Chapter 157: Shame the Holy House

The potential and the micro are the gaps in the realm.
The momentum, the majestic atmosphere, the use of the power of heaven and earth for their own use, oppressing each other, and enhancing their own attacks, is the general trend, extremely powerful.
The micro is the sublimation of the realm. With the help of the heavens and the earth, it is transformed into a subtle, seemingly inadvertent blow, but with the power of destruction.
Mu Fan’s potential met Lin Feng’s entry into the micro-realm. Under the same cultivation, he was an opponent.
At this time, Mu Fan finally understood why Lin Feng was immune to the influence of the situation. It turned out that he had already reached the limit of enlightenment.
Retreat, this is the only idea that Mu Fan has at this time.
The footsteps slammed into the ground, suddenly dusty, and Mufan's body shape stopped, and began to go backwards.
"late."
The cold and indifferent voice spit out from Lin Feng’s mouth. Lin Feng was like a phantom, palm, and fell on Mufan’s body.
The sound of the cymbal was clearly transmitted, and the two figures stopped in the dust. The black guns of the throughput rushed into the body of Mufan, only for a moment, destroying the vitality of Mufan, hitting and killing.
"Well?" The crowd looked at the dust that was flying in the sky, and the eyes were slightly condensed, and they didn't know how the two people in the dust are now.
The crowds of the Snow Moon Ancestral Temple are gazing tightly at the floating dust, and can't wait to see through the eyes and see what is going on inside.
"Oh, the guy who is not self-sufficient has claimed to be killed, and he must have died in the hands of Master Mufan."
At this point, a voice sounded, let those people in the Snow Moon Ancestral Hall nod slightly, expelling the inner worries of fear.
Yes, a famous person, how can it be the talented disciple of the Xueyue Holy Apostle, Mu Fan, Mu Fan, but who is in control of the situation, extremely powerful, the general Ling Wujing five-repaired person, it is impossible His opponent, Mu Fan, who mastered the realm of the realm, among the five people in Lingwu, even the Xueyue Shrine has few rivals, let alone Lin Feng.
"Mu Fan brother, won." The aristocratic youth said indifferently, with a strong confidence in his tone, Mu Fan, must win, if it is defeated, his face can not afford to lose.
"You think more." A crisp and indifferent voice screamed, causing everyone's heart to tremble.
"A person who does not have his own martial arts will rely on some despicable means to show his powerful person can go wherever he goes."
The voice came out again, and then the dust of the sky gradually dispersed, and the figures of Lin Feng and Mu Fan appeared clearly.
At this point, Lin Feng's body slowly moved, turned around, and Mu Fan's body, but slowly fell down.
"boom!"
A subtle sound came out, but the sound was not loud, but the hearts of the crowd trembled.
Victory, but the victorious person is not the Murfan in the crowd's imagination, but Lin Feng.
A person who had never heard of it before, appeared with a silver mask, but only used one trick to kill the disciples of the Snowy Holy Sepulchre.
Lin Feng, he didn't even wave his eyes and breath, it was still so calm and indifferent, as if the ending should be written like this.
"Are you lost?"
The crowds of the Snow Moon Ancestral Temple looked so wide and couldn't believe the scene in front of them. Lin Feng used only one blow to obliterate Mu Fan.
"The genius in the Snow Moon Temple, huh, huh, really great, I have seen it."
Lin Feng said a faint voice, letting everyone's pupils shrink for a while, naked humiliation, Lin Feng said this sentence at the moment, the meaning of humiliation is too obvious, it is undoubtedly playing the faces of those Xueyue Shengyuan disciples, too, It is also the face of the Snow Moon Ancestral Hall.
Genius is just this kind of strength, Snow Moon Holy Court, where can I go?
The disciples of the Snow Moon Ancestral Hall looked ugly to the extreme, and their eyes seemed to swallow Lin Feng.
"But I was lucky enough to win, but I was so proud and arrogant. I talked about He Wudao." The aristocratic youth stiffened his face and said coldly, letting Lin Feng glance, and then his eyes showed a playful look. .
It is indeed a wonderful thing that a person can shamelessly to such a degree.
"Or, do you try to fight with me?"
Lin Feng's gaze lifted up, looking at the aristocratic youth, spit out a mouthful of mouth, let the other side look stagnation, Mu Fan is not Lin Feng's opponent, his strength is much worse than Mu Fan, how can go to die.
Seeing that the other party did not speak, Lin Feng continued to say: "There is no qualification for even the battle, what are you fart?"
The aristocratic youth’s face was blue and green, and there was a murder in his eyes.
"Speaking up to each other is extremely powerful, the irony of the kung fu is also in full swing, but the real fight, can not stand a blow, but also full of words, really shameless, is it true that the people of the Snow Moon Holy House, each time making a stand, Just relying on some hidden means of seeing people?"
Lin Feng did not pay attention to the other's eyes. He said: "Yes, your Snow Moon Temple is now in need of momentum. It makes people feel that you are the most powerful. Of course, the facts are what everyone sees today. I don't say much anything."
Lin Biao’s eyes are fixed on Lin Feng. If this guy is very sharp, a few casual words will make the Snow Moon Holy House stained and be worthless. It is a group of false ones that will only build momentum but have no real strength. only.
It can be said that today, not only the disciples of several of them, but also the Xueyue Holy Court, they are stained and difficult to wash. I really don’t know what hatred this guy and Xueyue Holy Court have. Deliberately want to degrade the Snow Moon Holy Court.
And the soft young man who was a witness, looked at Lin Feng with a deeper look.
"The five spirits of the martial arts are repaired, and it has not been simple." The young man’s heart whispered, and a slight gentle smile appeared in his mouth. He spoke in his mouth and said: "Check!"
The voice fell, and suddenly, behind the youth, a figure flickered away, quietly.
Lin Feng no longer talked, his eyes slowly turned and fell outside the prison, the person holding the Red Flame and the lion said: "Now, can I fight?"
The man looked inadvertently at the aristocratic youth above the stands, his eyes were at a loss, and he did not immediately answer Lin Feng’s words.
This scene was clearly captured by Lin Feng, and Lin Feng was sneer in his heart. It seems that he guessed that it was true. The noble youth, the status seems to be very high, and those in the prison are listening to his orders.
"Since everyone else has won, what are you looking at?"
The soft youth of the testimony said indifferently, letting the aristocratic disciples of the Snow Moon Holy House gaze, and nodded slightly.
"Well, if you pay twenty Chinese yuan stones, you can do the prison."
The person in charge of the prisoner pulled the Red Flame Magic Lion into the prison, and said indifferently, Lin Feng was puzzled.
The people in the prison field listened to the words of the aristocratic youth, and the aristocratic disciples of the Xueyue Temple seemed to be afraid of the witness. Then, the gentle youth who witnessed, who would have such great energy, every sentence The seemingly dull voice made the aristocratic disciples of the Snow Moon Shrine dare not resist and obey.
Didn't think so much, Lin Feng looked at the red flame lion in front of his eyes, his eyes showed a hint of meaningful smile, five-level spirit monster, and in the future can grow into a mysterious beast, even a terrible horror.
Powerful, speedy, able to breathe the flames, the wings can even make it swim.
The aristocratic youth was really willing, and he was prepared to give this red flame lion to Mufan. However, if Mu Fan accepts it, it is estimated that he will be the young person in the future.
After taking out twenty pieces of Zhongyuan Yuanshi, Lin Feng threw it to the other party. Immediately, the person in charge of the prisoner let go of the Red Flame Magic Lion. Looking at Lin Feng’s eyes with a touch of complex color, it seems a bit embarrassing.
"Roar!"
The Red Flame Magic Lion snorted at Lin Feng. Immediately, its body suddenly trembled and rushed toward Lin Feng. The huge mouth opened, and a fierce flame spit out fiercely, reflecting the space in front of him. Red, the fire is full of days.
Lin Feng's footsteps shivered slightly, his body was volleyed, and the long sword with his scabbard was held in the palm of his hand by Lin Feng. Then the body suddenly fell, holding the scabbard in both hands, and slamming into the Red Flame Magic Lion!
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