Feng Ling's questioning came the first response, and the Supreme Dharma King applauded: Well said! I am not a Taoist sect, but what I know is that I only focus on Buddha, and I am a person in our sect, and a high monk. Miss Feng is a clear Taoist wind, and she is a person of a profound realm. How can I allow shameless children to be polite!

The Supreme Dharma King was really an assist from one god. He had already had a grudge against Yi Baihong before. After witnessing Feng Ling's words again, he naturally stood in a clear position. On the one hand, he lamented that Feng Ling was experiencing the realm of Taoism, and on the other hand, he had to pull Yi Baihong out and scold him clearly.

After the Supreme Dharma King was the first to agree, soon the second person who agreed with Feng Ling also stood up, but unexpectedly it was General Lei Zeyan.

General Lei Ze's character has long spread thousands of miles away. Those who he agrees with will definitely not be bad. Only Lei Ze said: Miss Feng has a clear vision. Even if she worships Jue, she is not a Taoist practitioner, but also knows what Tao is. The ultimate is Tao. Only by paying attention to family background is to be attached to appearances. She is a mediocre person. A girl's words are the upper class.

As soon as the words were finished, the Taixuan Sect of Huayang Sect also agreed with Feng Ling's words. After all, the Liuhe Sect is the only one in power, and always regards them as low as possible. Now Feng Ling's saying this has also increased their momentum, right? It turns out that his loyalty is treated equally, and it turns out that their Huayang and Taixuan are not inferior to the Liuhe Sect.

As for Yi Baihong, who was determined to test Feng Ling's identity, in their eyes, he was undoubtedly a ulterior motive.

At the banquet, there were many lively moments, mostly for complimentary words. When Master Qingfeng saw this, although he wanted to protect his shortcomings and help Yi Baihong, he saw that his junior brother beside him, the Taoist Qingyou, who was a man of temperament, nodded and agreed with Feng Ling's words. Then how could he stand up and stand by Yi Baihong to accuse Feng Ling of being an unknown junior without sects and sects, and have no achievements?

Yi Baihong saw Qingfeng silently, and knew in her heart that Qingfeng had always been a wandering person, hesitating. Now the witch has bought people's hearts. If he talks about his delay in the rescue time, he may have doubted him even more. In addition, Qingfeng does not protect him, he may be placed in a place of doom.

Thinking of this, Yi Baihong made a fuss in his heart, gritted his teeth, walked towards Feng Ling, and looked at Feng Ling, bowed and said: The girl's words are exquisite, Bai Hong felt deeply in her heart, so she had a heartless request. I wonder if the girl can agree?

Feng Ling saw Yi Baihong's white cheeks as white as paper, and a smile appeared in her heart. She thought, this person is really stable, and she is at this point, and she is still humble with me. Well, I will continue to play with you.

So Feng Ling also replied with a half-hearted salute and said with a smile: Fellow Daoist Bai Hong, you are polite, what's the matter with fellow Daoist, but it's okay to say it.

As soon as Yi Baihong heard it, a trace of evil flashed in his eyes, but he said humbly: Baihong heard that the scattered cultivators had superb cultivation and had the ability to transmit the spirit. He had never seen it before. Baihong wanted to ask the girl for advice. As he said that, Yi Baihong had not agreed to Feng Ling, and had already put out a three-foot long sword, flashing with silver and silver light.

Yi Baihong's heart was as vicious as the sword of cold light in his hand. He was already malicious at this time and wanted to use the opportunity to fight with Feng Ling. He could hurt him and kill him.

After all, Feng Ling was humiliated by him, and Feng Ling was too clever, so it would be a disaster if she kept it. Three, Bai Hong saw Feng Ling jumped away from the fierce horse but was scratched by the horse's hooves. In this way, it was very easy for people who could not even avoid the horse's hooves to be killed during the competition. Since it was easy, why not do it?

Feng Ling saw him posing for a long edge, but she didn't respond and looked at him lightly. To be honest, Feng Ling did want to teach him a lesson, but she was not so stupid that she thought she could beat Yi Baihong. After all, Yi Baihong's cultivation was no different from Wu Xiaojun. Although Feng Ling had been slaughtering for a few days before, she still couldn't control her magic power well. Feng Ling still knew who was stronger and who was weak.

Seeing this, Wu Xiaojun hurriedly wanted to stop him. He also knew Feng Ling's cultivation level, but when he was blocking him in a hurry, he might lose Feng Ling's face. The more anxious he was, the less he knew how to speak.

At this moment, Wu Xiaojun looked around and thought about countermeasures, but when he saw him, he suddenly saw Di Jun sitting next to the door.

Of course, when Wu Xiaojun saw Di Jun holding the bamboo book and drinking tea leisurely, he immediately gave up thinking. After all, with his elder brother here, what else should he worry about? If someone wants to beat his wife in front of his elder brother, he will ignore it?

In fact, Wu Xiaojun had already understood tonight that Di Jun was not Feng Ling's true husband, but Feng Ling's guardian god. Of course, in Wu Xiaojun's eyes, the relationship between the two was really subtle! However, no matter whether it was husband or guard, the eldest brother would not let him go. If he really let him go, the only possibility is that the eldest brother was sure that A Ling could deal with Yi Baihong.

So Wu Xiaojun hesitated and then stopped, leaned against the wall, picked up a can of wine and started drinking.

The audience again, at this moment, after Yi Baihong spoke out and challenged, not only did no one stop it, but the climax of the banquet was set off. I wonder what everyone was thinking about at this moment. Perhaps there was hope that Feng Ling would beat Yi Baihong and beg for forgiveness, and perhaps there was hope that Feng Ling would lose, but everyone was inexplicably looking forward to it.

Then, there was a sound of Feng Ling responding to the challenge, one louder and louder. Especially after the Supreme Dharma King started to cheer, the people who ate the melons became more and more unable to calm down. They only heard the Supreme Dharma King say: Miss Feng, let the stinky brat Yi Baihong see, how can we let the person who came out of blood in the illusion be underestimated by others!

Hearing the Supreme Dharma King's voice, Feng Ling felt from the heart that the Supreme Dharma King might have a mysterious trust in Feng Ling.

Just as everyone's shouting was getting louder and louder, but Feng Ling could not respond, an extremely clear sound came from Feng Ling's divine sea, as calm as flowing water, as if the fairy sound was heard on the sea of ​​clouds, but the fairy sound was low and lingering, with a hint of joking: Are you afraid?

Feng Ling heard the sound of the sound. This sound only appeared in her mind, but it seemed to separate all the noise and stabilize her thoughts. She was very familiar with this person's voice. Isn't it the husband who was still not raising his head and was still drinking tea and reading books at this time?

Hearing this sound, Feng Ling smiled lightly, like a huge rock falling to the ground, and said: I remember my husband Taoist said, "With me here, do you still need to be afraid?"

Soon, the man responded again, still in his teasing tone, but I don’t know if it was Feng Ling’s back, but he always felt that his tone had a hint of petty and blame, and said: Nonsense, I clearly meant that I was here, you still need to run away?

When Feng Ling heard the last word, a thunder and black clouds suddenly popped up in her heart. Is there any difference between running and fear? My husband is getting more and more picky about his bones!

However, with Di Jun's words, Yi Baihong in front of him was suddenly so small that she could not even compare to an ant. Her husband was so at ease. He had become so at ease with people. Recently, he had become more and more influential to Feng Ling's mind. He had just heard the sound from Di Jun's spiritual sense, but Feng Ling seemed to be unable to see others.

Immediately, Feng Ling raised her hand and sneered. This short roar was used very exquisitely. One word immediately made everyone who could not wait for Feng Ling to respond for a long time. Feng Ling did not respond before, but was just a high-spirited person, not a scheming in her heart, worried that she could not beat her.

Immediately, everyone whispered to each other, put their index fingers on their lips, quieted down, and paid attention to Feng Ling's response.

Soon, Feng Ling smiled and said: Since fellow Taoist Bai Hong wants to try, how can I postpone it?

As she said that, Feng Ling did not take out a move to the demon flag to fight. She suddenly got stuck, thinking that she had practiced too frequently with the demon flag recently, and the more frequent she was, for some reason, the more powerful the demon flag was, and it was unstable at all times. If she took it out at this moment, the demonic energy was soaring, I am afraid that everyone would not admire her today, but beware of her.
Chapter completed!