Chapter 111 Bet on Your Life, Do You... Dare?

"Jin Shengjun has such a good interest, but you want to learn from each other at this time, I'm afraid your purpose is not pure."

Yin Shengjun also stood up, walked to the battle stage, stood beside Lin Feng, and glanced at Lin Feng intentionally or unintentionally.

"Silver Shengjun, the competition is over. It seems that there is nothing wrong with me proposing a discussion." Jin Shengjun smiled brightly, as if he couldn't see any other meaning from his expression, but anyone who is not a fool knows that he wants to what to do.

"Which one of you will come out and fight with me?" As soon as Jin Shengjun finished speaking, one of the two holy sons behind him, the cold-faced holy son, gave a deep shout, stepped forward, and came to the center of the battle platform, looked around, and finally looked around. It fell on the five holy sons.

Of the five holy sons, Lin Feng was naturally among them. Lin Feng didn't quite know what was going on between the Spiritual Temple and the Godly Temple, so Lin Feng chose to read on.

None of the five holy sons paid any attention to the cold-faced holy son, making the latter look colder and colder. He was already expressionless, but now he was even more stern and gloomy.

"Yo, what's the matter? Your five holy sons have all been selected, isn't there anyone who can fight for God's Domain Temple?"

Jin Shengjun looked at Fan Tiangang and the others with a playful smile on his face, then at Sheng Hui, and finally set his eyes on Lin Feng, and couldn't help laughing jokingly: "The five holy sons of the Holy Land of God? How dare you?" Fight with our cold-faced Son?"

"Huh?" Lin Feng frowned slightly, and looked at Jin Shengjun. He didn't expect the latter to turn his attention to himself so quickly. Today, Jin Shengjun and his party came to visit, obviously for a purpose. Today's selection of the five saints happened to be their trouble. The best time for you, and the best target person to grasp this time is yourself.

As long as the people in the Lingyu Temple humiliate themselves, then they are humiliating the God Realm Temple. How could the Temple choose a failed person to become the Fifth Son? When the time comes, he is bound to be in crisis. Lin Feng knows this well. The truth inside.

"Hmph, don't you even dare to fight to become a Holy Son?" The cold-faced Holy Son snorted, and looked at Lin Feng with a bit of sarcasm on his face.

"Hehe, this is the holy son you selected, doesn't he even have the guts to fight?"

The Iron Masked Son also joined the team that humiliated Lin Feng. The two Holy Sons of the Spiritual Realm Temple humiliated Lin Feng together, causing countless people in the Divine Realm to clenched their fists angrily, and some people looked at Lin Feng , thinking that Lin Feng was too cowardly.

"Lin Feng, you coward, you dare not even say a word after being humiliated, you are not worthy to be our holy son"

A disciple from an unknown force roared furiously, with a provocative tone in his tone, which immediately attracted the attention of many Shenzong disciples who also had the same heart.

"That's right, Lin Feng, you coward, get out of the Holy Son's team, you don't deserve to be a Holy Son"

"Get out, you are a disgrace to the temple"

Countless disciples followed suit, and joined the ranks of denouncing Lin Feng, just like the disciple who shouted out first, with a huge momentum.

Fan Tiangang's eyes were gloomy, and he stared at the man who yelled first. In his impression, there was no such a person, nor did he look like a disciple of Shenzong. Every student of Shenzong, Fan Tiangang had a picture in his impression. Impossible not to remember.

"This disciple should be in ambush in the crowd from the Spiritual Realm Temple, just for this moment," Sect Master Zijian shouted to Fan Tiangang through sound transmission.

Fan Tiangang's face was gloomy, and he was sure of it. This was deliberately arousing the anger of the disciples of Shenzong and putting pressure on Lin Feng. Regardless of whether Lin Feng would fight or not, he would fall into the plan of the Lingyu Temple. If he didn't fight, the disciples of Shenzong were outraged , he, the Fifth Holy Son, must be unable to sit still.

The challenge is exactly what they want. The people in the Spiritual Temple may want to make Lin Feng fight in anger. If they lose, the Spiritual Temple will humiliate Lin Feng, which will frustrate Lin Feng's mind and body, and he will completely withdraw from the Divine Hall. , so that the temple cannot gather a complete system.

The condemnation became louder and louder, and many people's eyes became serious. Naturally, many people could see the conspiracy of the Lingyu Temple and did not shout with them, but they were still quite dissatisfied with Lin Feng.

Lin Feng stood where he was as before, and was not angered by the roars and condemnations of these disciples. Instead, he became calmer. After experiencing so many hardships and life and death, the move of the Spiritual Domain Temple was the most important move for Lin Feng. Pediatrics.

But some people don't think so.

"Shame, Lin Feng, aren't you very powerful, how can you become a coward at this time? Hmph, since you dare not fight, then I will fight"

A shout of anger spread to everyone's ears, and then they saw the fourth holy son Moda stepping out with a stern face, went straight to the opposite platform, waved his hand and pointed at the cold-faced holy son, and roared: "Come and fight!" !!"

"Hmph, I'm waiting for you!" The cold-faced Holy Son roared, stepped forward with one step, and flew straight to Moda. The breath covered the entire sky.

Moda yelled angrily, waved his left hand, held the long spear in his hand, and ran towards the cold-faced Holy Son viciously, attracting applause from many Shenzong disciples, which made Moda even more excited. When the time comes, you must try your best to fight.

Thinking of this, Moda became stronger, and the same cold-faced Holy Son did not hesitate. With a wave of his left hand, a icy ax appeared in his hand. With a light grip of the ax, he felt a heaven-killing aura coming out , to be daunting.

"You should be the Four Holy Sons of God's Domain Temple. I will tell you that sometimes you need to have the strength to increase your popularity. Drink, go to hell!"

The cold-faced holy son gave a deep voice, waved his left hand, and swung the ice ax in his hand. A cold sharp blade slashed out, carrying an extremely cold killing intent, which seemed to be able to freeze people instantly.

The superficial strength of the cold-faced Holy Son is only Xiaocheng Shenghuang, while Moda is already Dacheng Shenghuang. The paper strength of the two is no longer at the same level, but after the battle, they gradually discovered that this understanding is wrong.

The ax of the cold-faced holy son carried a huge force, and instantly shattered the glare of Moda's spear. Moda's face changed drastically, and he stepped back again and again, only to realize that the ax of the cold-faced holy son turned out to be a weapon of the emperor. It was just that it was a bit late, and Moda quickly retreated unwillingly. In fact, he had already lost.

After a face-to-face fight with the cold-faced Son, he was defeated. Of course, the difference in weapons directly caused the result of the battle.

But it was a fact that Moda lost, which made many disciples of Shenzong tense up. Losing, the Four Saints who fought on behalf of the God's Domain Temple lost.

"Haha, I said Tiangang Shengjun, your temple didn't even give Shengzi a good weapon, haha, no wonder you will lose"

"In our Lingyu Temple, every Holy Child distributes a God Emperor's Artifact, your temple is simply stingy"

Jin Shengjun not only humiliated Lin Feng and Moda this time, but also humiliated the temple.

Fan Tiangang's face became more and more gloomy, and he silently clenched his fists. No one expected today's development.

The purpose of the Lingyu Temple is to humiliate the Temple. Today's matter is definitely impossible to reconcile, because the face has been lost, and Fan Tiangang knows that there is no turning back, so this face must be won back, and whoever fights for the face is the most convincing.

All eyes fell on Lin Feng again.

"Master, please act and earn back face for the temple"

Fu Chen knelt in front of Lin Feng with his fists in his hands, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Lin Feng, fight for the honor of my temple!" Huo Wu also clenched her fists angrily, and shouted at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked at his apprentice, then at Huo Wu, and at the expectant eyes of many people, Lin Feng smiled, this is the most ghostly smile ever made by Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's smile also made the cold-faced Son angry.

"Do you dare to fight?" The cold-faced Shengzi roared, pointing at Lin Feng.

The roar of the cold-faced Holy Son seemed to be another sharp sword, piercing the hearts of many people. Everyone looked at Lin Feng expectantly. This time, everyone prayed that Lin Feng would not say anything again.

But this time, no one was disappointed.

"Gamble your life, you... dare?"