Peerless Martial God 2

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Songzhuang looked at the emperor's book and passed it on to the latter. He shouted. [燃^文^书库][];乐;文;小说.l+

"My dignity is not to be provocative." The smile of the child of the emperor disappeared, becoming abnormally sinister and without a sense of holiness.

"Do you have the power of holiness?" Song Zhuang's gloomy sorrow.

"This doesn't have to be yours, at least you are not qualified to have the power of holiness!!".

The emperor smiled sarcastically, then turned his eyes away and stopped looking at Songzhuang.

Song Zhuang's eyes are condensed, and his heart is full of anger, but he can only clench his fists, put this anger in his heart, divert his gaze and look at Lin Feng.

"I announced that Lin Feng officially became an elder of the elders."

After Xuanyuanmu for a while, it was a smile that announced that Lin Feng eventually became an elder.

All the disciples were kneeling on the ground, and the audience was cheering.

Lin Feng has some feelings of dreaming. It is only this moment that she has changed from death to death. She has also become one of the highest people of Shenzong from a second generation disciple.

The Emperor's book, from the previous generation is his own uncle, and now he is only his younger brother. If you want to kill yourself, you must measure it, because you are just like the elders.

The emperor's book was light, and he blinked at Lin Feng. He was a little angry and unwilling, and was obviously irritated by Lin Feng's provocation.

Lin Feng is also not clear, his own silent and large-scale, even let this super strong person completely hate.

The emperor book is ready to leave here, Xuanyuanmu is respectfully standing in front of the emperor's book, laughing: "Please ask the teacher to give Lin Feng too elder identity token?"

"Give you". The childlike face of the emperor was full of gloom and indifference, and his left hand slammed, and a golden texture token was thrown out, still at the foot of Lin Feng.

Shame, this is a shame in public.

Lin Feng and the Emperor, all of them are elders and elders, and there is no longer a problem of status and honor. Therefore, the emperor can only humiliate Lin Feng, while the latter’s strength is weak and he can’t beat the emperor’s book. Casually humiliate Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked at the tokens still at his feet, and the hands of Xuanyuanmu parked in midair, and the different looks of several other saints. Lin Feng’s eyes were gloomy, his left foot was lifted, and his voice was slammed. Step on it.

"After today, my Lin Feng will be an unlicensed elder, who can help me?"

Lin Feng screamed and squinted at the emperor's book. After a sneer, he stepped on his feet and slowly left the high platform. He did not give the emperor a half face.

Your emperor will not give me a face, why should I leave you a face? Do you want to kill me? Yes, though.

Only then, your emperor is afraid that you will have to be installed by everyone to attack the weak, and only kill people because of personal unhappiness. How can the Emperor book serve the public?

Lin Feng left the canonization ceremony, and his protagonist left. Songzhuang naturally left here behind Lin Feng.

The rest of the people are all awkward, don't know how to be good.

"Everyone can leave." The emperor sipped, and the childish voice appeared poisonous, which made many people know the weight of this elder.

It seems that there is a saying that is true. The more people who are in the high position, the smaller their minds are, the more they must be installed, because they want both a glorious surface and a unique respect.

The four sons who first left the high platform, they did not have much friendship with the emperor, and there is no need to write to the emperor.

The emperor's brow was slightly picked, and he watched the four sons leave, silently clenching his fist. If there was not a great son, he really wanted to teach the three sons behind him.

The emperor also left, but he remembered a person, Lin Feng! !

When I first came, the Emperor kept a normal heart, but gradually found that Lin Feng is not simple. The Emperor is afraid that one day, Lin Feng will climb to the top of his head, so he wants to kill the enemy in the cradle. Among them, I did not expect it to be humiliated.

From now on, my Lin Feng will be an unlicensed elder, who can help me?

This kind of domineering language, afraid that it will be spread throughout the realm after today.

This authorization ceremony ended in a very unpleasant way. Xuanyuanmu was the most embarrassing. He was the person who presided over the main hall, but the face of the teacher was the one who lost his face, so that he did not have the slightest way.

At night, starry, Lin Feng alone took a few bottles of Tang's faint wine, left Shenzong, came to a river, sat on the bridge, drinking alone.

"Drunk and drink a thousand cups of wine, swaying the heart of the world, a long sword is also called the end of the world, rushed for a hundred years, the children and grandchildren, only the feelings of regret, friends and brothers around, red confidante where to find? Huh, pain Also! Sad!".

Lin Feng looked up at the stars and looked at a bright moon, drinking a bottle of wine.

"How is the pain? How about sorrow? The one-man sword is the only one in the world. In the past 100 years, the name is full, but only the martial arts, the red face is also there, where is hard to find, if the heart is a rock, how can he not get it?"

Lin Feng’s wine poems did not fall, and there was a long laugh behind him, and then a poem, and Lin Feng’s poems were extremely neat.

Lin Feng didn't need to turn around and knew that it was Songzhuang. The latter was like his own shadow. From the time he met Songzhuang in the fighting field, it seemed that Songzhuang had never left his side.

"How come you?" Lin Feng threw the bottle into the long river under his feet, drifted along the east stream, and asked Song Zhuang sideways.

Song Zhuang sat on the side of Lin Feng with a smile on his face. He also looked at the two altars in his hands and smiled. "I want to hold the wine. You and I drink, but I didn't expect it. You came here alone, how, there is Mind?"

Songzhuang asked with a bright smile, put a bottle of wine under his body, and opened a bottle of wine and simmered a few mouthfuls.

"Would you like to drink a bite of my wine? This is a good wine." Song Zhuang handed the altar wine to Lin Feng, Lin Feng hesitated or took over the altar wine, took a sip, and suddenly his eyes condensed.

"What kind of wine is this?" Lin Feng only felt a sip of wine, and the whole person calmed down, and the sorrow of the genius seemed to be swept away.

This wine is different from Tang's faintly brewed wine. The faint wine, one bite down, the flames discretion, can increase Yuanli and restore the injury, but this wine can relieve sorrow and calm down.

"This is my own brewed wine, the name is 愁 愁 ”." Songzhuang looked up at the stars and said a word.

"Oh, oh, good, good wine." Lin Feng sighed and smirked.

"Take you a taste of my wine." Lin Feng handed over the faintly brewed wine, Song Zhuang took a drink, suddenly his face turned red, and a burning sensation spread in the belly of Songzhuang.

"This is really a spirit, but it can still grow a weak force." Songzhuang was a little surprised that Lin Feng’s wine had such a curative effect.

"This is also the wine of my hometown. No, it should be said to be the wine of my second hometown."

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he denied it. His hometown is the earth. Although there is no effect on the wine there, there is a strong hometown.

And this faintly brewed wine should be the best wine in the Jiuyi continent.

"It seems that you still have a lot of sorrow in your heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you are convenient, you can talk to me."

Songzhuang put down the jar and looked at Lin Feng, and his tone became dignified.

Lin Feng squinted at Songzhuang, the latter's background is mysterious, but it can be seen that Songzhuang's sincerity towards himself should have no purpose.

"I am not this god, do you know?"

Lin Feng took a drink from Songzhuang and then threw a very unexpected word, but Songzhuang just nodded, not surprised.

"Are you not surprised?" Lin Feng looked at Songzhuang, and asked quietly.

"You are from the nine continents, right?"

Song Zhuang’s face was smiling and asked Lin Feng to be surprised, because this is already the second person who knows where he came from, but he is not surprised. The first one is the sword of Zong Zong.

"It seems that you also know about the nine continents."

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