"Be bold and don't kneel yet!" the ceremonial officer scolded.

Feng Luo was unmoved, and said, "If he really has something to respect me, I will naturally kneel." It's just that you want me to kneel for now, so I'm waiting. ”

"Court etiquette, you must kneel when you see the king!" the ceremonial officer's face changed drastically, no one had ever been so rude in front of him. Whether he can meet the king or not, he is the first level. If the etiquette is not qualified, the date of entering the palace can be postponed indefinitely.

Feng Luo was angry and said, "What if you don't kneel?" He really couldn't figure out that a petty official, just because he was close to the king, could be arrogant and lawless. Could it be that this is beating the dog to see the owner?

"Come on, let him kneel! If you break your leg, let him kneel!" The etiquette officer was in a big mess, and he was no longer generous and solemn before.

The guards quickly rushed out from both sides, separating their arms to the left and right and grabbing Feng Luo. The pulse is three layers, and ordinary guards have also reached such a level, which shows how powerful the hidden protective power in the palace is.

Feng Luo didn't mess up at all, and he used his lightning speed, and stepped back three feet, just to avoid the attack. The arm slammed into it, attacking both men at the same time.

The cultivation of the ceremonial officer is not high, but he still has eyesight. Feng Luo's counterattack moves were unremarkable, and with the officers he had seen who had been knighted barons, most of them had only passed the pulse. Therefore, the corners of his mouth curled, and he felt that Feng Luo was finished.

Feng Luo's arms touched the two bodies, and suddenly bent at a strange angle, from attacking the ribs, to the abdomen. The two guards couldn't react and grabbed the air with both hands.

"Bang!" the two guards were knocked into the air and fell to the ground on their backs. Fortunately, Feng Luo's men were merciful, and they were not seriously injured. Of course, the pain of the cuticle is inevitable. Feng Luo unleashed his eight-armed divine fist, and the attack was very sudden.

The ceremonial officer was stunned, defeating the two guards so neatly and neatly, only those cultivators who were called masters could do it!

Feng Luo turned his head to look at the ceremonial officer, with a cold murderous aura in his eyes. As a veteran Assassin, he was able to lock on to his target with his eyes, and was able to control the retraction of momentum to defeat his enemies.

"You—what do you want to do, if you move me, it won't do you any good!" the ceremonial officer took a few steps back, his voice sharpened. No one had ever been able to make him feel scared like that.

Feng Luo suddenly grinned, as if the glacier had melted, and winter had gone to spring.

"I never do anything that doesn't do good! So, you're safe. Feng Luo smiled and said, "Then, Your Excellency the Etiquette Officer, do you want to continue to teach me court etiquette?"

The ceremonial officer Mu Ran nodded, losing the ability to speak. He has only seen one person who can change his expression in a short period of time to the point of influencing others, his majesty the current king.

"My lord, how many layers of your cultivation has reached the pulse level? It must be above the fifth layer, right?" the etiquette tube quickly adjusted his mood and asked curiously.

"Yes, more than five floors, pulse. Feng Luo said lightly, but he expected the other party's reaction.

"More than five layers, yes, I'll just say, your cultivation is so high, and your veins are five layers...... Wait, what are you talking about?" the ceremonial officer's eyes suddenly widened, staring Feng Luo up and down like a monster.

Feng Luo nodded, indicating that the other party had heard correctly.

The ceremonial officer took a few steps back in a panic and almost fell. According to his understanding, Feng Luo was not yet twenty-two years old and was born in a humble manner. If you don't want to be a clan or a sect, you can provide a lot of support to improve your cultivation.

Even if a person from a prominent background has only reached the level of pulse cultivation before the age of twenty, he can be called a rare genius. People with pulse cultivation are all showing off everywhere in a coaxing manner, such as the grandson of the Cloud Mist Peak Sect Master, who is twenty-three years old this year, and is said to have reached the seventh layer of pulse. The youngest son of the valley lord of Tianlong Valley, he is twenty-one years old this year, and he has a fourth-layer pulse.

The ceremonial officer is well-informed, and of course knows that those so-called young geniuses, in addition to their own talents and intelligence, are also inseparable from the supplement of various medicines. Under the forcible promotion of external forces, it is equivalent to hollowing out the potential, and the future achievements are very limited.

Of course, for these young juniors, the impact is not great. Relying on the fame he broke out when he was young, he met some people of the same kind. If you become the master of the sect in the future, you can say that you are busy with the affairs of the sect and neglect your cultivation.

Of course, if their cultivation in the future is not outstanding, they will definitely be able to achieve the pulse change. It's just that he lost the opportunity to impact the peerless masters of the mainland, and in the eyes of most people, he is still superb, and it is more than enough to serve as the master of the sect.

However, those geniuses, compared to the young people in front of them, have simply become garbage in the cultivation world!

Without the support of the family, relying on his own cultivation to achieve the cultivation of the pulse, what a terrifying existence! The ceremonial officer made up his mind that the future of this son is limitless.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm practicing the Pulse Technique. Feng Luo suddenly shook his head and sighed, pretending to be full of sadness.

"I've never heard of anyone practicing the pulse technique, and those who have reached the pulse expansion don't even have a pulse. The ceremonial officer muttered to himself.

"There's always something for everyone. I was trapped in the mountains for three years, eating raw meat and drinking cold water every day, and I forcibly improved my cultivation. Feng Luo had already thought of a rhetoric, but it was very simple and let the other party imagine it.

When he heard the word "chance", the ceremonial officer knew that the other party would not elaborate. At the moment, he tidied up his appearance and coughed lightly. It is said that the pulse trick will not work in the later stage, but the person in front of him is obviously very high, and he may be stronger in the future.

"Lord Feng, you probably don't know the rules of your country. The ceremonial officer said, "You said earlier about the level of cultivation, and I won't force you to learn to kneel and prostrate." ”

The ceremonial officer patiently explained the rules of the palace, which were completely different from the previous arrogance. Originally, if you are willing to serve the king, you can get the title of baron. Of course, the territory will be the smallest size.

And if you reach the fifth level of cultivation, you can go to the king and ask for the title of a viscount, and the territory can reach fifteen miles. The greatest glory is to see that the king does not need to kneel.

"Bend down, yes, just bend down, like me. The ceremonial officer explained diligently and demonstrated in person.

Bending down slightly, Feng Luo can accept it. When meeting an older person, it is also a basic etiquette to bend over. So, following the example of the other man, he saluted the statue in the center.

"Lord Wind, please pay attention to your hands, hang them down and put them next to you, don't put them behind you. You know, don't be misunderstood. The ceremonial officer carefully explained, for fear of causing Feng Luo's displeasure.

Feng Luo couldn't cry or laugh, but he didn't expect to beat two people, but he won respect. As the head of a country, physical safety is the top priority, and it is normal to be closer. So, he didn't blame and did it very seriously.