"Ling Feng, from now until this time tomorrow, if you can deduce the missing part of the 10,000 fragments, this palace promises the battle of the Dao Sect to help you. ”

Tian Fengxiao looked at Tian Xinlan and said, "Xinlan, take a walk with your mother and talk about your experience these days." ”

"Mother, I'm here with him. ”

Sweetheart Lan hesitated and refused to leave.

"You can't wait to turn your elbow out before you have a stroke?"

Tian Feng knows infinite powers, and there is nothing she can do about Tian Xinlan, so she gritted her teeth angrily and dragged her arm away.

"Ling Feng, come on, you can do it. ”

Sweetheart Lan made a gesture of encouragement to Ling Feng, and was pulled by her mother, drifting away.

The mother has been separated for many days, so she naturally has to talk well, Ling Feng deduces the incomplete Yuan Technique, the deadline is one day, and Sweetheart Lan has no choice but to compromise.

After Tian Fengxiao and Tian Xinlan left, none of the Eight Great Venerables of the Nine Holy Islands and the Northern Hell Feather left.

However, they didn't dare to help Ling Feng, they just wanted to see what Ling Feng was capable of, turning decay into magic in one day, and completing such a huge workload!

Ling Feng glanced at the mountains of Yuan Techniques around him, picked up a book, glanced at ten lines, quickly skimmed it, turned it aside, picked up another one, and so on......

10,000 incomplete Yuan Techniques, even if Ling Feng deduces the performance, he still needs to write this layer of process silently, and the time spent will naturally be more.

Therefore, he planned to finish the deduction directly, memorize it in his mind, and wait for Tian Fengxiao to ask questions. Answer them one by one.

"Ling Feng, have you finished deducing those meta-techniques you've flipped over?"

Seeing that Ling Feng was like picking a watermelon, he discarded it with just a glance. Bei Yingyu asked suspiciously.

At such a fast speed, it would be hellish if it had really deduced the broken parts.

The other eight island masters were also full of doubts.

In their opinion, Ling Feng was just playing tricks at all, but what was the use of this? Tomorrow, when Tian Fengxiao investigated, how could Ling Feng fool the past?

Ling Feng naturally didn't have the time to answer Bei Ying Yu's question. The speed in his hands is getting faster and faster, and the party is deducing one by one. At this moment, I grabbed a few books, folded them into an inch high, and quickly flipped through them, and there was no interval during the period.

The reason it's so fast. He didn't even use the Bodhi Enlightenment Tree, it was because Ling Feng had read a lot of books in his previous life, and there were countless Yuan Techniques recorded in his mind.

At the moment, he had seen these slightly lower-grade Yuan Techniques in his previous life, and at this moment, he glanced at them cursoly, and he didn't even see the words behind him clearly, and he already knew it in his heart, and when Tian Fengxiao was assessed, he only needed to recall it a little in his mind. It's clear.

As time went by little by little, the Eight Creator Venerables of the Nine Holy Islands and the Northern Immortal Feather went from being surprised at the beginning to being completely numb at this moment.

If you are still skeptical. At this moment, they were very sure that Ling Feng really planned to break the jar.

When the disciples of Yunhai Palace around the mountain gate saw this scene, they were also attracted by it, pointing at Ling Feng, and some of the disciples laughed loudly.

The sun was still hanging in the sky, but now it has moved to the west!

It was approaching dusk.

And the number of incomplete Yuan Techniques deduced by Ling Feng has reached eight thousand.

The remaining two thousand. It's all kinds of miscellaneous books, and there are alchemies. Connector, the formation describes......

For the classics of alchemy, Ling Feng is familiar with the road, and it is effortless to deduce the performance, and the formation is not difficult, after all, he was involved in his previous life.

Only the fragment of the refining weapon, if you want to deduce it completely, it is a little difficult.

Because he knew very little about refining weapons in his previous life, at this moment, as a last resort, Ling Feng used the Bodhi Enlightenment Tree.

With the rapid strengthening of understanding, the obscure places in books seem to be clear and transparent.

A book records the entire process of refining a weapon, and the missing part in the middle is just a few processes, and Ling Feng slowly deduced it according to logic.

Before you know it, the sky has completely darkened.

There was still about half a day left for Ling Feng, and there were less than a thousand broken Yuan Techniques left on the scene.

With the continuous deduction and calculation, Ling Feng inexplicably found that although his mind was clear, it seemed that there were countless words and countless cultivation lines circling, almost jumping out of his mind.

He forcibly suppressed the strange feeling and continued to deduce.

The remaining 1,000 fragments are varied, and the speed of deduction is much slower than before.

Ling Feng relied on the memory of his previous life and his super high understanding, and almost every minute, he pushed a book.

The night passed silently, and the sky became dark and bright.

At this moment, in front of Ling Feng, there were only hundreds of fragments that had not yet been deduced, and the disciples of the Yunhai Palace who were watching around him had reached at least hundreds.

These disciples all knew that Ling Feng was deducing the fragments, but they were all skeptical of those that had already been deduced.

The last hundred books, the time spent increased exponentially, because these mutilated Yuan Techniques were all things that Ling Feng had never read in his previous life.

A few hours have passed, and it is less than a stick of incense from the stipulated time limit.

When the last mutilated Yuan Technique was held in Ling Feng's palm, Sweetheart Lan and her mother arrived.

"Ling Feng, the stipulated time is almost up, how are you deducing?"

Tian Fengxiao asked lightly.

Overnight, she deduced tens of thousands of incomplete Yuan Techniques, and even she was not sure of herself, so she was sure that Ling Feng lost this time.

"I've done the math. ”

Ling Feng glanced at the last fragment he was holding in his palm, then slowly put it down, stood up, and stretched his waist.

"Ling Feng, do you think we are all fools? Deduce 10,000 mutilated Yuan Techniques overnight, you think you are the resurrection of the Great Emperor. ”

An inner gate elder shouted: "You must know that deceiving the palace master is a big crime, and it is still too late to admit your mistake at this moment." ”

"Shut up, where is your turn to speak here?"

Although Tian Fengxiao's voice was soft, it carried the majesty of the superior, forcing the outspoken inner door elder to shut up with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Ling Feng, because of Xinlan, this palace looks up to you. ”

Tian Fengxiao said: "If you pretend to be false and make a fool of yourself, you will provoke the disgust of this palace, and you had better be able to divide the weight." ”

"Aunt Sweet, whether it's a trick or not, we'll find out later. ”

Ling Feng said with a faint smile, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a hint of victory.

"It's really a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers. ”

Tian Fengxiao grabbed it, and a fragment of the ground fell into her palm, flipped it over, and said: "Since you have deduced the performance, the palace will test you, this book of nine palace treasures, the broken text part, you read it aloud, how about it?" (