Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter 1370 Drunk Dragon Peak, Drunk Worm Peak!

The second floor box of the restaurant.

Ye Jianing and Su Huan were dumbfounded.

He stared straight at Luo Feng, as if he wanted to see some clues from his expression.

"Brother Luo, you... are you kidding me." Ye Jianing hesitated and expressed disbelief.

The two asked again and again, and Luo Feng gave an affirmative answer. He really rejected the elder Pang Zhou of Qiandong Peak and chose Drunken Dragon Peak.

Su Huan was dumb and sluggish for a moment, only shaking his head and smiling bitterly, indicating that he could not understand Luo Feng's choice.

"Elder Ding Fuyu's strength is certainly not weak, but his ability to teach disciples is really...being a disciple of the elders of the Purple God Palace, how many warriors dream of it, but if there is a choice among the elders, no one would choose Ding Fuyu Drunken Dragon Peak."

"You... are playing with fire." Ye Jianing also shook his head and sighed.

The door of the box knocked, and the shop Xiaoer had served the dishes. The three of them did not shy away and were still discussing this topic.

After all, this will not be a secret.

Luo Feng will report to Zuilongfeng tomorrow.

Soon after the shop Xiaoer left, the news leaked out and came crazy.

Countless warriors were dumbfounded.

Stunned.

Unreasonable.

unbelievable.

"A great arrogant Tianjiao who wants to make such a self-destructive move? There is a better Qiandong Peak that does not choose, and went to Drunk Dragon Peak."

"Too puzzling."

"I heard that Elder Ding Fuyu of Drunken Dragon Peak has spent his life studying a path that no one else has walked, but he has not gained much."

"Hehe, a group of stupid people, no matter how others choose, they are also elder disciples." There were also different voices sneered.

Luo Feng is too good. Among the talents of this year, he is very dazzling and has attracted too much attention.

He is also the only one in this class who does not need to participate in the assessment to become the arrogant disciple of the elders of the Purple God Palace.

The next day, the early sun rose.

The Purple God Palace, located in the center of Sky City, is a magnificent palace, magnificent, full of brilliance, brick by tile, dazzling light, flower and grass, all extremely extraordinary.

Many disciples of the Purple God Palace have exhausted their lives and are not qualified to enter this palace.

Here is the core of the Purple Temple.

Surrounding the Purple Temple, the morning glow is covered, surrounded by peaks, the clouds are lingering, and the clouds are steaming and dazzling. Each sacred mountain is majestic and majestic, with its own characteristics, surrounding the Purple Temple.

Facing the rising sun, countless disciples of the Purple God Palace looked at the palace in the distance that seemed to be in a fairyland. The clouds were lingering, the purple gas rose, and the eyes showed longing and determination.

Started a day of practice.

Whether it is an ordinary disciple or a true disciple, they are eager to one day be able to step into the palace.

Outside the 36 sacred mountains, is a huge and magnificent school ground.

There are various training equipment on the school grounds.

More, it is an army in white clothes, training.

This is the training ground for the most elite army in the Purple Shrine.

The white clothes fluttered, but moved like thunder.

The murderous air covers the clouds.

The scope of the Purple Shrine is too large. In fact, there is a considerable distance from the outermost to the school grounds.

There is a young man with a handsome face, his eyes shining like stars, holding a token, entering from the east gate, a long body, a shower in the morning glow, a white robe, on both sides of his body, with light blue stripes, black eyes, eyes Ching Ming.

Mingzhi in white.

Luo Feng seemed to tell everyone that his fundamental goal in coming to the Purple God Palace was the white army, commanded by a thousand people.

Along the way, Luo Feng met a lot of Purple God Palace disciples and nodded, but was ignored by most people.

Everyone is practicing.

No one knew the identity of Luo Feng.

"Brother Dao." Luo Feng turned around and found that he couldn't find the specific location of Drunken Dragon Peak, and began to ask for directions.

"Excuse me, where is Drunken Dragon Peak going?"

Hearing this, the young man raised his head and looked surprised, "Are you going to Drunk Worm Peak?"

When a black line appeared on Luo Feng's forehead, he said in a deep voice, "It's Drunken Dragon Peak."

"That's right, it's Drunk Chongfeng." The young man smiled, looked at Luo Feng, and said with a smile, "You are new."

Luo Feng has not answered yet, and the youth has already laughed, "Who would call that Drunken Dragon Peak for a year or a half in the Purple God Palace? It is the first wasteland in the purple temple in a thousand years. You haven't stepped out of the real strong. Secondly, you are dressed in white clothes. I have seen too many new people. They are all like this..." The young man swallowed his words and coughed slightly, "So passionate and full of vigor."

Luo Feng was speechless. He heard a meaning from the young man's mouth. Just now, after the other party had such a meal, a "silly-force" word almost blurted out.

"How is it?" The young man said with a smile, "I Song Jiang's eyesight is not bad. Are you a new ordinary disciple of Drunk Chongfeng? Or a handyman?"

Song Jiang!

Luo Feng couldn't help but glanced at the young man for a while, but his expression remained calm, "Then, Drunken Dragon Peak, where are you going?"

Song Jiang was taken aback, smiled and patted Luo Feng on the shoulder, "Some persistence, it should be." Song Jiang showed Luo Feng the way, and Luo Feng politely thanked him for leaving.

"By the way, what's your name?" Song Jiang looked at Luo Feng's back and asked subconsciously.

"Drunken Dragon Peak, Luo Feng!"

The words fell firmly, and the figure drifted away.

"Luo Feng? A funny newcomer." Song Jiang smiled, his expression suddenly revealed a trace of doubt, "Luo Feng? Why did you hear this name somewhere?"

Soon, Luo Feng had arrived at the foot of Zuilong Peak, and the stone steps leading up to the top of the mountain were quite spectacular.

On the stone steps, not far apart, there are handyman disciples sweeping the floor.

"It's too quiet." Luo Feng twitched the corner of his mouth. Walking along the way, Luo Feng also passed several sacred mountains. Other places, at the foot of the mountains, were also very lively. Many young warriors discussed each other. The atmosphere of martial arts and martial arts is very warm.

But as soon as he arrived at Drunken Dragon Peak, he suddenly became quiet.

Stepping up, only the handyman disciple sweeps the rustle of fallen leaves on the stone steps.

"Welcome to Drunk Chongfeng." Luo Feng walked halfway up the mountain to a pavilion, and a voice rang lazily.

Luo Feng's brows couldn't help but twisted slightly.

It seems that the name of Drunk Chongfeng is really recognized in the Purple God Palace, including my own children, who even call themselves Drunk Chongfeng.

"I am willing to fall." Luo Feng shook his head and walked over. In the pavilion, there was a man with a burly body, a short and flat head, and a faintly raised temple, which contained strength, and his strength was not weak.

"Others can look down on us Drunk Dragon Peak, but we can't look down on ourselves." Luo Feng said straightforwardly, and said in a deep voice, "We Drunk Dragon Peak, there are also big brothers who are ranked 250th on the Tianjiao list. ?"

The burly man glanced at Luo Feng, and then said quietly, "I am the two hundred and five."