Lu Li and Chen Zhan walked towards the group of people from Sword Mountain. They looked at Meng Ke and smiled indifferently. Then, they glanced at Lin Feng. Seeing that Lin Feng was only a Holy Spirit Emperor of the third layer, Lu Li looked at him with disdain.
Chen Zhan didn't show it, but he was also disappointed. He stretched out his hand and smiled, "You're Lin Feng, right?"
"Indeed, I'm Lin Feng. I've heard so much about you, Chen Zhan and Lu Li. Today, I finally get to meet you."
When Lin Feng saw Chen Zhan stretch out his hand, he also stretched out his hand. After all, Chen Zhan was greeting him, Lin Feng couldn't refuse. Besides, Lin Feng had to give face to the Patriarch of the Purple Sword Sect. If it had been anyone else, Lin Feng would have already left.
However, Lin Feng was wrong. Chen Zhan didn't really want to greet him. Lin Feng stretched out his hand and realized that Chen Zhan wanted to test his strength.
Chen Zhan put more strength into his hand. Pure Qi revolved around his hand and a terrifying strength flowed into Lin Feng's left hand. He wanted to show Lin Feng his strength.
Everybody noticed this. The Purple Sword Sect's patriarch frowned and looked at Chen Zhan unhappily. He hadn't thought that a core disciple of Sword Mountain would be so reckless.
Lu Li was watching coldly from the side. Others might not know how strong Chen Zhan was, but as his senior brother, how could he not know? In Sword Mountain, Chen Zhan was definitely in the top five. Therefore, it was easy for him to defeat Lin Feng.
This time, if it wasn't for the Xuan Temple's patriarch, they wouldn't have chosen to represent the center of the Godly Continent. They had chosen to represent the weakest region of the Eastern Godly Continent, which was humiliating for them.
Of course, Lu Li couldn't vent his anger on the Xuan Temple. He could only vent his anger on Lin Feng. Through the Xuan Temple, they knew that Lin Feng was a new disciple of the Eastern Godly Continent. However, for Lu Li, Lin Feng was a joke.
Apart from Lu Li, the other people who were worried about Lin Feng were the members of the Godly Area Holy Temple. They had come with Lin Feng. If Lin Feng lost, they would lose face, but if Lin Feng won, they would also be proud.
Everybody was looking at Lin Feng nervously. They hoped that Chen Zhan wouldn't bully Lin Feng too much. After all, Chen Zhan was a Holy Spirit Emperor at the top of the fourth Holy Spirit Layer. He was stronger than King Bai.
Lin Feng could feel the pain coming from Chen Zhan's hand. Lin Feng smiled and looked at Chen Zhan while smiling. When Chen Zhan saw that Lin Feng was smiling in such a strange way, he was surprised but then he understood why Lin Feng was smiling.
Lin Feng's left hand was releasing a terrifying strength. Finally, Lin Feng had summoned the strength of the Suan Tree. Six different strengths combined together, who could compete with the Suan Tree strength?
Therefore, after Lin Feng used Lin Feng's strength, Chen Zhan's face turned deathly pale. He had the feeling his arm was going to break. No matter how much strength he used, he couldn't break free from Lin Feng's hand. Initially, he wanted to show Lin Feng his strength, but now he realized that Lin Feng wasn't a pushover. He was the strongest cultivator in the Eastern Godly Continent, how could he be so weak?
When Lin Feng saw that Chen Zhan's face was deathly pale and his right hand was shaking, he couldn't help but smile indifferently. However, because Lin Feng was standing in a special position, many people couldn't see Chen Zhan's facial expression clearly, otherwise, they would have been shocked speechless.
"Let … let go, Brother Lin Feng!"
Finally, Chen Zhan couldn't bear the pain anymore. He looked at Lin Feng helplessly. This time, Chen Zhan didn't look arrogant at all. He only looked at Lin Feng with admiration.
"Alright, brother Chen Zhan." Lin Feng didn't want to make things difficult for Chen Zhan. After all, it was Uncle Zi Jian's sect. In the future, they would have to see each other all the time.
Lin Feng let go of Chen Zhan's hand. Chen Zhan took a deep breath and cupped his hands in front of Lin Feng. Then, he calmed down and walked back to Lu Li.
Lu Li looked at his fellow disciple in a strange way. Chen Zhan's face was deathly pale. Lu Li didn't know that it was Lin Feng who had made Chen Zhan so pale.
Lin Feng turned around and looked solemn. He slowly walked to Zi Jian's side. Many people took a deep breath. Nothing had happened. It seemed like both of them had a tacit understanding with each other. They just went back to their own groups.
The patriarch of the Purple Sword Sect didn't know what had happened between Lin Feng and Chen Zhan. He just patted Lin Feng's shoulder and smiled, "Lin Feng, don't be discouraged. Chen Zhan is a core disciple of Sword Mountain. Sooner or later, you'll surpass him."
"Indeed, Lin Feng, Chen Zhan is a core disciple of Sword Mountain. He has many resources. You can only reach this level because of your own hard work. Don't be disappointed."
When Song Zhuang heard Zi Jian comforting Lin Feng, he couldn't help but comfort his good friend. He didn't want Lin Feng to lose confidence because of such a small competition.
But when Chen Zhan heard those two people comforting Lin Feng, he felt like they were mocking him. But Chen Zhan didn't say that Lin Feng had won.
Lin Feng smiled wryly. He hadn't thought that those two people would think that he had lost. But that was normal. After all, Lin Feng had only broken through to the third Holy Spirit Emperor, while Chen Zhan had almost broken through to the fifth Holy Spirit Emperor.
But Lin Feng knew that if they had competed purely in terms of strength, Chen Zhan would have lost in a flash.
But Lin Feng didn't want to say that. Sometimes, he didn't need to show his strength. Hiding was also a way. Even if he felt wronged, he couldn't explain himself.
When Lin Feng heard those two people comforting him, he nodded and smiled.
Yan Di was silently watching the battle between Lin Feng and Chen Zhan. Therefore, when Zi Jian and Song Zhuang tried to comfort Lin Feng, Yan Di really wanted to slap them, but he restrained himself. Lin Feng wasn't telling the truth, he obviously had his reasons.
"Alright, Lin Feng, it's getting late. We should hurry to the Xuan Palace."
After a short time, the Bull Demon King reminded Lin Feng in a serious tone.
Lin Feng nodded and waved at everybody, "Let's go. We'll go to the Xuan Palace tonight."
"Alright." Everyone replied and prepared to leave.
However, Lin Feng and the others hadn't even taken a step when Lu Li appeared in front of them. He smiled mockingly and said, "Are you here to participate in the tournament?"
"Indeed. Lu Li, what do you want?"
Zi Jian didn't think that Lu Li would still want to cause trouble. His face couldn't help but turn gloomy.
Hearing that, Lu Li glanced at Zi Jian in disdain. Afterwards, he called out coldly, "Who are you? Don't you know I'm Lu Li from Sword Mountain? Why are you talking to me like that? Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you? "
Hearing Lu Li mock Zi Jian, Lin Feng's impression of Lu Li worsened. Lu Li was probably no different from King Bai. He was probably also arrogant and despotic in Sword Mountain.
"Brother Lu Li, he's the second elder of Sword Mountain, the disciple of Old Man Jian."
When Meng Ke heard Lu Li talk to Zi Jian like that, he couldn't help but take a step forward and give Zi Jian's Elder Token to Lu Li. At the same time, he introduced Zi Jian to Lu Li.
Hearing this, Lu Li was slightly surprised. Then, he carefully looked at the token. He was sure that Zi Jian was the disciple of Old Man Jian. In other words, he was the second elder of Sword Mountain. But so what?
He was the core disciple of Sword Mountain's Deputy Mountain Lord. His status was no weaker than this elder. Therefore, when he received Zi Jian's token, he showed no other expression other than surprise.
Lu Li threw the token in Zi Jian's direction. Zi Jian's face was filled with anger, but he still caught the token. Then, he heard Lu Li say mockingly, "I was wondering who it was. So it's Elder Purple Jian who thought he had succeeded and left Sword Mountain to come to the east of God Continent to earn his own living. Haha, I've been disrespectful."
Lu Li still had a mocking expression on his face. He didn't care about Zi Jian at all.
Seeing this, Chen Zhan couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't help but shout, "Brother, Elder Purple Jian is an elder. Watch your tone!"
"This …" This time, it was the Purple Sword Sect Leader's turn to be surprised. Chen Zhan was Lu Li's junior brother, but his tone was also so sharp. It could be seen that Chen Zhan's background was not any weaker than Lu Li's.
After hearing Chen Zhan's words, Lu Li's expression changed. He didn't look at Zi Jian anymore. Instead, he looked at Lin Feng. The coldness on his face became even denser.
"Brat, get out of here. You don't have to participate in the competition. This isn't a place where you have the qualifications to come. You're not worthy!" Lu Li said indifferently. He didn't even blink. He didn't even look at Lin Feng. His eyes were filled with mockery and disdain.
Hua …
Lu Li's words were like a bomb. The people around Lin Feng all looked at Lu Li in shock.
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