The Prodigies War

But unexpectedly, when master Luo Feng's words didn't last long, someone sneered. [love ↑ go △ small ↓ say △ net wqu]

"There are talents from generation to generation, and each has been coquettish for hundreds of years. I'd like to ask, what is sensationalism?"

It was Lao Mo who spoke directly and questioned, which surprised the whole audience. It was rare for someone to refute Luo Feng.

However, Luo Feng looked calm and said leisurely, "Lao Mo, when you refine a holy stripe war suit, ask this question again."

The implication is that you want to question me? You're not qualified!

"I'm just telling you that today is Lintian's press conference. If you don't like it, you can leave instead of sitting there and selling your old age."

Old Mo Leng hum.

Everyone was surprised and guessed that there must be some contradiction between Lao Mo and Luo Feng. Otherwise, how could they tit for tat on such occasions.

"Mo!"

Luo Feng's face sank and his voice became cold. "It seems that you have a problem with me. Why, do you still want to take this opportunity to settle the old account?"

"Why not?"

Lao Mo also seemed very tough, and his eyes were full of hate.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. None of you expected to see the true face of the "broken war" at the press conference. Instead, someone argued first.

"Please calm down. Everyone came here to see Master Lintian's masterpiece. Some doubts are inevitable."

On the high platform, the host Li an smiled and said, "later, after showing the magic of the 'broken war', I believe everyone will be happy to hear the personal comments of master Luo Feng and master mo. at that time, I hope the two predecessors in the holy stripe world will not hesitate to give me advice."

The words were very beautiful. He held them without trace, and implied that even if they had to argue, it would not be too late after they showed their holy stripe battle clothes.

"Brother Luo, Mo, what do you think?"

At this time, Mrs. Baohua also spoke, with a graceful temperament.

Mo nodded and said, "OK, I'll see who's making a fuss later."

Luo Feng said with an expressionless face: "a holy stripe combat suit born after the thunder robbery may have extremely powerful power, but I doubt whether the spirit in it has been erased in the thunder robbery. If so, the so-called holy stripe combat suit is just an empty shell. Of course, it is difficult for ordinary people to see these differences."

He said these words suddenly, which obviously meant that he had different views on the holy stripe war refined by Lintian!

Many people can't help thinking. Luo Feng is the only holy stripe master in the Imperial Academy of divine engineering. He is famous all over the world and is respected by countless holy stripe masters, just like the authority of the holy stripe world.

Since he has expressed different views on this, he can't help but be ignored by others.

"Brother Luo is right, but it's too early to say this now. I'll see it with my own eyes later. Maybe I can have a clear answer."

Before Lao Mo could speak, Mrs. Baohua was the first to speak, apparently worried that the two would quarrel again.

So far, the curtain has fallen on this episode.

However, it was this episode that made the whole audience look forward to it more and more. Before Lintian's holy stripe war suit began to be displayed, it caused a dispute among the leading figures in the holy stripe world, which had never happened in the past.

The atmosphere became quiet again, and all eyes focused on the high platform.

Li

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Ann stopped talking nonsense and smiled: "time is precious. Next, please witness this masterpiece from master Lintian!"

Then he turned and walked down the platform.

At the same time, a thin figure appeared on the high platform. The man's body was straight, his cheeks were cut like a knife, he looked a little old, and there were vicissitudes between the tips of his eyebrows.

But there was a commotion on the viewing table. Many people couldn't sit still and made a noise in surprise.

"This... Seems to be Shen Jinglun, the white horse in those days?"

"God, it's really Shen Jinglun. I haven't heard from him for many years. I didn't think that he has become so old now."

"Sure enough, it's him. I heard that he followed the last patriarch of the Lin family and hid his name. Now that he appears here, he must represent Lintian to personally demonstrate the magic of the 'broken war'."

White horse exploring flowers Shen Jinglun!

Many years ago, he was a man of the moment who was famous in the Forbidden City. He can be called a generation of Tianjiao. Even today's great emperor praised him.

At that time, he had a unique style. He rode a white horse across the capital and won countless admiration. He was regarded as a scorching figure with unlimited future.

Who can imagine that after so many years, the white horse Tanhua reappeared in the world?

Just after the excitement, there was a burst of emotion. Years like a knife urge people to grow old. How natural and unrestrained Shen Jinglun was in those days, but now he is covered with frost and wind, like the evening. How can people not sigh?

Tianjiao, who rose up with him in those days, has become a giant and powerful all over the world as long as he hasn't fallen. However, he is the only one who turns into an old servant and hides his name. He is almost forgotten by the world and leaves a few sighs.

There was an uproar and emotion in the field, but Lin Zhong on the high platform seemed unaware. He came to the central position in silence and opened the bronze box in silence. From beginning to end, he was like an ugly old servant, so that no one could imagine that he was once famous in the Forbidden City and his style shone on the mountains and rivers.

Buzz!

A wisp of clear chant resounded through, like a Taoist voice, and immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

A vast dark gray luster appeared in Lin Zhong's hands. At this moment, his momentum changed sharply, as if he had changed a person!

If Lin Zhong was an old servant with a frosty face before, then now he is like a sword out of its sheath, with a sharp edge!

Many people's eyes brightened, their breath was held, and there was no sound, and the atmosphere was terrible.

On the high platform, Lin Zhong didn't immediately demonstrate, but lowered his eyebrows and eyes. He was as silent as a mountain. It seemed that he was adjusting himself. Standing at will, an invisible frightening momentum spread away.

There was a flash of brilliance in the eyes of some big people in the field. They could feel that Lin Zhong's momentum was rising, like a giant dragon dormant in his body, waking up from a deep sleep!

Lintian opened his eyes.

Qiang!

In his palm, the vast dark gray light suddenly changed into a zhanger long gun. It was simple and natural, but it had a terrible smell. It suppressed the emptiness and moaned, as if it was about to collapse.

Hiss!

There were many sounds of cold breath in the field. When the gun appeared, a frightening destructive force swept away, making their skin goose bumps and tingling.

As if, if the long gun has a life, what lies dormant in it is a soul with unparalleled edge!

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All the big people here opened their eyes and spread out all kinds of perceptions to capture the breath from the long gun without sparing any detail.

At this time, Lin Zhong moved. His eyes were like a sword, his eyebrows were full of energy, and his momentum had climbed to the peak.

In a trance, the white horse Tanhua seems to have come back, with a long gun in hand. Alone, he has the unique style of crossing mountains and rivers and looking down at the world.

Boom!

On the high platform, a bronze puppet appeared. It is the best defensive puppet in shidingzhai. It can resist the powerful blow of dongtianjing and is extremely expensive.

But when Lin Zhong pointed the spear in the distance without any action, the bronze puppet was instantly destroyed, turned into powder and scattered.

With only the breath contained in a wisp of gun blade, a puppet that can resist the full attack of Dongtian territory is powdered!

There was a sudden sensation on the viewing table. Many big people couldn't help but lose their voice and were moved by it. The power of this gun was too terrible.

Luo Feng's eyes could not help shrinking, and he immediately snorted coldly: "if it's just like this, it's just a holy stripe war suit with slightly stronger lethality at best."

But just for a moment, he looked stiff and his heart twitched violently.

On the high platform, the dark gray long gun suddenly steams out one dense and obscure soul array pattern after another, vaguely showing the strange phenomenon of Kui cattle roaring and the ups and downs of the sun and moon.

This scene was like a miracle and stunned the whole audience.

Some great figures of the older generation with profound cultivation have slightly changed their faces at the moment, because they clearly perceive that a dangerous atmosphere is spreading and everywhere, which makes them feel a palpitation!

At this time, Feng Qingyou also looked in a trance. Her beautiful little face was full of amazing and shocking colors. She suddenly murmured: "teacher, can you see how many spirit arrays were carved in the treasure?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be 49 heaven level spirit arrays..."

Mrs. Baohua's eyes next to her also brightened, "the avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, one of them escaped, but all of them were obtained by one shot... It's a crime! How did he... Refine it?"

She couldn't guarantee her composure, and her mind shook!

"Teacher, what are you talking about?" The wind is light and confused.

At this moment, Mrs. Baohua seemed to be in a trance, ignored it, and muttered to herself: "no wonder there was a thunder robbery, which was not tolerated by God. She hid one of her vitality and sealed it all on this gun. This is to fight against the sky... But how did he do it in the end? He can make this gun survive in the world..."

Not only Mrs. Baohua, but also Luo Feng saw this, so her face became very stiff and her eyes dilated, looking like she couldn't believe it.

Like Yu Beidou, Cheng Jing and Lao Mo, they can vaguely detect it, but they can't determine the truth and falsehood, and their mind can't help but wonder.

They are all holy tattoo masters. They are the leading figures in the holy tattoo world. They are concerned about refining some secrets and arrays of this gun.

For those great people who have profound attainments in practice, the vision presented by this gun at this time makes them feel an invisible smell of danger.

Qiang!

On the high platform, the vast breath rolled and turned into wisps of light, and finally evolved into a layer of gray war clothes, covering Lin Zhong's whole body. That breath perfectly matched with the long gun in his hand, regardless of each other, setting off the transformation of Lin Zhong's momentum again in an instant!

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