Peerless Martial God

The man in purple shirt and other people stepped onto the stands and walked straight toward the main position in the middle.

The family, with this qualification, even in the face of the deputy dean of Tianyi College, he is not at all polite, to sit in the main position, for him, the people of the family do not sit in the main position, what is the face.

However, just as he was about to sit down, he heard the voice of Vice President Long and said: "Hey, Lord, you can't sit in that position."

"I can't sit?" The purple man's brow wrinkled and looked back at the deputy director of the dragon. "Long Ding, you can't sit, who is sitting?"

"I can only tell you, that position, someone sitting, as for sitting or not sitting, you decide." Long Ding is not polite to the purple shirt man, said with his sleeve, then his body, sitting under the main position The second place, this scene, makes the purple shirt men's eyes cold, slightly hesitant.

Just now, if Long Ding was sitting in the main position, he would have to be angry, but Long Ding did not, but sat in the head of the main position, which made him hesitate, but what about the big man? Even Long Ding is willing to sit in the next position.

"Is it him?"

A purple figure appeared in the heart of the man, his eyes flashed, and then he snorted, and did not insist, sitting next to the main position.

The crowd at Tianyi College quietly looked at this scene, and the heart was dark. It seems that the relationship between Vice President Long and the family is not very friendly. Otherwise, Longding and the purple shirt men will not be so. The battle is relative, as if both sides have hatred.

The people of Xueyue Shengyuan and the people of Niejia also sat down separately. They didn't know whether they were intentional or not. The people of Xueyue Shengyuan deliberately sat next to Longding and a group of Tianyi College people.

"Dragon Dean, I heard that you have ten disciples in Tianyi College. It is very powerful. When I was founded, I wanted to compare with Tianyi’s disciples. I don’t know what the Dean is doing?"

Among the crowds in the Xueyue Shrine, the head of the whispered, and the crowds of many Tianyi colleges were stunned.

The Snow Moon Holy Monastery was established, but many talented masters were selected from the major gates, and even two of the eight sons were very powerful. They had a deep foundation, but they had a deep foundation. Strong, how can you compare it with several major gates?

Qiuyue Zong, Yunhaizong, Wanshoumen, Ice and Snow Mountain Village, which of these forces are not the top forces of Xueyueguo, when they cultivated excellent disciples, some of them gathered together in the Xueyue Holy Sepulchre, and the strength of Xueyue Shengyuan was There is no need to doubt that if it is a battle, Tianyi will lose.

"My Tianyi College is weak, step by step, how can we use the powerful means to bring together the outstanding disciples of Zhongzongmen directly compared with the Xueyue Holy Court. This is no need to try. I am self-proclaimed. Not as good as it is."

Long Ding's indifferent voice has a trace of irony. I have a weak foundation in Tianyi College, but I rely on my own strength to move forward step by step. And your snowy moon is using tools to dig people directly from other sects. There is nothing like this. of.

The other party heard this and snorted and did not pay attention to Long Ding.

At this point, the eyes of the crowd fell on the battle platform, the black devil still sat there silently, motionless, it seems that there is only one person left.

Lin Feng!

Time passed by without knowing it, and the sun gradually became a little hot, but it was already noon.

However, what makes the crowd depressed is that Lin Feng has not yet arrived.

"Long Ding, the person of your Tianyi College, is really a big face, asking us so many people to wait here." The purple shirt man's look flashed a trace of intolerance, indifference, when did he spend so much time Waiting for a junior.

"The battle between Lin Feng and the Dark Devil is only scheduled for today, and there is no accurate time." Long Ding responded with a touch of faintness.

"Hey, today? We have so many people coming here, the whole horror of Tianyi College knows this thing, he still doesn't come, what does it mean?"

"Then I don't know, Lin Feng is coming, you can ask him personally." Long Ding's tone is still not very friendly.

Not only are they, the people of Tianyi College have also become impatient, and there is a constant whisper.

"This Lin Feng, really proud, has not appeared yet."

"Oh, maybe he knows it and he is not ready to fight." Someone said with a smile.

"Impossible, even if he should not fight, the Dark Lord will not let him go. He will fight in battle, and he will fight if he does not fight. Why not hide, it is not as good as the upright battle."

"Maybe he has already ran, who knows."

The crowd guessed constantly, and then, no matter how they guessed, Lin Feng did not appear, they were not allowed to decide, they could do it, either leave or wait.

It was the Dark Lord, still sitting there very lightly, as if there was nothing to make his heart fluctuate.

The evening is approaching, the sun is already slanting west, and the sunset glow is spread over the sky. There is still only one person on the battle platform.

Excessive, let them wait for a day.

The crowd is becoming more and more intolerant, and they are even more convinced that it seems that Lin Feng is afraid to come.

"Long Ding, do you care about this?" The man in the purple shirt was slightly cold, Lin Feng, let him wait for a day.

"Today is not yet over." Long Ding glanced at the sky and said calmly.

Next to it, the eyes of the people of Xueyue Temple are also slightly intolerant. A disciple of Tianyi College, what is so arrogant, has not appeared for so long.

"Lin Lin, you said this Lin Feng, would you be your cousin?"

At this time, among the people in Tianyi College, a handsome man asked Lin Biao in the crowd.

"It shouldn't be." Lin Biao's brow wrinkled. On the day of the prison, Lin Feng appeared with a silver mask, and she gave her a suspicion. Later, she actually heard that the man with a silver mask was called Lin Feng. Let her heart tremble, so today she deliberately followed Tianyi College.

"It doesn't matter. It's just a five-handed boy. I want him to be born, he will be born, and if he wants to die, he will die."

Junyi man said a cold voice, extremely overbearing.

Lin Biao smiled slightly and said softly to the handsome man: "Thank you Chu."

It turned out that this handsome man is the celestial genius of the Eight Great Sons, but now he has joined Chu Zhanpeng and Dapeng Gongzi in Xueyue Shengyuan.

At this time, the crowd suddenly burst into a noisy sound, playing on the edge of the martial arts field, many people dodge, actually let a road, on the road, a figure, walk slowly.

"Yi Lin, Lin Feng, come."

Many people screamed, and they thought that Lin Feng didn't dare to come today. I didn't expect Lin Feng to arrive at dusk.

At this time, Lin Feng, wearing a white robe, carrying an ancient sword, was refreshed and clean, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and the whole person, with a calm and calm meaning, walked on the martial arts field, his footsteps, every step, all It is so stable. If you look closely, you will find that Lin Feng’s distance from each step is exactly the same.

On the five-meter-high stand, everyone can clearly see the figure of Lin Feng.

Seeing the handsome face and the familiar face, Lin Biao felt his body tremble suddenly. He sat up from the stone chair and his body was shaking.

Lin Feng, it really is Lin Feng, actually it is him.

Lin Feng, the waste of the past, nowadays, has already qualified to go to the battle platform, and has attracted a lot of attention. The people of Xueyue Shengyuan, Niejia, and even the family have come for him personally.

And Lin Biao, who used to be so dazzling in the Lin family, no one did not look at her face, driving Lin Feng and his son out of the family, but now, but unknown, although entering the Xueyue Shrine, but how, Lin Feng, already She can easily kill the six powerful players in Lingwu, and she has just stepped into the spirit of the three-fold, but also arrogant.

Lin Biao flashed a few strands of struggling color in his beautiful eyes, and he was ashamed and embarrassed until his eyes were cold. Lin Feng must be killed. He must not be allowed to return to Yangzhou.

Otherwise, in the future, the Yangzhou City Lin family will no longer be the land of her Lin Biao's glory, but will be Lin Feng's.

The black devil, as if he had noticed something, his eyes opened, and a cold mang, flashed out, his eyes penetrated everything, and he fell straight on Lin Feng’s body.

Lin Feng also looked at the Dark Lord, his footsteps were firm, and the coldness of oppression came to him. Even if they were far apart, the Dark Lord had already made him feel the pressure.

An imposing manner, blooming in Lin Feng's body, sturdy and powerful, followed his footsteps forward, the embarrassing momentum, followed Lin Feng forward, straight * black magic, people have not yet arrived, the two have already met.