Lin Feng turned his head and saw a fat man standing not far away.
The man was wearing a gorgeous robe and was overweight, weighing probably four or five hundred pounds. His eyes were squeezed invisible by the fat on his face, and he looked like a walking pig!
besides,
This man's body was like a furnace, and he contained endless power. He was actually a cultivator in the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm.
After a brief look,
Lin Feng withdrew his gaze.
The scene is full of mixed people now, and he doesn't want to cause trouble and attract attention!
After all, getting the Demon Flower is the most important thing!
But I never expected that the fat man would take the initiative to come forward and talk to me in a very familiar way:
"As the saying goes, Da Xia people don't lie to Da Xia people! And during this time of the Heavenly Demon Tower trial, we Da Xia people should be more united and friendly, and act in unison against the enemy!"
"My name is Fatty Wu. May I know your name?"
Lin Feng thought for a moment and replied, "Bai Feiyu!"
This name is exactly the name of the White-Shirted Sword Master, and it fits with the white clothes he is wearing now!
"Bai Feiyu... Beyond the flying universe, the sea and sky are vast! What a great name!"
Fatty Wu nodded approvingly.
"Your name is not bad either! Fatty Wu, you are just as good as your name..."
Lin Feng responded boredly while scanning his surroundings with his spiritual sense.
Although many powerful Japanese warriors such as Ozawa Liya died, this did not have a big impact on the Demon Tower Trial...
From what he has seen so far,
There are no less than three digits of cultivators in the Spiritual Transformation Realm...
There are no less than two dozen cultivators in the Void Refinement Realm.
As for the fusion realm, there are actually two of them in the field!
One of them is none other than the Demon Sea standing on the high platform.
The other one was the man in white standing with Tang Shiya, the Holy Maiden of the Ice Spirit Palace!
"The powerful cultivators of the Void Refinement Realm from the Spirit Realm are not allowed to come here, but the many gods here can send out powerful cultivators of the Void Refinement Realm without any scruples, even those at the Fusion Realm! This is really not fair at all!!"
Lin Feng thought coldly in his heart.
Just then.
A light laugh came from not far away.
"Isn't this someone from the Huangshan Tomb Guarding Clan?"
Wu Dapang was thinking about Lin Feng's origins.
Suddenly hearing these words,
Immediately shifted his gaze,
When he saw the person coming, a trace of deep fear immediately appeared on his fat face.
"Murong Fu!"
Fatty Wu uttered three words.
"Murong?"
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.
The Murong family is one of the most powerful families in ancient times. Its foundation is in no way inferior to the eight ancient clans. It is also the culprit behind Bai Feiyu's unfortunate death!
As for the Huangshan tomb-guarding clan, it is one of the eight ancient clans!
After the ancient catastrophe, four of the eight tribes were wiped out.
The remaining four clans are the completely impoverished Jiang clan of Kunlun, the Zhao clan of Mount Tai, the Wu clan of Huangshan, and the Xuanyuan clan of Penglai Island...
Lin Feng didn't expect that this Fatty Wu was actually a member of the tomb-guarding clan!
Between thoughts,
Murong Fu and Tang Shiya had already walked forward together.
One of them is handsome, with a white shirt as white as snow.
A girl in a pink dress, with bright eyes and white teeth, charming and charming...
Like a golden man and a jade woman,
Attracted the attention of many people around...
"I didn't expect that after all these years, your cultivation hasn't improved at all!"
Murong Fu ignored Lin Feng on the side and looked at Wu Dapang with a smile.
"Of course we can't compare to your Murong family! You're so selfish and opportunistic!"
Fatty Wu replied with a forced smile.
"Flipping with the wind, selfish? Do you think it's appropriate for you to say that in front of me now?"
Murong Fu said expressionlessly.
"Am I wrong? You are originally from Daxia, but you abandoned your tribe and came to the west coast of the United States!"
"Why? Is the moon rounder abroad?"
"Over the years, your Murong family has been cared for by several gods, so I'm sure they've grown well, right?"
Fatty Wu sneered repeatedly.
Murong Fu narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this. He suddenly raised his hand and a ray of spiritual energy emerged from his fingertips and shot towards Fatty Wu.
This is too fast!
Fatty Wu had no way to dodge and was shot in the chest. He felt his heart tremble violently and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"you…."
Fatty Wu looked unhappy.
"This isn't five hundred years ago! Back then, when the East and the West fought, you and I were neck and neck. Now, I'm already in the Fusion Realm, and you're still in the Spiritual Transformation Realm. What can you use to fight me?"
"Don't even mention me, you're no match for the beauty next to me!"
Murong Fu suddenly stopped Tang Shiya's slender waist.
Tang Shiya's body stiffened, but she did not refuse. Instead, she snuggled in Murong Fu's arms very gently!
"Your Murong family was once one of the most powerful clans in Great Xia!"
Fatty Wu's tone was somewhat sad and angry.
"Daxia? Haha... This world is very realistic. Strength is king. Guarding a dilapidated and ancient country is ultimately just a frog in a well!"
"Look at the Japanese, they've done a great job. They were originally a lowly race, but they've tried every possible way to integrate the blood of the gods and give birth to half-human, half-god descendants!"
"Thousands of years have passed, and the Japanese have completely changed their appearance, calling themselves the Yamato God Clan! And what about Daxia? Claiming to be descendants of the dragon, descendants of Yan and Huang, is nothing but ridiculous empty talk!"
Murong Fu sneered repeatedly.
Wu Dapang was filled with grief upon hearing this, not knowing what to say. Finally, he uttered:
"A son does not despise his mother's ugliness, and a dog does not despise his family's poverty..."
"That's just wishful thinking! In a few years, your so-called eight clans will all be wiped out in the long river of time, while our Murong family will ascend to heaven and coexist with the world!"
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