Prehistoric: The beginning of the game mixed with the Xiantian Lingbao chat group

Chapter 62 Respect! Fengming Lecture Hall!

"Boom!"

A loud noise suddenly exploded!

Immediately, the bluestone floor tiles of the Labor Hall were instantly covered with terrifying textures, as dense as a spider web.

"Senior Brother Eight Hundred, get up quickly!"

Feng Ming raised his hand to help Senior Brother Lin Babai, but he overestimated his own strength.

As Senior Brother Lin Babai's body sank, Feng Ming's waist almost flashed.

Thanks to the fact that he is also a Qi practitioner, his body is considered strong.

Feng Ming was a little at a loss for a moment.

Brother Eight Hundred, why did he suddenly kneel down!

"Senior brother, it makes me uncomfortable when you do this."

Lin Babai raised his head and said solemnly: "From today on, my name is Lin Babai!"

Well……

Lin...eight million?

Senior brother, I understand what you mean!

I also see your determination.

But why are you kneeling down for me...

Lin Babai said directly: "Senior Brother Fengming, you should accept this worship! This is the grace of enlightenment, this grace is like a mountain!"

Feng Ming: ...Well, I just advised you to lose weight. It's not that exaggerated, right?

Sure enough, if a thing is given a heavy meaning, it will immediately become different.

Just like when a fitness instructor comes to push the card, you will definitely find it annoying.

But think about it differently: what fitness coaches sell is not cards, but health!

Well, you may be able to drink this bowl of poisonous chicken soup.

…

Feng Ming is not used to others kneeling down.

It's a pity that the power of eight million senior brothers is too... terrifying!

Feng Ming's shoulders were held down by two fingers of Eight Million Senior Brother, making him unable to struggle.

At this time, Roshan Immortal smiled and said: "My nephew does not need to feel any psychological burden, it is just a kneel. Think about the kindness you have given him and the benefits to his future, his kneeling is not enough."

"Although you just said a simple word, it changed him. Maybe it is life and death in autumn hunting!"

…

At this time, Junior Brother Qingshuzi arrived with Wang Shouyi and several other senior brothers who were about to participate in the Autumn Hunting. When they walked in, they happened to see such a shocking scene.

Senior Brother Fengming stood upright.

Eight hundred senior fellow apprentices, whose muscles were as strong as qiujian and who looked like a ferocious beast, knelt on the ground with his head on the floor!

Uncle Roshan stood behind, touching his round chin with one hand and smiling happily.

"This is……"

"What happened?"

…

Junior Brother Qingshuzi's handsome face was full of surprise: "Yes, why did Senior Brother Eight Hundred suddenly change his appearance?"

I went to shout about my personal kung fu. Why did the chubby Senior Brother 800 turn into the muscular 800 Senior Brother?

"Hiss... the aura on Senior Brother's body is so terrifying and oppressive!"

Senior Brother Eight Hundred's aura is already very strong. Among the nine people who are about to participate in the Autumn Hunting, Senior Brother Eight Hundred is the well-deserved first person.

However, compared to the 800-year-old senior brother in the past and the muscular man in front of us now, there is a huge difference!

"Could it be that Senior Brother Eight Hundred...has broken through to the fourth realm?"

Several senior brothers looked at each other.

At this time, Senior Brother Eight Hundred stood up, and his eyes swept over the other senior brothers, as well as the many disciples from the Labor Hall who came to watch.

He said: "Senior Brother Fengming has the kindness to guide me and enlighten me!"

"From now on, whoever dares to hurt Senior Brother Fengming, no, whoever dares to be disrespectful to Senior Brother Fengming, will be our eight million enemy!"

His eyes were full of evil, and he looked like a terrifying beast roaring at everyone.

When Senior Brother Lin Babai glanced at them, everyone's hearts suddenly felt cold, and some junior brothers with shallow cultivation even trembled.

At this time, Feng Ming quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, no, senior brother Lin, we are all brothers and a family, how can we be disrespectful, hahaha..."

…

Immortal Roshan looked at this scene and thought in his heart: "Sure enough, he is really not afraid of Rizhao's pressure."

No, it shouldn’t be said that I was afraid, but I didn’t feel anything at all…

As the father of a child, he knew very well that the aura of Rizhao, who had just broken through, could be said to be very powerful under the Immortal, but extremely unstable.

It was like a newly burning flame, radiating light.

The other disciples were very scared when they saw Rizhao, but this nephew Fengming, who had just broken through to the third level, acted like nothing was wrong.

This shows...

Even at this moment, Feng Ming's nephew's soul strength is far ahead of Lin Rizhao!

"Senior nephew Fengming has been staying in the weapon refining hall and is not good at fighting. How can his soul be so powerful?"

Normally, the souls of disciples who specialize in fighting will be more powerful, while the disciples of other temples will lag far behind.

But, what happened to this nephew Feng Ming?

The strength of his soul...

"Well, I forgot, he is the disciple of that bastard Wan Mu!"

Yes, nephew Fengming must have been led astray by Wanmu, so he is hiding his secrets now.

"No, Junior Nephew Fengming probably didn't do this on purpose!"

In the eyes of Roshan Immortal and other Immortals, Feng Ming is completely different from his old and recidivist master.

Nephew Fengming has the courage to take responsibility. Although he did not directly participate in this "New Autumn Hunt", he spared no effort, even risking his own soul being damaged, to help everyone improve the level of the magic weapon.

This is already a very "great" behavior!

That's not the same damn character as Wanmu.

So, why is he hiding such a powerful soul even though he already has it?

That must have been forced on him by Wanmu!

Yes, that must be the case!

Junior nephew Feng Ming is really a good boy. Even though he has the fate of being a teacher, he must use his own way to make his own contribution to everyone.

A good nephew like him is definitely not the kind of person who is "living around"!

Oh, damn Wanmu, even if he wants to be a ten-thousand-year-old black turtle, he is disturbing my lovely nephew Fengming.

"As expected, we can't let nephew Fengming stay around that bastard Wanmu anymore, otherwise he might be taught bad things!"

Yes, after the autumn hunting is over this time, I will join forces with Senior Brother Wan Yuan, Senior Sister Wan'er, and several others to ask the headmaster and even the Master for orders again to let Feng Ming follow him!

…

Feng Ming didn't know his uncle's deep love for him.

At this moment, he can finally cover up his proud work to his brothers and sisters!

This is the back hill of the Labor Hall, and there is a "Martial Arts Arena" that is not that big. Feng Ming calculated that it is only as big as 5,000 football fields.

At this time, Feng Ming was suspended in the center and transformed into a lecturer!

"Senior brothers and sisters, our opponent is the Clan Monster Clan."

"Everyone should have already understood that the Xingxu demon clan is not the kind of demon clan that is good at close combat. The most difficult thing for them is - illusion!"

Senior Brother Lin shouted: "Yes, the illusions of these multi-tailed beasts are very annoying. Although our Changchun disciples have a firm mind, we are still inevitably dragged into the illusions. Even if we can break free quickly, but...

It has already put us in an extremely disadvantageous situation, even..."

"Dead on the spot!"

Feng Ming has learned that this time the New Autumn Hunting is not a one-on-one competition.

It’s a 9 vs. 9 team battle!

Let people from both sides enter a designated area at the same time, and then start fighting there.

Moreover, the condition for the end of the New Autumn Hunt is - one of the parties must die!

In such a chaotic battle, once one's own disciples are confused, even for just a few breaths, they may die on the spot.

And when a disciple dies first and his mouth is torn apart, this is the beginning of the defeat here!

Feng Ming took out his work ‘Mingyan’ and said to his fellow apprentices:

"Senior Brother Eight Hundred is right. Therefore, the anti-illusion technique is the most important. Now I need two senior brothers or junior brothers to demonstrate for me. Who will do it?"

Senior Brother Qing Shuzi was the first to stand up and said, "I, I'll do it!"

Lin Babai originally wanted to stand up, but he was beaten by another person.

"Senior Brother Fengming, let me come. I am Wang Shouyi."

This Junior Brother Wang Shouyi was the one who was originally going to fight with Junior Brother Qing Shuzi after drinking, but Senior Brother Wang Shouyi got drunk faster.

It is fairy brew after all...

Of course, this also shows that Junior Brother Wang Shouyi's cultivation level is slightly worse than Qing Shuzi's.

"This object is called Naruyan. It is a magic weapon that I refined using the eyes on the back of Linzi. You should have guessed its function. It is an illusion!"

"And these are anti-illusion glasses!"

After he finished speaking, everyone, including Senior Brother Lin Bawan, began to look at each other and whisper.

"Naruto? A magical weapon that can release illusions!"

"Senior brother is so powerful, he can already refine magic weapons by himself!"

"Oh, that's of course. I don't want to think that senior brother has sacrificed and refined a top-notch magic weapon for eight hundred senior brothers!"

"But... these glasses... seem to be quite special, and they look very good!"

…

Feng Ming stopped everyone's discussion and said:

"Junior Brother Qingshuzi, if your cultivation level is a little higher, you don't need to wear glasses."

"As for Junior Brother Wang, you put on your glasses, and then I will use Narukan to directly create illusions to shine on both of you at the same time, and then ask another senior brother to conduct a tentative attack on you!"

Junior Brother Wang walked up to Feng Ming, solemnly took the anti-illusion glasses with both hands, and then put them on.

A simple and elegant Taoist robe, paired with a pair of elegant glasses.

This look is, in one word, absolutely stunning!

At this time, a gust of wind blew.

Senior Brother Wang Shouyi's hair was flying in front of his glasses, looking particularly elegant.

The eyes in Feng Ming's palm began to shine!

…

At this time, in Yuxu Palace.

The supreme saint Yuanshi Tianzun was a little...sad at this moment.

"This guy..."

He was keenly aware that Pangu Banner was somewhat distant from him.

Of course, this is not because he has any malice towards himself, but because he is in a special state.

"What exactly happened, why did you gain merit, and why did you suddenly fall into...autism?"

The sage did not deduce heaven's secrets because he knew it would be of no use.

"That's all, leave him alone and let him be. It's time to visit Senior Brother."

After saying that, Yuanshi Tianzun summoned the Nine-Dragon Agarwood Chariot and headed towards the Taiqing Heaven.

(End of chapter)