Peerless Martial God

Lin Hai and Lin Feng walked toward the main high platform. On the other side, Lin Ba Dao, the Great Elder, Lin Haoran and Lin Biao sat on the side, high above, as if they were Lin’s master.

When I saw Linhai and the two came over, the great elder Lin Zhen stood up and sang: "When it is, the annual meeting is ready to begin."

When Lin Hai heard Lin Zhen's words, he stopped and stared at Lin Zhen, letting the Lin family look at the micro-condensation, not knowing what happened to Lin Hai.

"Lin Hai, what are you doing?" Lin Zhen saw Lin Hai stopped and asked.

"Hey, Lin Zhen, I ask you, the current Lin family, who is the owner." Lin Hai said coldly.

The big elder Lin Zhen’s eyes were condensed and his face was not very nice, but he still responded: “Of course it’s Lin Hai.”

"Then I will ask you again, Lin Family Annual Meeting, is it a big event like Lin Jiatou?" Lin Hai looked directly at Lin Zhen and continued to ask.

"Of course, the annual Lin Family Annual Meeting is the most important moment for the Lin family."

"Very well, I have to ask you, Lin Jiatou and other big things, who will preside over it."

Lin Zhen’s face was completely gloomy when he heard Lin Hai’s words. Apparently he already knew what Lin Hai meant.

"I am a big family member, hosted by my family."

"In this case, Lin Zhen, I want to ask you, what are you doing there, in your eyes, and my master?" Lin Hai’s voice is cold, Lin Zhen and Lin Ba Dao’s worries are no secret, Lin’s people almost know, Now Lin Zhen is getting more and more unscrupulous.

"Oh, uncle, you are late, the elders are deacons, why not, the second uncle is too measurable." Lin Biao said slowly and slowly.

"Shut up." Lin Hai yelled at the past: "Elders speak, turn your mouth to interrupt, Lin Padao, manage your daughter, what education."

Lin Biao’s face was stiff and his heart was dark. This guy knew that his family’s position was not long before he started to go mad.

"It’s always better than your waste son." Lin Badao stared at Lin Feng with a sneer, and now Lin Biao is in Lin Jiahe’s scenery, and he is so sad.

"Pay attention to your words, a small Lin family owner, in the eyes of my 皓月宗, just like an ant ant." Lin Yi, a woman sneer at the side of the moon, said that the woman was wearing a Chinese dress, with a cold face The engraved color is the same as that of Lin Biao. It is a disciple of the ancestors of the moon, how to see a forest family.

"You are so great, you are still sitting in my Lin family. My father is the owner of the Lin family. It seems that I have not invited you. Is it thicker when you are born?" Lin Feng, who is silent, couldn’t help but open his mouth. The advantage of tongue and mouth, who can compare with the two worlds, the language of the world is profound.

"You..." The sultry woman's look changed, but then sneered: "A Yunhaizong waste, dare to speak up."

"I don't waste any waste, but I also know how to write the word of shame. Unlike someone who comes to someone else's home, but insults the owner of another family, the person who cultivated it by Yu Yuezong is like this. It is really strong."

Lin Feng’s words were stabbed, and Lin Biao’s face changed immediately.

"The animals, you dare to insult the moon." An elder stood up and screamed at Lin Feng.

"It’s ridiculous, others stand in the Lin family to insult the owner of the Lin family, but some people stand up for others, I would like to ask, seven elders, you are my Lin family, or the moon dog."

Lin Feng is very sharp in every sentence, just like a sharp blade, but it is steadily occupying a word, and it is impeccable.

"Well, I want to ask, seven elders, is your surname Lin?" Lin Hai echoed, Lin Hai was very surprised at this time, did not expect his son not only to cultivate, but also so badly, words See the blood.

"Well, this matter counts the old man and others wrong, the homeowner, the annual meeting is my Lin family's first major event, can not be delayed, or ask the owner to come to preside over." The great elder Lin Zhen was informed by Lin Badao, slightly compromised, he is Want to see, Lin Hai and Lin Feng, can also be a few moments.

"Hey." Lin Hai waved his sleeves and walked toward the main position with Lin Feng, and immediately sat in the middle of the crowd.

"See how long you can still enjoy, wait for me to become the core disciple of Zongmen, Lin Hai, I want you to look good." Lin Biao said coldly.

"The annual meeting begins." Lin Hai's eyes glanced in the martial arts field. There were four or five hundred people in the Lin family. The younger generations between the twelve and eighteen were about seventy. It was the peak of the youth, but unfortunately in the family. Some people are ill-conceived, people are distracted, and there is no cohesiveness. Perhaps it is the wrong choice for the father to leave the position of the owner to him.

Lin Hai’s heart is slightly bitter, if it is not the powerful Wuhun... Why should he worry about Lin’s position as a homeowner?

"Father, you can rest assured that I will not let Lin Jiayi's pulse fall in my hands." Lin Haixin stunned, he vaguely remembered his father's shackles before his death, but unfortunately, he failed to put his mind completely on the Lin family.

The annual meeting is actually a test of the cultivation of the family's children. See how much progress has been made in this year. The younger generation represents the future of the family.

The content of the annual meeting is fighting, testing strength in battle.

Lin Jia's elders took to the middle of the battle platform and sang: "The first round of the annual meeting, the melee, everyone came to the battle platform, and finally left the 32 people on the battle platform and advanced to the next round."

After all, Lin’s two elders stepped down from the battle platform, and young Lin’s disciples appeared on the scene.

Lin Feng nodded to Lin Hai and also stepped onto the battle platform.

"I don't know if Lin Biao and others will deliberately target me." Standing on the edge of the battle platform, Lin Feng's eyes flashed, and the heart screamed.

Soon, a total of seventy-three young children, all came to the huge battle platform, looked at the surrounding with vigilance, especially those who are weak, they are likely to be the first to start.

When Lin Biao stepped on the battle platform, the people who went to the place gave way, and no one dared to provoke. The purpose of the first round was to eliminate the weak. Some people with strong strengths would rarely move unless they found themselves dead. Lin Biao is undoubtedly one of the strongest people, and the crowd avoids it, not to mention her shot.

As for Lin Feng, he soon saw many people staring at him. These people blinked and stared at him as if they were looking at prey. They all regarded him as a soft persimmon.

The battle on the battle platform has erupted. The young man with a long gun came to Lin Feng. The people next to him circumvented him. Obviously, he knew that this person was not good at it.

"Let's go down yourself, don't throw people away here." Lin Wu looked at Lin Feng with contempt, and he was the seven elders who had had a conflict with Lin Feng.

Lin Wu, six months ago, has been a seven-heavy martial arts, and now should be stepped into the martial arts, and Lin Yu's strength is equal.

"He is mine." A cold voice came, and I saw Lin Biao, who was wearing a phoenix robes, coming over.

"It's all the same." Lin Wu naturally won't rob people with Lin Biao, and his figure will be let go.

Lin Biao went to Lin Feng’s front and said, “You can rest assured that there will be no one moving you in this round. You will be promoted smoothly. You are out of the game so early, but it is not very fun.”

"Hmmm?" Lin Feng squatted. I didn't expect Lin Biao to actually promote him. This is indeed a bit funny, but I can't advance without promotion. Why not, of course, Lin Biao, who has seen him, may also be himself. Understand that if she does not personally do it, there are really few people here who can let Lin Feng out.

On the life and death stage of Yun Haizong, Lin Feng was the arm of a man who had been repaired by a sword.

"Lin Lin, what is she doing, leaving the waste to do?" The old elder who was ready to see Lin Feng’s ugly saw Lin Biao instead of protecting him, and could not help but whisper Lin.

“Don’t you think it’s fun to watch a waste advance to the second round? And, in the second round, it’s a turn of the battle. Everyone has to fight several times. What do you think this waste will face? Lin Badao thought that he had realized the meaning of Lin Biao, and he was particularly insidious.

"Oh, I didn't think of it, it was indeed a good show." Lin Zhen heard the explanation of the darkness, he seemed to have seen Lin Feng being devastated again and again in the second round, when he was fangs, and Play the stage?