The seemingly ordinary firewood knife was only two centimeters away from Gong Heng's head, but it could no longer be dropped.

Qiao Lin was full of horror, but he found that it was the outer gate elder who was the referee who stopped him, and seeing Gong Heng's frightened expression, Qiao Lin was even more startled.

"I almost killed him?" Qiao Lin set off a monstrous wave in his heart.

For a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, he has always maintained a kind character, even if he was attacked by Zhuang Mingfeng, he did not attack the other party's vital point, or sacrificed the water Jiao sword to kill the other party.

Although Fang Zong didn't agree with Qiao Lin's kindness, he didn't force him to see the killing.

And Qiao Lin almost killed Gong Heng today, but it made his heart greatly stimulated.

He was completely immersed in comprehending the tactics taught by Fang Zong, but unconsciously, he lost consciousness, and he didn't know that he would do such a thing.

After the outer gate elder announced the result, Gong Heng fled in panic.

The moment he was stared at by Qiao Lin, he almost thought that he was about to go to a different place and die tragically on the Yanmen platform.

And after experiencing this confrontation, his heart was also full of shadows for Qiao Lin.

Seeing this, the outer gate elder shook his head helplessly, but he didn't pay attention to it, just looked at Qiao Lin, and said indifferently: "The seven people who are going to challenge you this time have all finished the challenge, and you should go back!"

Qiao Lin bowed respectfully to the elder, and then walked down the test table step by step.

Wherever he passed, the outer disciples made way for him one after another.

Everyone sighed in their hearts, how could they have imagined that such a young boy would actually have such a skill, and with the sixth-fold cultivation of the Refining Body Realm, he would defeat two eightfold outer disciples of the Refining Body Realm.

With such a record, it is definitely a first-class demon.

They secretly regretted it, such a demon, the future must be immeasurable, if they chose to help Qiao Lin at the beginning, maybe in the future they would be able to have a good relationship with a Tianjiao figure who is dominating the Penglai faction.

It's just a pity that it's already too late.

The icing on the cake, how can it be compared to sending charcoal in the snow?

After Qiao Lin defeated many masters, he didn't have much joy, he left Yanmentai and rushed back to the purple bamboo forest where he usually cut bamboo.

Now Qiao Lin feels more and more that something is wrong, as if there is always a desire to kill in his body to burst out from his heart.

This is also the reason why he came to the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Fang Zong had told him that the breath of the purple bamboo forest could calm the nerves, but Qiao Lin didn't have this kind of murderous impulse on weekdays, but he didn't know why he had such an indifferent killing intent today.

At that time, in addition to being completely immersed in Fang Zong's combat methods, he also heard a voice.

The voice seemed to be in his ear, and whispered to him:

"Kill him, think about how he bullied you, kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Such a strange voice in him

's mind kept popping up, and in the end, it seemed to be urging him in his ear.

Under the ghost's divine request, Qiao Lin would aim the firewood knife at Gong Heng's neck.

"What is it that is influencing me?" Qiao Lin struggled to control the killing intent that was born in his heart, but it suddenly occurred to him that when he really comprehended Fang Zong's combat methods, he suddenly became like this, could it be......

However, as soon as this thought arose, Qiao Lin shook his head violently, and shouted angrily in his heart: "Impossible! ”

He clearly remembered that when he used the Iron Tree Bafang Fist, he had never felt such a killing intent, but he was refreshed and fluttering, but he had never had such a strong killing intent.

It must be somewhere else at this time!

Thinking of this, Qiao Lin was suddenly slightly stunned, lowered his head, and looked at the firewood knife held in his right hand.

"This is not what I use every day, but ...... Is it what Huang Quan gave me?"

Qiao Lin muttered, wanting to throw away the firewood knife, but he didn't know why, but he suddenly found that the firewood knife was sticking to his right hand, no matter how hard Qiao Lin swung it, he could never shake off the firewood knife in his hand.

Moreover, as if this did anger the firewood knife, Qiao Lin actually felt an even stronger murderous aura burst out from his heart.

At this moment, Qiao Lin could barely control himself, and he raised the firewood knife and was about to slash forward frantically.

"No, no, no, no!"

Qiao Lin was about to go crazy, but no matter how much he suppressed it, the desire to kill always surged in his heart.

Just when Qiao Lin thought that his consciousness was about to be completely overwhelmed by this killing intent, suddenly, a warm flame suddenly appeared in his body, enveloping his whole person.

When this flame came out, Qiao Lin felt that his spirit suddenly perked up, and the killing intent in his heart was swept away.

He looked down and saw a sword-shaped flame rising from his chest, releasing a warm flame that protected him from being lost by that killing intent.

The flame was very warm, and it didn't hurt him in the slightest, it felt very comfortable to be wrapped in, there was a feeling of soaking in a hot spring, and there seemed to be some strange power hidden in the flames, which actually made some of the flesh wounds on his body recover.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qiao Lin hurriedly threw the firewood knife in his hand on the ground.

As the wood knife was thrown to the ground, the flames on Qiao Lin's body quickly converged and shrank into his chest.

Qiao Lin touched his chest, felt the existence of the Shui Jiao Sword in his body, and became clear.

"This is the master's power!

Qiao Lin felt quite moved, even though the master was thousands of miles away, he still cared about him, and even in the Shui Jiao Sword, Fang Zong also left a strength.

It was also this force that kept Qiao Lin from being overwhelmed by that desire to kill.

After thinking about all this, Qiao Lin slapped himself violently and scolded: "Really, I actually."

However, even the master doubted that it was really unfilial!"

Because for a moment, he would suspect that the master had bad intentions towards him, which really annoyed Qiao Lin.

After slapping himself, Qiao Lin looked at the firewood knife that he threw on the ground.

He couldn't help but observe it curiously, but he saw that the chai knife looked no different from an ordinary chai knife, but if he looked closely, he would find that there was a black handprint on the wooden handle he was holding.

He was already convinced that it was this firewood knife that induced him to have murderous intent, and this firewood knife was also given to him by the little girl Huang Quan.

"Could it be that there is something wrong with Huangquan?" Qiao Lin pondered.

The little girl looked to be no more than eight or nine years old, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with her appearance, but judging from this hatchet, she seemed to have a bad heart.

It's just that you can't get the truth based on speculation, and if you want to know more, you still need to investigate.

After making up his mind, Qiao Lin was determined to investigate the matter.

As for the firewood knife, Qiao Lin has a lot of shadows on it, for fear that this broken firewood knife will come to confuse his heart, but if he puts this firewood knife here like this, it will inevitably let others pick it up.

He knew very well how terrible this firewood knife was, and ordinary people couldn't resist it at all.

Even he was the same, if it weren't for the strength Fang Zong left behind to protect him, I'm afraid he would also be controlled by that killing intent.

In desperation, Qiao Lin had no choice but to take off his clothes, wrap the firewood knife and carry it away.

In this way, he was able to return to the dormitory with peace of mind.

As soon as Qiao Lin came back, it caused quite a stir, everyone knew that Qiao Lin had defeated seven outer disciples who had cultivated higher than him in Yanmentai, and two of them were two small realms higher than him.

Therefore, as soon as he came back, the outer disciples who had bullied him or fell into the trap in Zhuang Mingfeng's affairs were all panicked, for fear that he would come back with a grudge and take revenge.

Although everyone is afraid of him, the improvement of his fame has also brought corresponding benefits.

Before he could come back, the outer disciples, who were frightened by his strength, helped him clean up one of the separate rooms, and began to apologize to Qiao Lin constantly.

Even, they even made up a contribution point and gave it to Qiao Lin, hoping that he would not remember the villain.

"Okay, okay, seeing that you are so sincere, I will forgive you!

Qiao Lin couldn't help but be very happy when he saw that he had received another contribution point, so he didn't hold them accountable.

Those outer disciples all breathed a sigh of relief and thanked them one after another and left.

Qiao Lin looked at the cleaned room with satisfaction, smiled, and said, "Hehe, I see what I said is right, right? ”

There are thirty-six private rooms, but not every outer disciple can live in them.

Unless it is a genius among the outer disciples, or the combat power meets the requirements, or the realm meets the requirements, you can get a separate room.

Because these people,

They will all be seeded players from the outer gate, and there is a great possibility that they can break through to the condensation realm and be promoted to the inner gate.

This room is not bad, the room is a two-zhang square space, not big, not small, and it is also equipped with some daily necessities, which can be regarded as a quite quiet cultivation environment.

However, what made Qiao Lin happiest was that there were some prohibitions arranged in the room, as long as they were opened, outsiders would not be able to enter it, and if they dared to break in, they would violate the rules of the sect and would be severely punished.

If Qiao Lin had lived in this kind of room before, I am afraid that Zhuang Mingfeng would not have taken away the spirit stone.

Thinking that he finally lived in such a place, Qiao Lin laughed happily.

But when he looked at the firewood knife wrapped in his clothes, his face was full of distress.

"It's a pity that the master is not here, otherwise, with the master's knowledge, he should know what secrets are on this firewood knife! Master, master, how long will it take for you to come back?"

Thinking of Fang Zong's figure, Qiao Lin missed it for a while.

On an island tens of thousands of miles away, there was a terrifying roar, but I saw a figure soaring into the sky, standing proudly above the sky.

"Hahaha, I've been waiting for so many days, and it's finally done......!"

The sound was as loud as a bell, spreading out, even if it was a hundred feet away from the sea, but it still set off stormy waves on the sea.

(End of chapter)

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