When all the symbols were floating in the air, Bai Zhen gestured strangely with both hands, and with a soft shout, all the symbols disappeared in an instant. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Lan Feng only felt that his eyebrows were hot and he almost fainted, but he was held by the king.

"Senior brother, are you okay?" the king stared at Lan Feng with a confused expression.

Lan Feng slowed down for a while, and the burning sensation between his eyebrows slowly disappeared, he stood up holding the king's hand, his lips were a little pale, and he said in a low voice: "I'm fine!"

His move attracted some disciples who loved to watch the excitement not far away.

"What's going on next?" Bai Zhen scolded impatiently.

Originally, he was in a good mood today, but the attitude of the disciples of the Xuande Sect made him very displeased, especially the head disciple Feng Jiechen, who dared to be so unreasonable to Daoist Buyi, didn't he look down on people? Of the hundreds of disciples in the main square, none of them dared to come out to speak, which made him even more angry.

The disciples who were gathered around Lan Feng heard Bai Zhen's tone, and quickly dispersed and returned to their positions.

"Senior brother, someone just fainted, and now he has woken up. The king replied truthfully.

Bai Zhen glanced at Lan Feng angrily and didn't speak.

Bu Yi's face was gloomy at this time, the light in his eyes flashed, he glared at Feng Juechen, and said unhappily: "In the symbol you just presented, you didn't do anything, right?"

Feng Jiechen sneered and said, "Daoist Buyi's words, are you slandering my Xuande Gate?"

"Let's not talk about slander, why do my sect disciples faint when they receive the spirit rune? Just explain this to me clearly!" Bu Yi squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice.

Feng Jiechen glanced in the direction where Lan Feng was, and said with a disdainful smile: "I don't think most of the disciples are all fine, if you want to blame, you can only blame some disciples of your sect for being too squeamish and can't bear the spiritual power of the Hundred Miles Master Ancestor." ”

Bu Yi swept around with cold eyes, and found that the disciples in the door all looked as usual, he glanced at Lan Feng dissatisfiedly, and said in a low voice: "It's him again, the guy who is dragging his feet!"

Although the voice was very small, many people heard it, and Feng Juechen raised his eyebrows disdainfully and snorted lightly.

He obviously didn't know that the person who had killed his brother in the Hundred Beast Forest back then was among these hundreds of disciples at this time.

If he knew, he wouldn't have looked like this.

Lan Feng's expression had returned to normal at this time, he was very strange why he felt dizzy just now, and after looking around, he found that all the disciples were normal, and his face showed a strange look.

If it weren't for cultivation, it would be the blood Gu in the body that was causing trouble. Lan Feng thought so in his heart, but his eyes once again observed the fat man on the field.

The fat man seemed to be a little tired at this time, and looked around from time to time, and his face was always confused.

"Could it be that this is the fool they mentioned that day?" Lan Feng muttered to himself, his eyes involuntarily paying a few more glances at the fat man's storage bag.

The king looked at Lan Feng in surprise, and his throat moved: "Senior brother, I fainted just now, why are you alive and well now?" Also, what is the matter with the fools you just said in their mouths?"

"Isn't it a little strange to look at the fat man in front of that team?" Lan Feng didn't answer the king's question, touching his chin and saying leisurely.

"Strange?" The king bit his lip, his thoughts were taken away, he looked the fat man up and down, and replied, "I don't see anything strange, just a chubby deacon." ”

"Deacon, what do you mean?" Lan Feng's eyes flickered, and his expression became more and more strange.

The king sighed and said, "As for the deacon, it refers to the person in charge, you see that his clothes are slightly different from others, and he also embroiders the spiritual grass on Xuande Mountain with gold thread, which means that he is the head of this group of disciples!"

Lan Feng nodded lightly, and secretly exclaimed in his heart: "If this person is really the head of these people, then why doesn't the disciple around him have any fear of him?" From the beginning to the end, it was always the young disciple on his left who was talking. If he is not a deacon, then what is his status? Why would Xuandemen send a stupid person to come with him?"

"Something is wrong!" the king beside him suddenly muttered softly.

Lan Feng's head instantly raised and looked at the king.

"Senior brother, look!" the king pointed to the fat man's neck and said, "This man has a lot of scars on his neck, obviously he is often whipped, a deacon, although he is not as high as the elder, but he will not be treated like this?"

Lan Feng squinted in the direction of the king's finger, only to see that there were indeed many scars on the fat man's neck, some of which had scabbed, but there were still some new injuries on it, which was very suitable to describe it as blurred flesh and blood.

This made Lan Feng even more incomprehensible, a deacon, the head of all the disciples, even if he was stupid, but he didn't have any authority, and he was covered in wounds, which made anyone who saw it would be a little weird.

At this moment, Bu Yi on the stage also noticed the fat man, and said in a sympathetic tone: "Over the years, Ah Fei has a lot of injuries!"