Son-in-law Dan Zun

With someone taking the lead.

One after another, there were many voices of congratulations, one after another.

For a time, Nie Feng became the center of attention.

Nie Feng smiled lightly, raised his head calmly, looked around the crowd and said, "It's too early to congratulate you now."

"Not early not early!"

"The so-called challenge is just a passing game."

"Looking at the Nuotian Wild Territory, how many people can become a threat to Nie Gongzi?"

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The sound of slapping horses is constant.

Everyone was old fritters, so it was obvious that Nie Feng was just pretending to be humble.

If it wasn't for the position of the Son of God, he would not have such a posture.

"You are not the candidate for the Holy Son. Is it too early for such a posture?"

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded.

I saw two figures behind Nie Feng, coming together.

It was Lei Xiao and Lu Ziming's master and apprentice.

Hearing Lei Xiao's words, many people showed a strange look. The candidate for the Holy Son, isn't it Nie Feng?

Why did Nie Feng still look like this?

Is it just pure self-confidence, determined to win the throne of the Holy Son?

"If you have enough confidence in your own strength, you can do the same!" Nie Feng responded lightly.

If there is no breakthrough, he will regard Lei Xiao as a troublesome competitor.

But now, he didn't take Lei Xiao to heart at all.

From his point of view, only the person chosen by the temple master secretly for the Holy Son may pose a threat to him.

Others can be defeated at the click of a button.

"I'm not a grandstanding person." Lei Xiao responded indifferently.

However, in the face of his mockery, Nie Feng just smiled confidently.

"Some things that happen to you are indeed like a clown, but they are right for me."

"Then let's see how you deserve to be a holy son!" Lei Xiao snorted coldly.

Lu Ziming's deep eyes looked at Nie Feng lightly.

As the deacon of the temple, he naturally knew that his disciple Lei Xiao and Nie Feng had been secretly fighting each other.

But it is rarely like today, in front of countless people, so **** for tat.

Today's Nie Feng is indeed different from the past, giving him a different feeling.

It seems to have lost a bit of camouflage and become more confident and sharp-edged.

In the past, Lei Xiao was actually more forthright and sharp-edged.

Lu Ziming's eyes flashed a faint doubt, but he did not find that Nie Feng was much different from the past.

There is no Nie Feng fact, hiding his true cultivation.

The crowd also became very uneasy after hearing the tit-for-tat words of Lei Xiao and Nie Feng.

It turned out that even those who practiced in the temple did not know who the saint son was.

This made them even more curious.

Could it be that the hall master has secretly cultivated a very enchanting disciple, but it has never been made public and known to the world?

One after another, there are temple powerhouses appearing.

Many saints also appeared today.

One after another, some people were asking the powerhouses of the temple, who was the holy son chosen by the temple master.

However, no one knew the answer.

This matter, as if only the palace master, no one knows about it.

At this time, Luo Wushu and his group also walked slowly from the direction of the temple.

Seeing Luo Wushu, there were a lot of sharp eyes, and they were projected.

"Luo Wushu, I didn't expect you to really dare to appear?"

An indifferent voice came out of Nie Feng's mouth, "Let's not say anything else, I respect you as a man based on your courage alone."

Luo Wushu squinted at Nie Feng, and immediately moved away.

That contemptuous gesture caused Nie Feng's complexion to sank. Invisibly, there seemed to be a murderous intent that would erupt uncontrollably.

"Nie Feng!" Zhong Kui reminded him lightly beside him.

This made Nie Feng take a deep breath and once again suppressed the almost tyrannical killing intent in his heart.

"I hope for a while, you have the courage to challenge me!"

Luo Wushu smiled without saying a word, and did not look at Nie Feng.

"Crench!"

Nie Feng's face was hideous, his fists clenched loudly.

Only he himself knew that at this moment, there was a strong killing intent in his heart.

Today, he is bound to smash Luo Wushu into tens of thousands of pieces, so that he will die without a place to be buried.

"Brother Luo is amazing!"

Jian Blind smiled lightly: "If you don't say a word, you can make people's veins burst, and even their teeth are almost bitten by themselves."

"Now, are you so handsome that you are so envious?"

Jian Blind didn't know that Luo Wushu killed Nie Feng's clan, he just thought that Nie Feng was a bit exaggerated.

Anyway, the strength is not bad among the saints, as for such a small belly?

Just because the hall master chose Luo Wushu to be the holy son, he looks like he is inseparable?

"It's not your turn to speak here yet!" Nie Feng glanced at the blind man, and immediately moved away.

That contemptuous gesture, just like Luo Wushu did to him.

Of course, Nie Feng didn't notice this.

In his opinion, Luo Wushu just didn't dare to face his gaze, Luo Wushu was afraid of him.

"Yo..." Jian Blind looked at Nie Feng lightly, "The mouth grows on Lao Tzu's body, can you control it?"

"In this clear sky and bright sky, are you only allowed to fart everywhere, and I am not allowed to speak?"

Jian Blind is not good at all, so naturally he will not suffer from this dumb loss.

Could it be that when he talks to his brother, he has to ask others, is he qualified to speak?

A burst of anger erupted from Nie Feng's chest.

I can't wait to take action immediately and blow the sword blind man to ashes.

It really is a cat and a dog from where, and they dare to scream in front of it.

But Zhong Kui obviously did not allow this scene to happen, he lowered his voice and reminded: "Pay attention to your identity!"

Nie Feng took a deep breath and naturally understood what Zhong Kui meant.

He is one of the saints, and also the future holy son of the Tianhuang Temple, an example of the younger generation of Tianhuangyu.

A blind man can be shameless, a shrew can scold the street, but he can't.

Controlling his anger, Nie Feng just looked at Jian Blind indifferently and said, "I hope you will have the courage to challenge me in a while!"

He bites the word "challenge" very hard.

And this also made Jianxiaozi discover a clue.

Originally, he thought that Nie Feng was unhappy, envious, envious and hated because Luo Wushu became the candidate of the Holy Son.

Now it seems that he doesn't know that Luo Wushu is the holy son chosen by the hall master.

Instead, he regarded himself as the Son of God.

"Hahaha..." Jian Blind couldn't help laughing, looking at Nie Feng with a mean face.

"Are you taking yourself as the holy son chosen by the hall master?"

"With Brother Nie's strength, why not?" a saint said.

His name is Pang Lin, and he is a fourth-order true immortal. He is usually in the temple, following Nie Feng's horse.

Seeing Luo Wushu's disdain to speak, he deliberately pretended there.

Instead, let a blind man who can't get on the stage chatter.

Naturally, he couldn't help but want to say a few words for Nie Feng.

Otherwise, wouldn't it appear that Nie Feng was alone.

"You're not afraid. When the Palace Master announces the candidate for the Holy Son, isn't it you?" Jian Blind asked Nie Feng again.

"Even if it's not Brother Nie, Brother Nie can take his place." Pang Lin sneered, "But you..."

"To be honest, I really don't know the meaning of your appearance?"

"Today's business is none of your business."

"Alright Pang Lin!" Nie Feng waved his hand.

"Some people just like to be grandstanding, there is no need to waste too much lips and tongues on them and surrender their status."

"After all, on weekdays, they don't even have the qualifications to speak to us."

"Yes!" Pang Lin nodded, then kept silent.

However, Jian Blind is not a person who will suffer from a dumb loss at all.

In particular, he knew that Luo Wushu was bound to suppress everything today.

At this time, there is nothing to worry about.

"When you put on a beautiful dress, you consider yourself a holy son." Jian Blind looked at Nie Feng lightly.

"Why don't you come with a yellow robe and become emperor?"

"In this way, the effect of grandstanding must be better."

Nie Feng: "..."