"Beacon Boss, don't praise me." Lin Feng said with a smile: "I am a broken jar, barefoot is not afraid of wet shoes, there is nothing to worry about, if you are in my position, it is estimated that you are more courageous than me." ”

"Damn, you're laughing at us, you're not barefoot, you're a man of your word." Wang Meng scolded with a smile, and directly poured out the real mystery.

Although he, Tang Fenghuo, and Ao Bahu can inherit the throne, the resources they mobilize are by no means as many as Lin Feng, and although the family business is large, it is not their personal opinion.

And Lin Feng is different, Lin Feng's family business is actually not small, but he is convinced by everyone in the Qinglong Chamber of Commerce, and many things are single-handedly beaten down by Lin Feng, Lin Feng is even more full of words, holding absolute control, no one can refute Lin Feng.

Besides, Lin Feng did have a ruthless attitude in doing things.

"yes." Tang Fenghuo and Ao Bahu also nodded, not denying this.

There were more and more guests coming here, and the giants of the world's major forces came to participate in this grand event, which opened Lin Feng's eyes, and he looked at a special area in the distance, which should be regarded as the area north of this ladder seat, where dozens of figures stood side by side.

Tang Wuxi, Wang Chao's figure was impressively in it, the figure of the leader of the Po Sa God Sect, Tojo Dairi, and Huoyun Burning Immortals were also among them, and the figures of Emperor Long Tai and Bei Shenlong were also inside, and a fat figure with a golden halo on his head walked among everyone.

There were also a few black people, more than a dozen blonde men side by side, these people all exuded a powerful aura without exception, this terrifying aura made Lin Feng's heart palpitate, and his status did not seem to be below Bei Shenlong, Long Taihuang and others.

"More and more people are coming." Tang Fenghuo sighed: "The face of the Flying Immortal Pavilion Lord is too big. ”

"That's the real event." Lin Feng exclaimed, looking at the sidewalk under the seat, there were still people coming here.

"Our masters of hell are here too." Ao Bahu suddenly smiled and looked at the sidewalk under his seat and said, "And the Lord of Yellow Springs!" ”

"Hell, Yellow Springs!" When Lin Feng heard this, he looked at the sidewalk and saw two middle-aged men, but these two middle-aged men moved him slightly.

The first man was blonde and shawl, with a burly figure and a handsome face, and his face was full of charm, like a gentleman, and no one could have imagined that this was the master of hell.

The second man, with an Oriental face, was slender, wearing an ordinary set of white clothes, like a scholar, seeing this person reminded Lin Feng of the scholar who entered Beijing to take the exam in ancient times.

The figures of the two walked along, talking and laughing past this side.

"This is the Lord of the Yellow Springs?" Lin Feng said in surprise slightly.

"Yes, he is the lord of Huangquan, the last lord of Huangquan was the last champion of the Qing Empire, but unfortunately the Qing Empire disappeared that year." Tang Fenghuo said with a smile: "This champion Lang was 23 years old at the time, but because of some things, he entered the Huangquan Cultivation and directly displayed his talent like a ghost god, became enlightened in seven years, and seized the position of the Lord of the Yellow Spring. ”

"So he's over a hundred years old?" Lin Feng exclaimed.

"Yes, I do." The god of death Oba Hu also smiled and said: "It's a pity that I don't know why, he has not been nirvana for a long time, and he remains so young. ”

"The world is so big, there are no wonders." Wang Meng explained: "Eldest Sister Cangyue said that this person has the potential to be reborn in Nirvana, he has not aged all these years, he is actually waiting for reality, and he uses secret techniques to maintain his vitality and blood, so he looks very young." ”

"Nirvana, the more vigorous the blood, the greater the chance." Tang Fenghuo, the god of death Oba Hu nodded when he heard this.

"Peerless Wizard!" Lin Feng had to write a word, in the current society, this lord of Huangquan is also the emperor among the scholars, he won the champion at the age of 23, began to practice martial arts, and became a Taoist in seven years to seize the position of the lord of Huangquan, this talent is too terrifying.

"It can't be described as a peerless wizard." Tang Fenghuo said with a wry smile: "He is also the first calligraphy saint in China in the past hundred years, and his calligraphy has reached an unbelievable realm, and it is rumored that he has chased the ancient calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi." ”

"Over the years, he has been practicing calligraphy alone in the North Pole." The god of death, Oba Hu, told a secret story: "Melt into heaven and earth, forget time." ”

"Counting it up, the major power sect leaders of this generation can be regarded as his juniors." Tang Fenghuo suddenly pointed to the crowd in the distance.

Lin Feng, Wang Meng, Ao Bahu and others looked into the distance, and sure enough, everyone in the distance walked towards the Lord of Huangquan, shouting Brother Huangquan in their mouths, this Lord of Huangquan did not have the slightest shelf, and greeted everyone one by one.

Just as a few people were talking, the flow of people on the Flying Immortal battlefield was divided, and a great avenue was separated in the middle!

A golden palanquin was carried in, and a guide led them in.

The golden sedan chair is very large!

The person carrying the sedan chair is the four powerhouses of the Firmament Realm, each stepping on the floating clouds condensed by the true qi under their feet, and two of them are Zhang Caishen and Zhang Shaoze.

"What a big show!"

Lin Feng was secretly shocked in his heart, what shocked him was not the four Firmament Realm powerhouses who carried the sedan chair, but the guide who walked in front, this guide was wearing a moon-white windbreaker, plump as jade, slender, middle-aged, and a handsome and unusually handsome middle-aged man.

Elegant, mature, like an immortal who comes in the wind.

This person is the pavilion master of the Feixian Pavilion, and even the pavilion master of the Feixian Pavilion can only play the role of a guide, so you can imagine how noble the identity of the person in this golden sedan chair is.

"Nirvana!"

Tang Feng's eyes fell on the sedan chair and said, "Inside should be a Nirvana powerhouse." ”

"Only the strong in Nirvana have such a high position." Lin Feng looked at the golden-colored sedan chair and sighed, the Nirvana powerhouse is the pinnacle powerhouse of a force, and this is where the foundation of a force lies.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to come forward at all, and only the Flying Immortal Pavilion Millennium Ceremony can make them come out.

"I don't know how many there are!" The god of death, Oba Hu, Wang Meng looked at the sedan chair one after another.

At this moment, not only did they look at the golden-colored palanquin, but the great sect leaders, presidents, and family heads of the golden power were also staring at the golden-colored palanquin, as if this was the real purpose of their coming, and they wanted to know how many people were in the golden-colored palanquin, and their eyes all fell on it.

The golden-colored palanquin continued to be carried and flown north.

A huge stone tablet in the north towers into the sky, hundreds of feet high, like an optimus giant pillar, next to the stone tablet stands a statue of a god, it is the statue of the ancestors of the Feixian Pavilion for generations, of course, these people are all people who have made outstanding contributions to the Feixian Pavilion.

One of the statues carrying the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slayer stood in the center, his idol was the largest, and his idol was the most charming, lifelike, as if this powerful man in the world had revived, with the domineering spirit of the world.

In front of the idol is a table of eight immortals in the form of a sentence.

The table of eight immortals is 33 zhang high! It is filled with a variety of delicious dishes, fine wines.

There is a huge incense burner in front of the table of the Eight Immortals! The inside of the incense burner is full of gold sand and diamond particles.

The figure of the Lord of the Flying Immortal Pavilion came to the front of the incense burner, and the four strong men of the sky also came to the front of the incense burner to stop, and the Lord of the Flying Immortal Pavilion came to the golden sedan chair with a serious expression, and directly opened the golden sedan chair.