"Jin Sheng Jun, you're in such a good mood. But you want to exchange pointers now? You must have some ulterior motives."
Yin Sheng Jun stood up and walked to the battle stage. He stood next to Lin Feng and glanced at him.
"Yin Sheng Jun, the competition is over, I want to exchange pointers now. Is there anything wrong with that?" said Jin Sheng Jun smiling in a resplendent way. It seemed like he didn't mean anything, but anyone who wasn't stupid knew what he wanted to do.
"Which one of you wants to fight against me?" As soon as Jin Shengjun's voice fell, one of the two Holy Sons behind him, the cold-faced Holy Son, let out a deep roar. He took a step forward and arrived at the center of the stage. Looking around, his gaze landed on the five Holy Sons.
Of course, Lin Feng was one of the five Holy Sons. Lin Feng didn't know much about the history between the Holy Temple and the Holy Temple, so he decided to wait and see.
None of the five Holy Sons paid any attention to the cold-faced Holy Son, causing the latter's expression to turn even colder. He was originally expressionless, but now he was even colder and gloomier.
"Oh, what's wrong? Your Five Saints have already been selected. Is there no one who can fight for the God Realm Sacred Temple?
Said Jin Sheng Jun mockingly while looking at Fan Tian Gang and the others. He then looked at Sheng Hui and finally looked at Lin Feng. He couldn't help but laugh mockingly, "The five holy children of the Godly Area Holy Temple? Do you dare fight against our cold-faced saint? "
"Eh?" Lin Feng frowned and looked at Jin Sheng Jun. He hadn't thought that Jin Sheng Jun would look at him so quickly. Jin Sheng Jun's group had come for a reason. Today was the day of the selection of the five holy children, it was the perfect opportunity for them to cause trouble. Their target was Lin Feng.
If the members of the Holy Temple humiliated Lin Feng, they would humiliate the Holy Temple. If they could humiliate the Holy Temple, why would they choose someone who had failed to become one of the five holy sons? Lin Feng knew that he would be in danger.
"Hmph, you're a saint and you don't even dare fight?" said the one with a cold face. He looked at Lin Feng mockingly.
"Haha, is this the Holy Son you've chosen? He doesn't even have the guts to fight?"
Said the iron-faced Saint. Two Saints of the Holy Temple were humiliating Lin Feng. Many people from Godly Domain clenched their fists. Some people even looked at Lin Feng, they thought he was a coward.
"Lin Feng, you're a coward! You're humiliated and you don't even dare say anything! You don't deserve to be our holy son!"
A disciple from an unknown faction roared angrily. His tone carried a hint of provocation, immediately attracting the attention of many other Divine Sect disciples.
"Indeed, Lin Feng, you coward! Piss off! You don't deserve to be a Saint!"
"Get out, you are a disgrace to the Temple!"
Countless disciples agreed with the first disciple and joined in the condemnation of Lin Feng. Their voices were extremely loud and majestic.
Fan Tiangang's gaze was gloomy as he stared at the man who shouted first. In his memory, there was no such person and he didn't look like a Divine Sect disciple. Fan Tiangang had a picture of every Divine Sect disciple in his memory. It was impossible for him to not remember them.
"That disciple must be from the Holy Temple. He hid in the crowd for this moment!" said the Patriarch of the Purple Sword Sect to Fan Tian Gang using telepathy.
Fan Tian Gang pulled a long face. He was sure that they were trying to make the disciples of the Godly Sects furious and pressure Lin Feng. Whether Lin Feng accepted the challenge or not, he would fall into the Holy Temple's trap. If he didn't accept the challenge, the disciples of the Godly Sects would be furious and he would lose his position as one of the five holy children.
If Lin Feng lost, they would humiliate Lin Feng even more. Lin Feng would have to leave the Godly Holy Temple. That way, the Holy Temple wouldn't be able to complete its system. Lin Feng's body and soul would be humiliated, and he would have to leave the Godly Holy Temple.
The voices were getting louder and louder. Many people were astonished. Of course, many people knew that the Ling District Holy Temple was plotting something, so they didn't join them. However, they were still unhappy with Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was standing in the same place as before. He didn't get angry because of those disciples. Instead, he felt even calmer. He had gone through so many trials and tribulations. The Ling District Holy Temple's attack was nothing to Lin Feng.
But some people didn't think that way.
"Lin Feng, aren't you very strong? How come you're a coward now? Hmph, since you don't dare accept the challenge, I'll accept it! "
A furious roar rang out in everyone's ears. After which, they saw the fourth Holy Son, Mo Da, stride forward with a grave and stern face. He rushed towards the opposite platform and pointed at the cold-faced Holy Son as he furiously roared, "Come and fight!"
"Hmph, I've been waiting for you!" The cold-faced Saint Son roared angrily and took a step forward, flying straight at Mo Da. His aura instantly became somber, and the sky that had already darkened grew even darker. Two different auras covered the entire sky.
Mo Da angrily roared. He waved his left hand, and a spear appeared in his hand. He fiercely stabbed it at the cold-faced saint son, causing many Divine Sect disciples to cheer. These cheers made Mo Da even more excited. Right now was the time to increase his popularity, so he had to fight with all his might.
Thinking of this, Mo Da exerted even more strength. At the same time, the grim-faced Holy Son didn't hesitate. He waved his left hand and an Ice Axe appeared in his hand. He lightly gripped the axe and an aura that could kill the heavens spread out, making people feel fear.
"You're one of the four holy sons of the Holy Temple, right? Let me tell you something. If you want to become more popular, you need to be strong. Die!"
Shouted the cold-faced holy son. He waved his left hand and the ice axe also came out. A cold blade slashed out with an incomparably cold killing intent that seemed to be able to freeze people in an instant.
On the surface, the cold-faced holy son was only a Minor Completion Saint Emperor while Mo Da was a Great Completion Saint Emperor. On paper, they weren't on the same level. But after fighting, he gradually found out that this understanding was wrong.
The cold-faced Saint Son's axe contained a vast power and instantly shattered Mo Da's spear. Mo Da's expression changed and he retreated again and again. Only now did he discover that the cold-faced Saint Son's axe was actually a Divine Emperor weapon. However, it was too late. Mo Da was unwilling to give up and quickly retreated. In reality, he had already lost.
He was defeated by the cold-faced holy son in one exchange. Of course, the difference in weapons directly determined the result.
But Mo Da's loss was a fact. Many Divine Sect disciples became nervous. They lost. The four holy sons representing the Holy Temple had lost.
"Haha, I say, Big Dipper Saint Monarch, your Holy Temple didn't even give the holy sons a good weapon. Haha, no wonder you lost!"
"In the Holy Temple, every holy son has a Divine Emperor weapon. You're so stingy!"
This time, Jin Sheng Jun had humiliated Lin Feng, Mo Da, and the Holy Temple!
Fan Tian Gang looked glum. He clenched his fists. Nobody would have thought that things would turn out this way.
The Spirit Region Holy Temple was here to humiliate the Holy Temple. Today's matter could not be reconciled because they had already lost their face. Fan Tiangang knew that there was no turning back. Hence, he had to regain his face.
Everybody was looking at Lin Feng again.
"Master, please take action and regain some face for the Temple!"
Shouted Fu Chen, kneeling down in front of Lin Feng and clenching his fists.
"Lin Feng, attack! Bring glory to the Holy Hall!" shouted Huo Wu furiously. She clenched her fists and shouted at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng looked at his students and then at Huo Wu. Many people were looking at him expectantly. Lin Feng smiled. His smile was the best he had ever smiled.
Lin Feng's smile infuriated the cold faced holy son.
"Do you dare fight?" shouted the cold faced holy son furiously, pointing at Lin Feng.
Shouted the saint furiously. Everybody was looking at Lin Feng. This time, everybody was begging Lin Feng to stop, but he didn't say anything.
This time, no one was disappointed.
"Gambling with your lives? Do you … dare to accept it?"
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