I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

Chapter 459 Guiding Tournament

Lin Meng didn't take advantage of the victory even after gaining power. Instead, he looked down at his chest. His clothes were torn, revealing a blood stain that was not too shallow or deep.

At this time, the blood oozing from the wound had been blocked by Lin Meng's true qi to stop the blood flow, but there was still a slight pain.

Lin Meng smiled bitterly, and he often walked along the river bank, so how could anyone not wet his shoes!Too self-confidence sometimes becomes arrogant, which is not a good thing!If that kid did a little more diligently and his mood was better, he would be in danger at that time.~⑧~1~ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

Lin Meng shook his head, thinking of his last battle a thousand years ago, and felt that he hated iron for not making steel. How could he make such a stupid mistake again!

Be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years!

Lin Meng sighed slightly, and walked towards Zhuo Lin in the air. Although the bottom of his heart had warned him not to be careless, he still couldn't lose his face. There was still a confident smile on his face. He smiled and explained to Zhuo Lin. :

"Your move is very good, but you have taken some of the essence of Hongtian Haoqi, the signature secret technique of your Hongtian Prison, but the problem is still obvious. It is still more than offensive and insufficient, and you can't do it. Switch."

"In the final analysis, your mood is not good enough. The name of this sword is Haoran Shenxing. You bring a kind of sword intent to the world in it, but because you are impatient, you can't achieve real freedom, so the sword intent is returned. It's not perfect, and the sword strength lacks a little agility."

"So you can only use this trick to make a surprise attack at close range to show the greatest effect. If it is used head-on, it can still be broken by offensive and defensive means."

"If you are successful in tempering your mood and perfecting your free sword intent, this move will be able to perform offensive and defensive skills without reducing the power of speed, and you will not be quicker with that sword because of the jerky moves and defenses. The power is greatly reduced, and it will inevitably hurt me severely."

It was Lin Meng's second sword that really laid the groundwork for Zhuo Lin's defeat!

Because Zhuo Lin couldn't understand the meaning of carelessness, the swordsmanship was less agile, and it was very jerky and stiff when he changed back to defense. Therefore, the moves were a little messy, and the subsequent fatigue and speed power were greatly reduced, which only left Lin Meng. A wound that is neither big nor small nor deep nor shallow, otherwise at least the bone will be deeply visible.

And Lin Meng also deliberately kept his hands, taking into account Lin Jin's affection and reluctant to hurt Zhuo Lin.

If Zhuo Lin could truly master Xiaoyao, Lin Meng would not have kept so many hands.

Lin Meng was confident that the last trick to pierce the dragon's spine, if he used a gun, not to mention that he could spit out blood for three liters, not to mention making Zhuolin a heartbreaker.

If it were to use a sword... Sansheng probably didn't, but Lin Meng was still sure of vomiting blood for one liter under his full strength.

Zhuo Lin was not convinced, and knew that he was still defeated in the fight just now. He only felt the burning pain on his cheeks and couldn't hold his face, but he didn't want to be soft. He hugged his chest and said hard:

"You are hurt by me, and you can say that, it's more nagging than my master!"

Lin Meng chuckles, and imagines that Lin Jin is nagging about Zhuo Lin, who is bitter and unwilling, and it feels interesting.A genius remembers one second in Chinese mx/8/1/z/wc/o/m/

Lin Meng shook his head and smiled, but said nothing.

Zhuo Lin is a fan of the authorities, but Wang Yunfei, who watched the whole battle and said nothing, was a bystander.

"Guide the game?"

Wang Yunfei's resolute face raised his brows in Yizhou, and he uttered a word.

The more he watched Lin Meng and Zhuo Lin's match, the more he felt like a coaching match.

The so-called guided competition is the first word that originated in the gaming session.

If some young chess players have made great achievements, they will gradually challenge some respected players of the older generation.

If young chess players are only the best chess players among the younger generation, and are far behind the older generation chess players.

Then when they challenge the older generation of chess players, the older generation of chess players will respond with ease, pointing out the many mistakes and omissions of the young players while playing the game, convincing the young players of the loss, and benefiting from it. Many, in order to guide and cultivate outstanding young people in the chess world.

Such a game is a coaching game. Although it looks like a competition, it is actually a unilateral guidance of the older generation of chess players to the younger generation of chess players.

This is like Lin Meng now, every time he breaks Zhuo Lin's move, he will point out the omissions and deficiencies of the opponent's move, and will not be able to fight Zhuo Lin like a real competition.

Although Wang Yunfei had a lot of arrogance in his heart, he did not want to admit that he was inferior to others, especially people of similar age.

But he had to admire Lin Meng's wise eyesight, which was much better than himself.

The previous three-changing swordsmanship was not easy for even his ancestor Wushuangzun Wang Lin to use!

The most valuable thing is the guidance match, which can benefit people a lot. Zhuo Lin's fans still can't see clearly, but Wang Yunfei's hands are itchy.

This is equivalent to a small fortune for them, Wang Yunfei didn't want Zhuolin to monopolize it alone.

Just when Wang Yunfei was worried and didn't stop playing, he saw Zhuo Lin hug his chest and look towards Lin Meng who was standing in the air, curling his lips to look at himself, and said in embarrassment:

"You... you are a little older than me, even if you are in the same realm, you have more experience than me. It is unfair for you and me one-on-one, and it is fair that I play with Yunfei!"

Zhuo Lin had a tough mouth, but he didn't want to admit that he was inferior to others. He felt arrogant in his heart. He didn't know how much he was better than Wang Yunfei. He started to shamelessly and insisted on drawing on Wang Yunfei and Lin Meng two-on-one.

When Wang Yunfei had no chance to play, his eyes brightened, and he patted his chest without saying a word. He also used a ban technique to lower his cultivation base from the Thousand Miles Realm to the Linmeng-like Royal Sky Realm.

"okay!"

Wang Yunfei screamed in excitement, and immediately walked to Zhuo Lin's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and drew out the not too long black sword that he was holding behind his back.

"Puff!"

Lin Meng laughed all of a sudden and shook his head constantly, saying that although Zhuo Lin's spoiled and domineering teenager was a bit unwelcome, when he was so hard-talking and making excuses, he was quite cute.

Fortunately, I thought he was upright before, but now that his skills are inferior to others, he starts to shame. Since Anyang's age has not been longer, Zhuo Lin is a little more than a year old, so there is no experience difference in this more than one year.

After Lin Meng laughed, he only felt a little helpless, but he did not refuse the two-on-one discussion.

As soon as I really think about my age, he is a person from a thousand years ago. If you count this dry time for a thousand years, I am afraid that even today’s first birthday star, Pei Ji, who has lived for more than 300 years, will call himself an old man. , The old monster.

Even if it doesn't count, the total time I spent in the world after a thousand years ago is almost 30 years, and it is indeed a young Zhuo Lin who has a lot of experience.

Secondly, even if Wang Yunfei, the grandson of Wushuang Zun Wang Lin, played with him, Lin Meng was confident that he would not be defeated, and he was able to see the world-famous fight against chaos that could be called "the first sword in the troubled times". It saves some time.

The name passed by the saint is not so simple.

Lin Meng is confident!

"You guys go together!"