Lianhuazong, the top of the mountain.
The first seat of the Arhat Hall asked: "Sect Master, are you not afraid that the Son will lose?"
This trip to the Sea of Netherworld made Luohantang feel a lot in the first place.
"lose?"
Sect Master looked at the white clouds rolled by Yun Shu, and said leisurely: "Holy Son will never lose."
In his indifferent tone, there was unquestionable affirmation.
"That Qin Feng may not be easy. After the return of the fairy qi, the level of danger of Netherworld Sea is at least double that of the past."
Speaking of Netherworld Sea, the first seat of Luohan Hall still has lingering fears until now.
The golden body of eighteen people, a trip to the Sea of Netherworld, directly fell 12 people.
"So what."
Sect Master Lianhua's expression is still indifferent.
"Under the Ninth-Rank Golden Lotus, even if he has the power to reach the sky, he has to drink hatred on the spot."
"Nine-Rank Golden Lotus?"
The first Arhat Hall looked up in amazement: "Sect Master, you gave the treasure of the Lianhuazong Zhenzong to the Saint Son?"
"Yes... but isn't that a token of the suzerain?"
"After all, Shengzi has not yet taken over the seat of Lianhuazong's suzerain."
The first seat of the Arhat Hall swallowed hard and couldn't believe it, so the lord gave Feng Wuhuang the treasure of Lianhuazong's Zhenzong.
"Not now, but five years from now."
Sect Master Lianhua didn't think it was wrong at all, and even took it for granted.
Sooner or later, the holy son designated by the Lingshan Wonderland Runner King will take over as the lord of the Lotus Sect.
In this case, it is better to hand over the treasure of Zhenzong to Feng Wuhuang early, so as to put an end to the delusions of some people in the sect.
…
Tizo, the coast of the East China Sea.
The golden sunlight pierced the sea of clouds, rising from the endless sea.
March has passed, and today is the day when the much-anticipated Lianhuazong Shengzi will confront Qin Feng.
Long Banfo and Zen Master Huijue came here under the morning sun.
"Qin Feng turned out to be Chi Kiss, it's incredible."
Until now, Long Banfo still remembers how shocked he was when he heard the news.
His expression is complicated, his eyes are like an abyss, and he can't see his emotions.
But Chiki's name is obviously inextricably linked to him.
With the arrival of the Dragon and Half Buddha, the coast of the East China Sea in the Tibetan realm was all quiet for a while.
"Is that the Supreme Elder of the Lingshan School?"
"seems like it."
"It's incredible that the Supreme Elder of the Lingshan Sect also came to watch the battle."
"That just proves the power of the Son."
The monk in the Tizoan realm immediately raised his chest, and you are proud of it.
"Huh, Qin Feng."
Guangzhi hiding in the crowd showed a bitter look.
The Jingmen City Lord sighed with joy: "It is not enough to offend Guangyuan Temple, even the Saint Son of Lianhuazong is offended."
"This Master Qin can really get into trouble. Fortunately, Guangyuan Temple made a decisive decision to draw a clear line with him, otherwise, I don't know how to die now."
With the presence of bigwigs from all parties, the atmosphere became more and more grand.
The battle between Shengzi and Qin Feng shocked half of the Buddhist world, which was a rare occasion in a million years.
Everyone also held their breath, quietly waiting for the arrival of the son of Lianhuazong.
The golden sunlight illuminates the earth, and the gentle awe-inspiring blows across the forest.
Suddenly, at the end of the horizon, a little golden light pierced Lin Hai.
"The son of Lianhuazong has arrived."
Seeing this golden light, countless elders from the Tizo, Vajra and Huiyuan realms began to look excited.
Five years later, it will be the Menglan Bon Festival, and it is just this opportunity to see the strength of the son of Lianhuazong.
Just don't know how much strength that Qin Feng can force the Saint Child.
Moreover, the son of Lianhuazong, this is a mysterious figure.
For the past tens of thousands of years, there has been no position of a holy child in the Diamond Realm, the Tizo Realm, and the Huiyuan Realm.
Since Lianhuazong gave out a saint son, the top sects of the Diamond Realm and the Huiyuan Realm have gradually appeared as the saint son.
Jin Guang looked at the speed not fast, but in the blink of an eye he had come to the shore of the East China Sea.
In the morning sun, Feng Wuhuang was bathed in the golden Buddha light, giving people a sense of sacredness, majesty, and inviolability.
"What a strong pressure."
Numerous ancient tribes and senior Buddhist officials slap their tongues.
"It's no wonder that Lianhuazong did not hesitate to take him to the position of a holy son."
"This kind of majesty, this kind of breath, at least the ancient god's four-fold peak, and it has reached the ancient god's four-fold peak in just a few hundred years.
"Moreover, looking at his breath, it is obvious that he is about to reach the realm of Dzogchen."
"No wonder Sect Master Lianhua elected him as the successor of the next Sect Master."
The hearts of these ancient clansmen were extremely shocked.
But Long Banfo frowned.
"This kind of breath, this feeling, how can there be an unfamiliar sense of familiarity?"
Looking at the son of Lianhuazong, Long Banfo always felt where he had seen it before, and his divine consciousness invaded the sea of consciousness, and Long Banfo quickly searched for the familiarity.
"Well, Feng Wuhuang?"
Finally, Long Banfo found this familiarity in his memory.
"So it was him? How did he appear in the Buddhist world and become the son of Lianhuazong?"
At this moment, Long Banfo also felt extremely shocked.
"The Saint Lianhuazong is here, where is that Taoist disciple?"
"Will you really run away?"
"The slogan was so loud before, it turned out to be a bullshit."
Seeing the arrival of the Saint Lianhuazong, Qin Feng has not yet appeared.
The shore of the East China Sea slowly began to clamor.
"run?"
"You are afraid that you don't know the character of Master Qin."
In the crowd, Wei Hongying straightened her waist and stood upright on the beach like a gun.
Since the Guangyuan Temple, Wei Hongying bid farewell to the Lord of Jingmen City, and independently entered the Tibetan realm.
The golden sunlight rose little by little, and Feng Wuhuang sat cross-legged in the cloud, quietly waiting for Qin Feng's appearance.
After following Qin Feng for so many years, he knows Qin Feng's character.
That is a very proud person who will never back down.
He must be somewhere on the shore of the East China Sea.
"Outrageous..."
The crowd began to slowly get up.
On the shore of the East China Sea, there is an unknown cliff.
Within the formation, Qin Feng still meditated quietly with his eyes closed, without any intention of getting up.
"Monk, do you want to wake up Master Qin."
Yuan Zhen glanced at the sky, and it was almost noon.
Zhao Tiange shook his head: "What's the hurry, the sun hasn't set yet."
"..."
Yuan Zhen almost thought he had auditory hallucinations.
There are so many ancient clan leaders and senior Buddhist officials here in the Tibetan, Vajra, and Huiyuan realms. Don’t you feel a little nervous
Yuan Zhen sometimes really wants to knock on Zhao Tiange's brain to see what is inside.
The sun crossed the center line and fell towards the west.
It wasn't until the red sun fell to the west and the sunset glowed the sky that Qin Feng opened his eyes leisurely.
"Feng Wuhuang?"
Wisdom glanced across the sky, and Qin Feng immediately recognized the identity of the Son.
"So he is not dead yet?"
Qin Feng frowned, very surprised.
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