: "Qiantian, I will challenge you tomorrow. I hope you can fight me in the best condition."

Qiantian Shengzi said calmly: "If you can return to your best condition tomorrow, then I have no problem."

Whoosh!

Holy Son Mingye put away his ink sword and walked away through the black smoke, leaving behind the unruly figure of Holy Son Qiantian.

"Qiantian, you must defeat him." Holy Son Yanghe said with anger on his face.

"His strength is not weaker than that of Xu Huai and Xie Mie. He is indeed qualified to let me go all out." Holy Son Qiantian said after a while.

"Ah! Are you sure about that?" Shengzi Yanghe asked nervously.

"Don't worry, he has improved so much, which is indeed beyond my expectation, but I have not fallen behind over the years." Shengzi Qiantian said with a smile.

"I believe you." Saint Son of Yanghe said.

At this time, the Holy Son and disciples inside and outside Zishan have begun to look forward to his contest with Holy Son Mingye.

"Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, do you think Saint Son of Heaven can defeat Saint Son of Mingye tomorrow?" Holy Son of Yunfeng asked in a low voice.

"Do you hope he can win?" Lin Chen asked without answering.

"Of course, it's not just me, many people hope that Holy Son Qian Tian can defeat him." Holy Son Yunfeng nodded and said, "You know, Ming Ye is not very popular."

"I'm not sure yet which one is stronger or weaker."

Lin Chen pondered for a while and said: "Judging from the previous competitions between Holy Son Qiantian and Holy Son Mingye, it is obvious that they did not give their all and had some trump cards."

Holy Son Yunfeng was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "You said Holy Son Qiantian kept his trump card, I believe it, but how come Holy Son Mingye still has a trump card?"

"When he spoke to Holy Son Qiantian just now, there was fighting intent hidden in his eyes. However, he had never shown such a state in his previous competition with Holy Lady Liyuan." Lin Chen analyzed.

"Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, you actually observed so carefully? I didn't even notice his every move just now." Holy Son Yunfeng said a little surprised.

"He concealed it very well. If I didn't pay attention, I wouldn't have noticed it," Lin Chen said.

"Well, the fact that he can show his fighting spirit against Holy Son Qiantian is enough to show that he attaches great importance to Holy Son Qiantian, or that he has no confidence in victory." Holy Son Yunfeng nodded.

Lin Chen also nodded and said, "So until the moment they give their all, it's hard to tell who is stronger and who is weaker."

"No matter what, I still hope that the final winner will be Holy Son Qiantian."

A glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of Holy Son Yunfeng, and he immediately said: "By the way, I am ready to challenge Holy Son Yanghe."

"You can win." Lin Chen said with a smile.

"Really? But I'm not completely sure." Holy Son Yunfeng said with a little lack of information.

"Just do what you want in your heart." Lin Chen said seriously.

"I see."

Holy Son Yunfeng nodded heavily, and immediately showed a relieved smile. After seeing the competition on the sword stage ended, he went up to challenge Holy Son Yanghe.

Lin Chen looked at his back and said softly: "Have a day of rest, and then it's time for me to take action."

"You challenge me?"

Holy Son Yanghe was a little surprised, but he did not hesitate and walked onto the sword platform to compete with Holy Son Yunfeng.

He was confident of defeating Holy Son Yunfeng, and things developed as he wanted. He had the upper hand from the beginning and suppressed Holy Son Yunfeng.

But when he tried to defeat Holy Son Yunfeng many times, he failed, and after a cup of tea, he felt tired.

Holy Son Yunfeng actually started to fight back, using the method of softness to overcome strength, using flowing clouds and flowing water to neutralize most of his attacks.
Chapter completed!