Lin Fanxue Qianrou

Soon, the elder of the outer sect distributed a lot of signs with various numbers on them. According to his explanation, Lin Fan finally understood that those tents dotted with numbers were marked with numbers, and the signs in their hands were the ones they would Credentials for tents.

"Brother Lin Fan, what's your number?" Li Guang asked, looking at his sign.

"One." Lin Fan smiled.

"That's amazing. Are the badges allocated based on combat strength and talent?" Li Guang said enviously, because the badge in his hand was Thirteen.

"Mine is fifteen." Chen Xuandong raised the sign in his hand.

Wujian said with a strange face: "Why is mine 97?"

Li Guang and Chen Xuandong looked at Wujian in puzzlement. If the badges were really allocated based on combat power talent, then why the number of Wujian is so high?

Could it be that the higher the number, the better the place to live?But that doesn't make sense, because Lin Fan's sign says one.

As we approached, there was a noisy atmosphere, which was extremely inconsistent with this holy place like a fairyland, but I have to say that no matter which of the teenagers who entered and exited the "tent area", they were all very good, walking like dragons and tigers, and their heads were towering.

"Hello, friend, where is the NO.13 tent?" Chen Xuandong grabbed a boy in robes and asked.

"No.15?" The young man glanced at Li Guang contemptuously, and then casually pointed to the distance: "Here, right there."

Chen Xuandong's face collapsed, because the place the young man pointed to was a low tent, which looked extremely narrow, and the environment was extremely poor. There were all kinds of household garbage piled up not far from the tent.

Li Guang couldn't keep the smile on his face any longer, and asked cautiously, "Where is NO.13?"

"Thirteen?" The young man's face became even more contemptuous, and he glanced at Li Guang with his nostrils upturned: "It's right between those two pairs of trash."

The corner of Li Guang's mouth twitched non-stop, because the tent the boy pointed to was in the middle of the two pairs of household garbage, and there were all kinds of flies and insects that fed on garbage flying on it. A foul stench.

Lin Fan's face turned ugly. The positions of thirteen and fifteen were already so bad, so what about number one?

"Where is No. 97?" Wu Jian asked.

"97?" The robed boy's expression tightened, he looked at Wujian with fear in his eyes, and said, "It's just ahead."

A tall tent stands on its own, there are no tents within [-] meters around him, the environment is quiet, and there are various old medicines growing around the tent, which are absorbing energy.

The gap between the three tents is really different, completely incomparable.

Lin Fan's face became even uglier. If he didn't know that he was being targeted by now, then he could just buy a piece of tofu and kill him. He asked in a cold voice, "Then what about number one?"

"Number one?" The robed youth might be used to answering, and raised his hand subconsciously, but then he suddenly exclaimed as if he remembered something, "Number one?"

Lin Fan nodded with a gloomy expression: "It's number one."

The boy's eyes suddenly widened. Looking at Lin Fan, he burst out laughing so loudly that he couldn't straighten up: "Haha No. [-]!"

"It turned out to be Tent No. [-]!"

"Haha good location!"

"It really matches you perfectly!"

"Is it funny?" Lin Fan stammered with unsteady spirit power, showing his inner unrest.

The young man laughed loudly, quickly attracting the attention of all the arrogances. When they heard 'No. [-]', their faces became weird, and then they all laughed wantonly.

"May I ask, where is tent No. [-]?" Lin Fan suppressed his anger, and his voice was extremely low.

"What the hell? You're just a trash skeleton, you got the No. [-] card, which proves your trash talent, how dare you get angry?" The young man glanced at Lin Fan contemptuously.

"Don't you want to know where the No. [-] tent is?" The young man cast a mocking look at Lin Fan, and then said, "This 'tent area' is the smelliest place."

"What do you mean?" Lin Fan asked.

"You idiot, do you know about the reincarnation of the five grains?" another Tianjiao asked.

Another Tianjiao who was on the sidelines laughed loudly: "The brother who got the No. [-] card probably has a mental problem, and he doesn't understand what you mean by the place of reincarnation of the five grains."

He glanced at Lin Fan and smiled: "To put it bluntly, it's next to the toilet, which is your residence."

The aura on Lin Fan's body became cold, and he had already seen the location of tent No. [-]!

It's between two huge tents, and on the two huge tents, there are two big red characters, one is 'male' and the other is 'female'!

The No. [-] tent is between the two. Compared with the two huge tents, he is really too small. He probably has to bend down to get close.

A hundred meters away, Lin Fan seemed to be able to sense the pungent smell and all kinds of disgusting excrement.

Li Guang roared angrily, "Too much deceit!"

"Let's go, let's go to the old dog who handed out the signs and ask him who gave him the courage to humiliate us like this!" Even Chen Xuandong's calm personality exploded.

"Hehe, it's just right to match the toilet with garbage."

In a huge tent, there was a joking joke suddenly.

Lin Fan's sharp eyes were like blades, and two strands of golden lightning shot out from his eyes, like thunder and rumble, towards the tent.

It was obviously just a look, but it gave everyone a feeling of being powerless to resist.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from the tent, and then a pitch-black palm slammed down, smashing the golden thunder.

Two figures came out of the tent, one had a mole at the corner of his mouth, tall and thin, the other had a hideous scar at the corner of his eyebrow, from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, it was extremely terrifying.

"Lin Fan, when you come to the Holy Land of One Yuan, it's the dragon you coil up for me, and the tiger you climb up for me, it's not your arrogance." The tall and thin man's eyes were icy cold.

"Are you that family's wild dog again? Why are you barking here?" Lin Fan suffocated in his heart. When he first came to the Holy Land, he was treated so humiliatingly.

"Bastard!" Scar Tianjiao roared, "You want to die?"

Lin Fan sneered: "It's better to call out your master, you are not opponents."

As for Tianjiao next to him, someone already exclaimed: "It's Tu Kun and Bayun!"

"Oh my god, it turned out to be these two great gods, there is a good show to watch today!"

"This Lin Fan is also unlucky, why don't you stay safe and don't make trouble? He just offends the majesty of others, and now it's hard to die." You Tianjiao shook his head.

"Tu Kun, Bayun?" Lin Fan took a step forward: "The name is good."

The tall and thin Tianjiao licked his lips: "Brother Ba, how about letting me take the shot?"

Scar Tianjiao snorted coldly: "I'll do it."