"Noise!"

"The old man is the elder of the temple protector, I still need your guidance to do things?"

was refuted by Mu Futian in person, Su Ming couldn't hang on his face, and immediately waved his hand and said coldly:

"Come on, take it down!"

After an instant, more than a dozen palace guards surrounded Mu Futian.

The aura on each of them is not weak, and it is obvious that their strength is not low.

Compared with the attendants brought by Mu Yukun, there is no comparison at all.

"Whoever dares to move, I will kill whom!"

Duan Feng stood on the stone statue of the Futian Demon God again, his eyes swept over those guards coldly, and said domineeringly.

I have to say that as soon as these words came out, those palace guards suddenly didn't dare to move.

After all, just now they had witnessed the young man in front of them kill a strong cultivator of the Chongmai Realm.

And their highest strength is only the seventh or eighth heaven of the aura realm.

If he is targeted, he will surely die.

Because of the good food and lodging in the temple, he is often revered by the believers.

They are accustomed to glory and wealth, how can they joke with their lives?

"Motherfucker, a bunch of rice buckets! I'm afraid of an egg, let's go together, do you have to let him humiliate the idol all the time? ”

Su Ming scolded angrily.

"Wait!"

Just as the temple guards were about to make a move, a soft shout came from the depths of the temple.

Hearing this, Su Ming's heart panicked, and his face instantly became ugly.

However, he still squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and knelt down and said, "Welcome to the hall master!" ”

When the other palace guards heard this, they also knelt down at the source of the sound, and shouted respectfully:

"Greetings to the hall master! I wish the lord of the hall blessings such as the East China Sea, longevity than Nanshan, boundless mana, and the sky! ”

"Whoosh~"

A sound of breaking wind sounded, and in an instant, a figure appeared in the center of the temple.

This person, with gray hair and a grand costume, looks extremely solemn.

And he is the supreme hall master of the Temple of the Gods, Jiang Canglei.

But.

What made Mu Futian strange was that he couldn't feel any breath from his body.

On the surface, it's just an ordinary old man.

"What's your name?"

Jiang Canglei, the hall master of the temple, looked at Mu Futian and asked with interest.

"Mu Futian."

Mu Futian shrugged his shoulders and immediately replied.

It's not a secret, and he naturally doesn't need to hide it.

"Futian? It seems that you have a good relationship with the Futian Demon God. ”

Hearing the word 'Futian', Jiang Canglei was quite surprised.

He seemed to think or understand something, and then he spoke:

"The Lord of the Temple sincerely invites you to join the Temple and accept you as a personal disciple, I don't know what you think?"

Hearing this, all the palace guards, including Su Ming, showed jealousy.

Once you join the temple, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth.

Moreover, as a personal disciple of the hall master, his status is noble, under one person, above ten thousand.

It will be respected and loved by all believers.

A real carp leaps over the dragon gate!

This kind of status is not comparable to a mere temple elder like Su Ming.

"Hall Master, please think twice, this person is born with no pulse, and he is not qualified to be your personal disciple."

Thinking of the way he treated Mu Futian just now, Su Ming felt a chill behind him, and immediately spoke.

"It doesn't matter."

Hall Master Jiang Canglei waved his hand, disappreciating.

With his means, what kind of problem is it that he is just out of the pulse?

Hearing this, Su Ming's face instantly turned cold.

Once Mu Futian is profitable, then his future life will be difficult to mix.

"I can promise you, but ...... I have one condition. ”

Mu Futian slowly raised his head, looked directly at Jiang Canglei, and said indifferently.

When Su Ming and the others heard this, they almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

The hall master personally accepted you as a personal disciple, and you still dare to talk about the conditions?

"On what terms?"

Jiang Canglei was not angry but happy in his heart, and immediately asked.

Just now, he had already watched Mu Futian's every move, so arrogant, rare.

Moreover, Tianjiao itself is superior to others, and his personality is more prominent.

If Mu Futian is blindly obedient, he may not be very willing.

Jiang Canglei was looking forward to it with surprise.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the surprise turned directly into fright.

Just because of Mu Futian's words:

"I can join the temple, but I have to sit as the hall master!"

As soon as this remark came out.

Everyone around was stunned.

No one would have thought that Mu Futian would say such a thing, and moreover, in front of the temple master.

Jiang Canglei's face was not good-looking.

One house cannot accommodate two masters.

If Mu Futian is allowed to be the master of the temple, then where should he, the master of the temple, be placed?

"Presumptuous!"

Su Ming seemed to have seized the opportunity, and immediately stood up and shouted indignantly.

Mu Futian just glanced at Su Ming and retracted his gaze.

It's like when he didn't exist.

"Since it doesn't work, then I don't have anything more to say, farewell."

Turning his gaze to Jiang Canglei, Mu Futian hugged his fists, then turned around and chose to leave the temple directly.

"Stop, who let you go?"

Being ignored by an unknown junior in front of so many people, where could Su Ming swallow this breath?

Where is the face of the elder of his temple?

However, for his words, Mu Futian still seemed to have not heard it, and his footsteps did not stop, but he strode out.

"Look for death!"

With a low shout, Su Ming wanted to make a move.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a shout of rage rang out.

The person who spoke was Jiang Canglei.

"Temple...... Hall Master, this kid has insulted the temple, and you just let him go? ”

Su Ming asked unwillingly.

"Shut up!"

Jiang Canglei snorted coldly again.

Su Ming didn't dare to refute, so he could only turn all his anger to Mu Futian.

Looking at the latter's back as he drifted away, he gritted his teeth, thinking about how to get back into the field.

"Do you know why I didn't let you do nonsense?"

It wasn't until Mu Futian completely left the temple that Jiang Canglei withdrew his gaze and asked softly.

Hearing this, Su Ming was a little flattered.

This is a world of difference from the attitude just now.

Still, he shook his head in confusion.

"If I'm not mistaken, he's the reincarnation of the Futian Demon God."

Jiang Canglei took a deep breath and said slowly.

"What?"

"The reincarnation of the Futian Demon God?"

Su Ming's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"There's no going wrong."

Jiang Canglei nodded affirmatively and said, "Don't provoke him in the future, otherwise the palace rules will serve." ”

After speaking, Jiang Canglei disappeared in place.

Only Su Ming, whose face was full of disbelief, was left.

"Reincarnation?"

"In this world, is there really a reincarnation?"

"No, I don't believe it!"

Su Ming roared in his heart.