"Jin Shengjun is so interested, it's just that you want to learn at this time, I'm afraid it's not a pure purpose."

Silver Saint Monarch also stood up, walked to the battle platform, stood beside Lin Feng, and glanced at Lin Feng intentionally or unintentionally.

"Yin Shengjun, the game is over, I propose to compete, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong" Jin Shengjun smiled brightly, as if he couldn't see anything else in his expression, but as long as he wasn't a fool, he knew what he was going to do.

"Which of you will come out and fight me?" As soon as Jin Shengjun's words fell, the cold-faced Holy Son, one of the two Holy Sons behind him, let out a deep sigh, stepped out, came to the center of the battle platform, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the five Holy Sons.

Of the five holy sons, Lin Feng naturally had Lin Feng among them, and Lin Feng didn't know very well what was going on between the Spirit Domain Temple and the Divine Domain Temple, so Lin Feng still chose to watch it and talk about it.

None of the five holy sons paid attention to the cold-faced holy son, making the latter's face cold and cold, and his face was already expressionless, but now he was even more cold and gloomy.

"Yo, what? Your five holy sons have all been selected, is there no one who can fight for the Divine Domain Temple?"

Jin Shengjun looked at Fan Tiangang and the others with a playful smile on his face, then looked at Shenghui, and finally set his eyes on Lin Feng's body, and couldn't help but laugh playfully: "The Five Holy Sons of the Divine Domain Temple? Dare to fight our cold-faced son? ”

"Huh?" Lin Feng frowned slightly, looking at Jin Shengjun, he didn't expect the latter to turn his attention to himself so quickly, Jin Shengjun and his party came to visit today, obviously there was a purpose, today's selection of the Five Holy Sons happened to be the best time for them to smash the field, and the best target person to grasp this time was himself.

As long as the people of the Spirit Domain Temple humiliate themselves, then they have humiliated the Divine Domain Temple, how can they humiliate the Temple, how can they choose a failed person to become the Five Holy Sons, and then they will inevitably fall into a crisis, Lin Feng knows the truth in this.

"Hmph, to become a holy son, don't you even dare to fight?" The cold-faced Saint Son drank in a deep voice, and looked at Lin Feng with a bit of sarcasm on his face.

"Hehe, this is the Holy Son you selected, don't you even have the courage to fight?"

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

"Lin Feng, you coward, you are humiliated and you don't even dare to speak, you are not worthy of being our holy son."

A disciple who didn't know where the power was roared angrily, and his tone was provocative, which immediately attracted the attention of many disciples of the Divine Sect who also had the same heart.

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

"Get out of here, you're a disgrace to the Temple".

Countless disciples echoed the voice, and like the disciple who was the first to shout, they joined the ranks of denunciating Lin Feng together, and the momentum was huge.

Fan Tiangang's eyes were gloomy, staring at the man who shouted first, there was no such person in his impression, nor did he look like a disciple of the Divine Sect, every disciple of the Divine Sect, Fan Tiangang's impression had a picture in it, it was impossible not to remember it.

"This disciple should be the Spirit Realm Temple ambushed in the crowd, just for this moment." The Purple Sword Sect Master sent a voice to Fan Tiangang and shouted in a deep voice.

Fan Tiangang's face was gloomy, he could also be sure, this was deliberately arousing the anger of the disciples of the Divine Sect and putting pressure on Lin Feng, no matter whether Lin Feng should fight or not, he would fall into the plan of the Spirit Domain Temple, and if he should not fight, the disciples of the Divine Sect were angry, and he, the Fifth Holy Son, would definitely not be able to sit still.

Responding to the battle is to be in the middle of the battle, the people of the Spirit Domain Temple may be to let Lin Feng make a move in anger, so if he is defeated, the Spirit Domain Temple will humiliate Lin Feng even more, thus causing Lin Feng to suffer a frustration in mind and body, and completely withdraw from the God Domain Temple, so that the Temple will not be able to gather a complete system.

The condemnation became louder and louder, and many people were looking solemn, naturally there were many people who could see the conspiracy of the Spirit Domain Temple, and they didn't shout with them, but they were still quite dissatisfied with Lin Feng.

Lin Feng stood in place as always, not angered by the roars and condemnations of these disciples, but calmed down in his heart, having gone through so many tribulations and life and death, the move of the Spirit Domain Temple was pediatric for Lin Feng.

But some people don't think so.

"Shame, Lin Feng, aren't you very powerful, how could you become a coward at this time? Hmph, since you don't dare to fight, then I should fight."

A roar of anger spread through everyone's ears, and then they saw the Four Holy Sons Moda striding out with a cold face, going straight to the platform, shaking his hand and pointing at the cold-faced Holy Son, and roaring angrily: "Come to fight!" ”。

"Hmph, you're the one you're waiting for." The cold-faced Holy Son roared angrily, stepped out, and flew straight towards Moda, his momentum instantly became solemn, and the sky, which was already a little dark, was even darker at this time, and two different breaths covered the entire sky.

Moda shouted angrily, waved his left hand, held the spear in his hand, and fiercely ran towards the cold-faced holy son, attracting the applause of many disciples of the Divine Sect, which made Moda even more excited, this moment is the time to increase his popularity, and he must try his best to fight.

Thinking of this, Mo Da's strength was greater, and the cold-faced saint did not hesitate, with a wave of his left hand, an ice axe appeared in his hand, and when the axe was lightly held, he felt a sky-killing momentum come out, which was terrifying.

"You should be the Four Holy Sons of the Divine Domain Temple, I will tell you, sometimes if you want to increase your popularity, you must also have this strength, drink, go to death."

The cold-faced holy son drank in a deep voice, waved his left hand, and the ice axe in his hand was also swung out, and a cold blade slashed out, with an incomparably cold killing intent, which seemed to be able to freeze people in an instant.

The surface strength of the Cold Face Holy Son is only the Xiaocheng Holy Emperor, and Moda is already the Great Cheng Holy Emperor, and the paper strength of the two is no longer at the same level at all, but after the battle, it is gradually discovered that this understanding is wrong.

The axe of the cold-faced holy son carried a vast power, and instantly shattered the glare of Moda's spear, Moda's face changed greatly, and he retreated again and again, only to find that the axe of the cold-faced holy son turned out to be a god-emperor weapon, but he found that it was a little late, and Moda was unwilling to quickly retreat, in fact, he had already lost.

After a face-to-face fight with the cold-faced Holy Son, he was defeated, and 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 the Divine Sect nervous, and if they lost, the Four Holy Sons who fought on behalf of the Divine Domain Temple lost.

"Haha, I said Tiangang Holy Monarch, your temple didn't even give the Holy Son a good weapon, haha, no wonder you will lose."

"Our Spiritual Realm Sanctuary is a Divine Emperor Weapon distributed by each Holy Son, and your Sanctuary is simply stingy."

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

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

The Spiritual Realm Temple is to humiliate the Temple, and today's matter must be impossible to reconcile, because face has been lost, and Fan Tiangang knows that there is no turning back, so this face must be fought back, and who is fighting for face is the most convincing.

Everyone's eyes fell on Lin Feng again.

"Master, please take action and earn back face for the temple."

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

"Lin Feng, take action, fight for the honor of my temple." Huo Wu also clenched his little fists angrily and shouted at Lin Fengjiao.

Lin Feng looked at his apprentice, then at the fire dance, and at the expectant eyes of many people, Lin Feng smiled, this was the most ghostly time for Lin Feng's smile.

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

"Do you dare to fight?" The cold-faced Holy Son roared angrily and pointed at Lin Feng.

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

And this time, no one was disappointed.

"Gamble, you... Do you dare? ”