The familiar mana fluctuations made Lin Feng’s face complicated.

Although he had long known that from the day he practiced the so-called evil art, he would definitely face off against the master one day.

From the time he killed Fang Ming, the master brother of the second line, he and the master were already on the same page.

But now, when the people from the master really came to the door, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

After all, Maoshan was kind to him.

However, in an instant, he cut off the negative emotions that had just emerged in his heart.

Although the three veins of Maoshan are connected with each other, they also have a competitive relationship with each other.

In a big way, Maoshan is kind to him.

However, to a small extent, it can also be said that it is just the three veins of Maoshan, which are kind to him.

Standing in your current position, if you consider the kindness of the entire Maoshan, it is to cocoon yourself.

After all, Maoshan’s will is hostile to him.

If he was chanting Maoshan’s kindness, wouldn’t he have to bow down and capture this approaching enemy?

How can it be?

Cultivating to the earth master, the group of demons under his hand dances, and there are many talents.

The current Lin Feng is no longer the fledgling brat who still needs the protection of a group of senior brothers.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand a little, and among the paper cranes, an illusory figure suddenly appeared, which was the image of Deng Mo.

“Senior brother, don’t come unharmed, I’m here, please come over.”

Lin Feng nodded with a smile at the phantom.

Deng Mo, although he is the master brother of the big vein, he can’t control the three veins.

However, in the end, it is the master brother that Maoshan admits.

Lin Feng now considers himself a Maoshan disciple, so he also gives a certain amount of respect to his senior brother.

As for the unlucky ghost Fang Ming who died at his hands, a self-righteous bastard, Lin Feng believed that he was not worthy of being a master brother.

Therefore, he died at the hands of Lin Feng.

Boom —

The phantom nodded, and then exploded abruptly.

The clear light on the paper crane in Lin Feng’s hand dissipated and returned to normal.

“The rules are all set by people, good and evil are opposites, lifelong struggle, this sentence, yes, but what is right, what is evil…”

Lin Feng muttered, his face showed a look of memory, but when he saw this paper crane, he couldn’t help but think of Senior Sister Cane Aunt.

This paper crane, he will also fold.

This paper crane art, he also knows far away.

However, he would not do anything.

In the past, on the mountain, you could choke the cane girl who had not yet descended.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and I haven’t seen Senior Sister for more than ten years.

In an instant, Lin Feng’s heart actually rose a little longing.

“Brother Feng, the people from your division are coming?”

Yue Qiluo was on the side, his face a little strange.

She has never been afraid of heaven and earth, but at this moment, a little fear surged in her heart.

But he was afraid to see Lin Feng’s relatives, afraid that he would not play enough…

“Well, the master brother of the Great Pulse is here.

However, I am a disciple of the Three Veins.

So, you don’t count as seeing your in-laws. ”

Lin Feng looked at Yue Qiluo with a smile, but he guessed her thoughts.

“Are you really a Maoshan disciple?”

Seeing Lin Feng talking about the big vein and the three veins, Yue Qiluo’s face was full of doubt.

Maoshan Ancestor Sanmao Zhenjun is actually three brothers.

The Taoist system left by these three brothers is collectively called Maoshan to the outside world.

Internally, they call themselves the Great Vein, the Second Vein, and the Third Vein.

Yue Qiluo knew this.

However, a Maoshan disciple who does not know Maoshan art.

What Yue Qiluo thinks, how does he feel strange.

“Like a fake bag!”

……

In the dense forest, Deng Mo’s body, who was closely following behind the white ape, trembled and suddenly stopped.

The two elders, Wu Chong and Ma Gu, also stopped.

“Lin Feng found my paper crane, and he let us pass.”

Deng Mo looked at the two elders with a slight shock on his face.

“Judging from the momentum that he showed just now, I am afraid that he has already cultivated into an earth master.”

“Earth Master? How can it be? How long has he been away from the mountain? Half? ”

“Before leaving the mountain, he was just an ordinary person who only knew a little martial arts.”

The faces of the two elders showed shock.

They are all highly talented, they have practiced hard for most of their lives, and they don’t know how much hardship they have endured, so they have become earth masters.

But now, there is a junior, in less than a year, it is very likely that he will become a cultivator of the earth master, how can they not be shocked.

“A dream for a hundred years, such things as flying immortals in the day, have happened, and it is not impossible to cultivate the earth master in half a year.

Even, I suspect that Fang Ming is planted in Lin Feng’s hands, not in the hands of the so-called ghost generals. ”

Deng Mo’s brows furrowed, but he was hesitating in his heart, facing Lin Feng’s invitation, he waited for others, whether to go or not.

After all, the object to be tracked down has changed from an archmage to an earth master.

The transformation of strength is no less than the transformation of sheep into hungry wolves.

Their three major earth masters, although they hold the heavy treasure of the division gate, even if they face the heavenly master, they will not have the power to fight back.

However, this is Lin Feng’s territory.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

As the master brother of the Great Pulse and one of the strong contenders for the position of leader, Deng Mo was not willing to take risks easily.



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