Chapter 842: Blood Mist King
und a table, chatting.After some conversation.Lin Feng had a general understanding of the situation in the six cities of Jiangsu Province.Also know the importance of the Jiangnan Province Grand Compet...Just as the crowd was buzzing with discussion,
Lam Fung, Chan Bei Xuan, and the second senior sister also arrived at the inn's door.
All three were very low-key, their aura inconspicuous, like ordinary people mingling in the crowd. But even so, they were immediately recognized!
"Oh my god, the Bloodmist King has arrived!"
Someone in the audience exclaimed immediately.
"Wow!"
The originally crowded crowd parted instantly to make way for a small path.
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Whoosh~"
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All eyes turned to Lin Feng, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
Compared to Chen Beixuan, who was aloof and rarely appeared in public, Lin Feng's demeanor inspired more awe in them.
Because Lin Feng's ruthlessness is evident to the naked eye.
All of Lin Feng's past records show his brutal nature. Once he makes a move, it's either death or serious injury, at most, turning into a blood mist.
The key is,
No matter how cruel or dangerous the circumstances may be,
Lin Feng always manages to turn danger into safety and emerge reborn, sweeping away all enemies. How can such a young supreme being who possesses both fortune and strength not be feared and respected
"Little junior brother, why are they calling you the Blood Mist King"
Second Sister whispered.
"Tsk tsk, Blood Mist King, what a fitting title! My master back then had a similar one, called the Head Splitter. Because he loved to split skulls."
Xiaota's teasing voice also echoed in Lin Feng's mind.
Lin Feng was speechless.
What does all this even mean
He randomly grabbed a middle-aged man on the street and was about to ask him where he heard that title from.
Who would have thought that a middle-aged man would be so scared that he knelt down, terrified:
"Don't photograph me as a blood mist, don't photograph me as a blood mist!"
"Pfft!"
Er Shijie couldn't help but laugh when she saw this.
Lin Feng was speechless. He gently lifted the middle-aged man and said:
"Actually, I'm a pretty easygoing person. As long as you don't mess with me, I won't lay a finger on you!"
"It's obvious, it's obvious! Blood Mist King senior looks like a kind and gentle person..."
The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and forced a smile.
What do you think
Lin Feng scanned his surroundings.
He felt it was necessary to change the impression he had in people's minds, otherwise wherever he went, everyone would stare at him as if he were a ghost. How uncomfortable that would be!
"That makes sense, that makes sense!"
Those around immediately broke into sheepish smiles.
"In fact, we are all members of the human race and should unite. In the future, if the two realms become connected, we should join forces to deal with those divine races..."
Lin Feng sighed.
As soon as these words were spoken,
Everyone around was stunned, their expressions a little dazed.
Since the cataclysm of ancient times, they migrated to the spirit realm, and the term "god race" has become distant from them, so distant that many people born in modern times have never heard of the god race!
"Lin Xiaoyou is right! As members of the human race, we should stand united!"
At that moment,
A loud voice echoed from within the inn.
A middle-aged man in a yellow robe, with an imposing presence though not angry, walked out quickly from the crowd and came before Lin Feng and Chen Beixuan.
Lin Feng looked at the middle-aged man in yellow robes, but did not respond.
This person's skill is not inferior to the previous Moonlit Sword God, and he is accompanied by Wei Zixu who shows him utmost respect. He must be a powerful figure from the Array Sect, and his status should be higher than that of Wei Zixu's master.
"Greetings, Senior Bei Xuan!"
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe then turned his gaze to Chen Beixuan and said with a clasped fist.
Chen Bei Xuan nodded slightly, as if greeting him.
"This is my sect's deputy headmaster, Lu Ning."
Wei Zixu spoke up to introduce himself.
As soon as these words were spoken,
All present stirred slightly.
This banquet is truly extraordinary, even the deputy sect master of Zhenzong has come personally!
As far as he knew,
Lu Ning was a rare master of formations in the world. He created his own "field mastery," and with a single thought, he could use heaven and earth as the foundation to set up an unparalleled grand formation, his strength immeasurable.
"It's Senior Lu!"
Lin Feng clasped his fists and said.
"Senior I don't think so. Lin, your skills now are no weaker than mine. You should be considered my peer. If you don't mind, just call me Lu Ge!"
Lu Ning responded with a smile.
From the moment he appeared, he kept sizing up Lin Feng. As a result, he discovered that Lin Feng's true strength was unfathomable, but it was somewhat different from what he had heard in rumors.
It is rumored that Lam Fung thinks highly of himself, looks down on others, is cold-blooded and ruthless. But now it seems he is rather mild-mannered, not like a devil at all.
Everyone's waiting! Let's just go in and say it...
Lu Ning slightly waved his hand, taking a step back proactively, and followed Lin Feng and the others towards the inn.
A few people walked into the inn's lobby,
The hall, which was still a little noisy, suddenly fell silent.
There were dozens of people present, each a tribulation expert. Among them were even top-tier supremes like those at the peak of tribulation. At this moment, all eyes were on Lin Feng and Chen Beixuan.
"Here you go!"
Chen Beixuan transmitted a sentence to Lin Feng,
Ignoring the gazes of everyone, he found a place to sit by himself. The second senior sister had never seen such an imposing manner before, and she was quite nervous. She followed Chen Beixuan closely and sat beside him.
But under Lu Ning's leadership,
Lin Feng went straight to a table at the front of the hall and sat down.
Only five people sat at this table.
An old man dressed in black robes, with white hair reaching his shoulders, a withered face, and an aura of decay all over his body.
Zhang Xi, who had previously escaped, was sitting beside the elder, his posture straight.
A venerable old monk with a solemn and austere countenance, clad in saffron robes, spoke rarely.
The ancient monk who had been seen before sat beside the old monk, with a serene and cold expression...
And there was also the famed Moonlit Sword God!little junior brother not interested in women He doesn't even look at beauties like Yao Guang Shengnu...Thinking and thinkingSecond Sister only felt a wave of drowsiness coming over her, her eyes slow...