Chapter 171: Brother doesn’t pretend when he is usually (this chapter is free)

"Wait a minute! I'm not doing my job properly, I'm practicing magic, and I'm waiting for me to put on my robe." Lin Feng has been wearing ordinary tight clothes for the time he has been on the road. Now he plans to appear in a high-profile manner, so he's going to be high-profile.

Lin Feng stood up to the ground with the sky-breaking spear, opened the package behind him, took out a white hair robe and slashed it on his body, slowly tied the two belts of his front body.

"It's OK." Lin Feng reached out and grabbed the Sky Split Spear beside him, and waved it behind him. Now Lin is wearing a robe of two-star March, and the Sky Spear betting in his hand is as coquettish as it is.

"Are you a mage?" Xin Biao said in shock. He had seen a mage, never seen such a young mage, nor did he see a mage holding a spear. Lin Feng's current situation has broken Xin Biao and Meng He's previous understanding of mages. There are also many mages in Pojun Sect. The uncle of the master in front of him is also a mage, but he has seen a mage wearing a magic robe and a battle spear? Is this shocking?

Looking at everyone's surprised eyes, Lin Feng's vanity was greatly satisfied. He usually doesn't pretend, but pretends to be jealous.

"Well, I was originally a test for the initial level of the mage, but they insisted that I was a mid-level mage, so I had no choice but to wear this one." Lin Feng looked unsatisfied.

"Okay, now I will give up on a level 5 light magic." Xin Biao bowed and said.

Xin Biao knew that if he was a real middle-level mage, then he would definitely not be his first-level war king! He would not be embarrassed.

Lin Feng was speechless. The white magic robe was cool, but TMD himself did not study light and dark magic. Why didn’t he think of this at the beginning? He touched the back of his head with his left hand and said helplessly: “Can you admit defeat if I send out some magic? I can’t do it?”

"You really don't know?" Xin Biao saw that Lin Feng's robe was real, and it was definitely not a fake one.

"This, I really don't know this." Lin Feng was speechless, paralyzed, and the classic dialogue from his previous life was almost done. I thought I could do it, but I really didn't know. Is there any way.

"The robe is real, but it shouldn't be worn on you." Xin Biao felt angry that he was being played with.

"If you don't believe me, I don't want to tell me to leave, then just do it." Lin Feng knew that everything he said was useless. Anyway, he decided to appear in a high-profile manner today, and Xin Biao would admit defeat and it would be even more difficult for him to do it.

"Please give me advice." Xin Biao pulled out the battle knife that was more than four feet long and three inches wide behind him, and bowed and said.

"Then I'm here." Lin Feng stomped his feet and his body soared into the air. The cracked sky-snatch in his hand chopped down towards Xin Biao's head.

Xin Biao was a little stunned. Why didn't this guy take action without saying polite words to him? Seeing Lin Feng's attack fiercely, he could only block it with a sword.

With a crisp sound of "Ding!", Xin Biao was shocked by Lin Feng's shot, and a gap of more than an inch deep appeared in the sword in his hand.

Lin Feng was not forgiven when he succeeded, and he was paralyzed. If he wanted to attract others in a high-profile manner, he would go to the end. A level five-level Fengxing technique was added to his body, and his body quickly approached Xin Biao. The Sky-Splitting Zhe rushed towards Xin Biao's predecessor like a dragon.

A round of battle was shocked by the onlookers. The disciples recruited by Pojun Sect were bluffed by the fat and short man Meng He along the way. Xin Biao was the first master among the outer disciples before. After practicing to the third level, he joined the inner sect, but he was the first master among the outer disciples, and was forced to retreat in one move.

Chen Tianlin stood up. When Lin Feng started to compete with Meng He, he thought that Lin Feng was the playboy from the secular family.

But when he bowed, Chen Tianlin's impression of Lin Feng changed. No matter what this playboy looks like, at least he is a polite playboy. When Lin Feng took out his magic robe, Chen Tianlin was shocked. Others didn't know, but Chen Tianlin knew that this robe was definitely Lin Feng's own, because the Magic Guild would not send robes randomly. It was impossible for him to borrow? He wanted? A magician would not lend the foam of his identity symbol to others, because it was an insult to magic.

Stealing? That's even more impossible. A mage with two stars in March would lose his robe? That's a joke. When Lin Feng said he couldn't know how to use the magic of light, Chen Tianlin was just a little suspicious and couldn't figure it out. He simply didn't take it seriously, but Lin Feng just issued the authentic level 5 magic Fengxing technique.

After Lin Feng increased the speed, Xin Biao was suppressed and beaten by Lin Feng. He couldn't even attack Lin Feng because Lin Feng's speed was too fast."

"Ding! Ding!" The sound of weapons attacks kept ringing, iron filings flew everywhere, and the sword in Xin Biao's hand was chopped randomly by Lin Feng's rage, making it into a big saw.

"The little thief cultivator is going to be rampant." Meng He was far away from seeing his senior brother suffer a loss, and he rushed towards the battle between the two with his own sword.

"Grass, fat man, you are so shameless, but... I'll give you something delicious." After saying that, Lin Feng held a gun in his right hand and attacked Xin Biao. With his left hand under the air, he used a level five swamp technique in front of Meng He. Then, the wind blade and fireball were all used to attack the fat man who was attacking him.

Chen Tianlin's eyes lit up, and he could find it without any effort without any effort. What was the purpose of going down the mountain this time? Isn't it just to find a qualified disciple. Where can I find the right one if it is inappropriate? However, this guy has a bad temper, so how can he cause trouble? However, having the ability to cause trouble is not necessarily a bad habit.

The fat man has good kung fu, with a large tonnage, but he is still very flexible, and he jumps his feet to avoid it.

"A fat man, are you not convinced? I'm going to use my ultimate move?" Lin Feng yelled infinitely arrogantly while chopping Xin Biao.

"Meng He, retreat quickly!" Xin Biao yelled anxiously. Xin Biao knew that the two were not Lin Feng's opponents, and he still had no strength to fight back. This was the case where Lin Feng did not use his combat skills.

"Senior brother, I have to chop this bastard today." Fatty Meng He jumped his feet to avoid it, and he still rushed forward.

"It's paralyzed, it's not over yet, right? Playing shamelessly, watching my group of thunders falling from the sky." Lin Feng waved his hand and fell from the sky, and fell from the sky between himself and the short fat man. He looked back and attacked Xin Biao with a storm, repelling Xin Biao.

He glanced at the short fat man, took off his spear, walked out with his back, walked carelessly, walked to the side of the short fat man, patted his shoulder and said, "Brother, don't pretend too much in the future, pretending to be easily struck by lightning. I will let you go once today, but remember that I will take a detour when I see the old man next time. "The short fat man was really scared by Lin Feng. The TMD just now must be a level 6th thunder magic group thunder technique. If it falls on me, I will not become a god?

"Please stay!" Chen Tianlin spoke.

Lin Feng knew that this was the real master and his target of attracting him.

"Senior, what else is there?" Lin Feng turned his head and looked at Chen Tianlin, pretending to be alert.

"I heard that you came out to seek a famous teacher. Can you ask, who did you practice with before?" Chen Tianlin asked his own questions.

"Two academies in our country, but they graduated at the third level. This time, they just came out to see if they could meet the Dharma God, the God of War, etc., but they didn't even see the Dharma Saint." Lin Feng said with his mouth held back.

"So, let me go with me, how about introducing you to me? War Emperor, you can choose whatever you want?" Chen Tianlin threw out the bait.

"The master's uncle is not good, he just insulted us." The short and fat man Meng He was unwilling to do so.

Just as Meng He was talking, Xin Biao knew something bad.

"There is no such thing as nonsense." When he swung his sleeve, a water dragon knocked him to the other side. Chen Tianlin was already very dissatisfied with Meng He.

"There is no God of War, God of Dharma?" Lin Feng asked shamelessly.

If Meng He asked this, Chen Tianlin could pinch him to death. Even Lin Feng, Chen Tianlin, had a ugly face. What's the matter? As a god of war, is the god of magic?

Seeing that Chen Tianlin was a little confused, Lin Feng knew that he would stop at the right time and said: "But the War Emperor and the Dharma Saint are not bad, what is their character? If they are the same as him, then forget it." Lin Feng said and pointed at Meng He.

After many years, no one dared to talk to him like this. The boy in front of him didn't take him seriously at all. However, Chen Tianlin was not unhappy, but he felt very happy. This is a treasure. If another old guy saw it, why don't he still fight with him? He would coax the boy back even if he coaxed him.

"Do you think I'm the same as him?" Chen Tianlin pointed at Meng He angrily and amusedly and said.

"Well, it seems different." Lin Feng nodded and said.

Chen Tianlin had the urge to curse, what does it mean to be different? He and that fat man have become the same level?

"Follow me! I'll find you a satisfied master." Chen Tianlin decided to tie Lin Feng away even if he tied him up.

"You are not going to cheat, right?" Lin Feng said with a tightening neck. He was really happy. His purpose was achieved. His goal was achieved, but he must not let this old guy do it easily. Lin Feng planned to be a little cheaper and behaved. He didn't know that Chen Tianlin had already made up his mind and planned to steal people.

"Do you think I am that person?" Chen Tianlin said with a smile. He didn't know at all. The disciple who followed him was so open that his chin was about to fall off. Is this the rigorous uncle of the master who was all the way?

Xin Biao was also a little stupid. You should know that Chen Tianlin is the law enforcement elder in the sect and one of the giants of the Pojun Sect. Where can I smile for others on weekdays?

"I think about it, think about it." Lin Feng tilted his head and pretended to think about it to see if he could blackmail some benefits.

Chen Tianlin was also thinking, you are numb, if you dare not agree, I will snatch people.
Chapter completed!