The disciple swallowed his saliva and suddenly remembered that this name sounded familiar!
Ling Feng, isn't that the fierce man chosen by the Sunset Chosen at the top?
"Ahem!" The disciple looked at Ling Feng, as if he wanted to confirm something, and asked in a deep voice: "You said your name is Ling Feng? Which Ling? Which Feng?"
Ling Feng raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose, "Ling Tian Zhi Ling!"
The disciple's pupils shrank, and his heart was in his throat: Is it really him? That god-like man?
"The breeze of fresh air."
"Tch!" Immediately, the disciple felt relieved, it turned out to be a fake!
In an instant, the disdain in the disciple's eyes was clearly revealed. He glanced at Ling Feng and said calmly: "The quota is full. Come back in three years!"
"full?"
Song Zhiren hurriedly stepped forward and said: "This Immortal Chief, have you ever heard that there is a quota limit for Tianqi Selection before?"
"Hmph, there are too many people in this session. Once it is full, it is full. Get out of here!"
The disciple sat down on his own, glanced aside, and was too lazy to pay attention to Song Zhiren.
In fact, as Song Zhiren said, there is no quota limit for Tianqi selection. This Yunluo Holy Land disciple is just jealous of the fact that Ling Feng is stronger than himself despite his young age.
This hit his sense of superiority as a disciple of Yunluo Holy Land.
"This this……"
Song Zhiren was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He looked at Ling Feng and then at the Yunluo Holy Land disciple. He gritted his teeth, took out a bag of Yuan stones from the space ring, handed it to the window sill, and said with a slight pleading: "
"Master Immortal, do you think there are still some places left?"
"Hmph!"
The disciple picked up the bag and carried it, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, showing an expression that said you were the best, and then looked at Ling Feng, and continued: "There is still one quota, and for the registration fee, you have to
Take out five hundred yuan crystals!"
"What?"
Song Zhiren's eyelids twitched suddenly, "Isn't it 10,000 top-grade Yuan stones? If you convert it, it's only 100 Yuan crystals!"
"Huh, special quota, naturally special fees!"
The disciple gave Song Zhiren a cold look, "Either take the money or get out!"
"This this……"
Song Zhiren took a deep breath. He couldn't get out five hundred yuan crystals even if he killed him.
He originally wanted to show off in front of Ling Feng, but ended up in this mess.
Ling Feng chuckled, "It's either take the money or get out. For a small outer disciple, you are so majestic!"
Ling Feng has had many interactions with the disciples of Yunluo Holy Land. Naturally, the inner disciples and the outer disciples can still be distinguished.
Although the disciples' clothing looks the same, the logo on the left shoulder is slightly different.
When he heard that Ling Feng dared to mock him as an outer disciple, the young man was so angry that he pounded the table and cursed, "You want to cause trouble in Tianyun Mansion? Have you thought clearly about the consequences?"
All of a sudden, more than a dozen guards standing nearby rushed in.
No matter who is right or wrong, if he dares to cause trouble in Tianyun Mansion, he will be arrested and beaten first.
"Who dares to cause trouble?"
The leader, a middle-aged man wearing armor, drew his sword directly and swept the hall with a ferocious gaze.
The warriors who were watching the excitement stepped aside one after another, for fear of being harmed. Song Zhiren didn't want to leave, nor did he stay. In the end, he clenched his fists and stood behind Ling Feng.
Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled. Although Song Zhiren just wanted to please himself, he was still quite generous at the critical moment.
Compared to most people, it's pretty good.
"Haha, it's not making trouble, it's not making trouble."
Song Zhiren said with a smile on his face: "Captain, I am the captain of the seventh team of the Yiyin Hunting Group. This is a new friend of mine. It's just a small misunderstanding, haha..."
"Is that so?"
The armored captain glanced sideways at Ling Feng, then looked at the disciple behind the window sill and said coldly: "Lu Hou'er, what's going on?"
"This kid relies on his ability to despise our Yunluo Holy Land. I asked him to speak more politely, but he actually wants to take action!"
Lu Hou'er's face is really thick-skinned. He can tell lies with his eyes open without even turning red on his face.
"Hahaha!"
Ling Feng couldn't help laughing. He stared at Lu Hou'er with cold eyes and sneered: "You are really right about one thing. I really want to take action!"
Whoosh!
The figure flashed, and the next moment, Ling Feng appeared in front of Lu Hou'er, grabbed his neck with one hand, and pulled Lu Hou'er out of the window sill like a dead dog.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and Lu Hou'er was immediately grabbed by Ling Feng and swung heavily to the ground.
With such a small body, he would immediately see stars in his eyes, his head would bleed, and his whole body would twitch with just such a swing.
All this happened so fast that the people around him didn't even react.
"You are so brave!"
If Lu Hou'er just slandered him just now, Ling Feng has really taken action in Tianyun Mansion.
Those guards have stepped up one after another, and it seems that a fierce battle is inevitable.
Song Zhiren was almost scared to death. What the hell was going on? He just did it when he said it!
You have such a bad temper!
Song Zhiren felt a little regretful now. Now that this was over, he had boarded Ling Feng's pirate ship.
"Everyone stop it!"
At this moment, a rough and violent voice came from outside the hall.
Everyone looked back and saw a burly man with a huge back and a heavy back, striding towards this side.
Next to the big man, there was a man and a woman. The man had a stern look on his face, while the woman seemed very surprised and a little surprised.
"Ao...Aojue Holy Son!"
The guards knelt down to the three of them and said respectfully: "Join the Holy Son and the Holy Lady!"
The so-called saint son and saint girl are probably equivalent to the status of the ten young emperors of Dongling Fairy Pond.
A faint smile appeared on Ling Feng's lips. The three people coming towards him were none other than the three masters of Yunluo Holy Land: Ao Jue, Yue Huaqing, and Wang Qian.
Except for Wang Qian, the other two people have a good relationship with him.
This is also the reason why he dared to take action, because he had already discovered the traces of these three people through infinite vision.
"Hahahaha, Brother Ling, you're fine!"
Ao Jue laughed and walked over, walked directly in front of Ling Feng, and slapped Ling Feng on the shoulder several times with his thick and powerful palm, which made Ling Feng feel a burning pain in his shoulder.
This guy's strength seems to have increased a lot.
It seems that Aojue also gained something from his trip to Sunset Ancient City.
"Junior Brother Ling..."
Yue Huaqing glanced at Ling Feng a little shyly. It had only been more than a month since he returned from Sunset Ancient City, and Ling Feng appeared in Yunluo Holy Land's sphere of influence again.
Could it be that he came to find me on purpose?
Thinking of this, Yue Huaqing even felt that her cheeks were getting a little hot.
If Ling Feng knew what Yue Huaqing was thinking at this moment, he would probably bleed on the spot.
Wang Qian also said hello to Ling Feng, but his expression was a little unnatural. Apparently he still remembered the scene when Ling Feng beat him up in the ring.
Lu Hou'er, who was lying on the ground dying, saw that Ao Jue and the others were very familiar with Ling Feng, and then he realized that he had really hit the wall this time.