Peerless Martial God 2

"Jin Shengjun has such a good interest, but you want to learn at this time, afraid that the purpose is not pure." 77nt.Com

Yin Shengjun also stood up and walked over to the battle platform, standing beside Lin Feng, and looked at Lin Feng intentionally or unintentionally.

"Silver Saint Jun, the game has been completed, I propose to discuss it, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it." Jin Shengjun looked like a smile, it seems that he did not see any other meaning from his expression, but as long as it is not a fool, he knows that he wants What to do.

"Who are you coming out, playing with me?" Jin Shengjun’s voice just fell, and the cold-faced son of one of the two sons behind him was sinking and stepping out, coming to the center of the battle platform, looking around, finally looking. It fell on five sons.

The five sons, naturally, there is Lin Feng in it. Lin Feng is not quite sure what is the festival between the Temple of the Spirit and the Temple of the Divine, so Lin Feng still chooses to read it.

None of the five saints ignored the cold-faced Son, letting the latter face cold and cold, and it was already expressionless, and now it is even more gloomy and gloomy.

"Oh, how? Your five sons have been selected. Can no one play for the Temple of God?|"

Jin Shengjun looked at Fan Tianqi and others with a smile, and looked at Shenghui. He finally fell on Lin Feng’s body and couldn’t help but smile. “The Five Sons of the Temple of God! Fighting our cold-faced Son?"

“Hmmm?” Lin Feng brows slightly and looks at Jin Shengjun. He did not expect the latter to turn his gaze to himself so quickly. Today, Jin Shengjun’s visit is obviously a purpose. Today’s selection of the five sons is exactly what they are. The best time, and the best target person at this moment is yourself.

As long as the people in the spiritual sanctuary humiliate themselves, they are humiliating the temple of the gods. They can humiliate how the temple will choose a failed person to become a five-sacred son. At that time, he is bound to fall into a crisis. Lin Feng knows this. The reason inside. (This chapter was updated by 77nt.Com)

"Hey, become a saint, don't even dare to fight a battle?" The cold-faced Son sighed and looked at Lin Feng with a bit of sarcasm.

"Oh, this is the son you have chosen, and you have no courage to fight?"

The Iron Face Son also joined the team that humiliated Lin Feng. The two sons of the Spiritual Temple humiliated Lin Feng together, so that countless gods were angry and clenched their fists, and some people looked at Lin Feng. I think Lin Feng is too weak.

"Lin Feng, you coward, being humiliated, even dare not say, you are not worthy of being our Son."

A disciple who did not know where the power was screaming, with a provocative meaning in the tone, immediately attracted the attention of many of the same disciples.

"Yes, Lin Feng, you cowardly, get out of the ranks of the Son, you are not worthy of being a saint."

"Get out, you are a shame in the temple."

Numerous disciples echoed with each other, and like the disciples who first shouted out, joined the ranks of Lin Feng, which was a huge voice.

Fan Tianyi’s eyes were gloomy, staring at the man who first shouted. He did not have such a person in his impression, nor was he a disciple of Shenzong. Every Shenzong disciple, Fan Tianyi’s impression has a picture. It is impossible to remember.

"This disciple should be in the crowd in the spiritual sanctuary, just for this moment." The purple sword master voiced to Fan Tianyi quietly shouted.

Fan Tianqi's face is gloomy, he can also be sure, this is the intention to arouse the anger of the Shenzong disciples, pressure on Lin Feng, regardless of whether Lin Feng is fighting, will fall into the plan of the spiritual sanctuary, should not fight, the Shenzong disciples are angry His five sons will surely sit unsteadily.

In the midst of war, the people in the spiritual sanctuary may just want to let Lin Feng shoot in anger, so if it is defeated, the spiritual temple will even humiliate Lin Feng, so that Lin Feng’s mind and body are frustrated and completely withdraw from the temple of the gods. Let the temple be in a complete system.

The condemnation is getting louder and louder. Many people are looking at their eyes. Naturally, many people can see the intrigues of the spiritual temple, and they have not shouted with them, but they are still quite dissatisfied with Lin Feng.

Lin Feng stood in the same place as before, and did not provoke the anger of these disciples because of their roar and condemnation. Instead, they felt more calm and experienced so many hardships and deaths. The Spirit of the Temple is for Lin Feng. Pediatrics.

But some people don't think so.

"Shame, Lin Feng, you are not very powerful, how can you become a coward at this time? Hey, since you dare not fight, then I should fight."

A scream of anger spread throughout the ears of the people, and then saw the four sons of Moda's cold face stepping out, heading straight to the platform, shaking his hand and pointing to the cold face of the Son, roaring: "Come on !!".

"Oh, wait for you." The cold-faced Son roared, stepped out, and went straight to Mada, and the momentum suddenly became murderous. Some of the darkened sky was darker at this time, and two different atmospheres covered the whole day.

Moda sighed, his left hand swayed, the long gun was in his hand, and the sly rushed to the cold face of the Son, which attracted many of the sacred disciples of the gods. This is called the good voice and makes Moda excited. At this moment, it is growing popularity. At the time, you must try your best to fight.

Thinking of this, Moda’s strength was even greater. The same cold face did not hesitate. The left hand waved, and a cold ice axe appeared in the hand. The axe gently gripped, and it felt like a raging momentum came out. It is daunting.

"You should be the four sons of the Temple of God, I will tell you, sometimes you want to increase your popularity, you must have this strength to do, drink, and die."

The cold-faced Son sighed and drank, and his left hand waved, and the ice axe in his hand also waved out. A cold blade cut out, with a cold and incomparable killing, it seemed to be able to freeze people instantly.

The surface strength of the cold-faced Son is only a small emperor, and Moda is already a great emperor. The paper strength of the two is no longer a level, but it is gradually discovered after the battle that this understanding is wrong.

An axe of the cold noodle with a vast force, instantly smashed the stun of Mada's long gun, and the face of Moda changed greatly. After he retired, he discovered that the axe of the cold noodles turned out to be a god. It was only a little late, and Moda was not willing to quickly retreat. In fact, he had already lost.

After a face-to-face with the cold-faced Son, it was defeated. Of course, the difference in weapons directly caused the result of the battle.

However, it was a fact that Moda lost. Many of the disciples of Shenzong were nervous and lost. The four sons who fought on behalf of the Temple of God were lost.

"Haha, I said that the Supreme King of Heaven, your temple does not give the Son a good weapon, haha, no wonder you will lose."

"Our spiritual sanctuary can be a sacred sacred priest, and your temple is stingy."

Jin Shengjun not only humiliated Lin Feng, Moda, but also humiliated the temple.

Fan Tianqi's face became more and more gloomy, and he clenched his fist silently. No one thought of today's development.

The spiritual temple is to humiliate the temple. Today's things are definitely impossible to reconcile, because the face has been lost, Fan Tianyi knows that there is no turning back, so this face must be vie back, and who fights for the face is the most convincing.

Everyone's gaze once again fell to Lin Feng~www.readwn.com~ Shizun, please take the shot and earn your face for the temple."

Floating and holding his fist in front of Lin Feng, shouted.

"Lin Feng, shot, for my temple to compete for honor." The fire dance was also angrily clenched with a small fist and sighed at Lin Fengjiao.

Lin Feng looked at his apprentice, and looked at the fire dancing, and many people looked forward to, Lin Feng smiled, this is the most ghostly smile of Lin Feng smile.

Lin Feng’s smile also made the cold-faced son angry.

"Can you dare to fight?" The cold-faced Son roared and pointed to Lin Feng.

The roar of the cold-faced Son seems to be a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of many people. Everyone will look forward to Lin Feng. This time everyone prayed for Lin Feng not to have any indication.

This time, everyone is not disappointed.

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