C81 He Kept Asking Questions!
C81 He Kept Asking Questions!
Now that Lin Feng was the Grand Elder, he wanted to call him Martial Uncle. Only then did Xuanyuan Mu change his mind.
"Alright, Elder Xuanyuan Mu, sit down." Fan Shengjun laughed and waved his hand at Xuanyuan Mu.
Although Xuanyuan Mu was Di Shu's disciple, Xuanyuan Mu did not side with any of them. He still had a reason to deal with sect matters. Fan Shengjun also felt that the reason why he was so comfortable as the Sect Master was partly because of Xuanyuan Mu's ability to handle matters.
Xuanyuan Mu nodded his head and sat on the chair next to Fan Shengjun. He happened to be facing Lin Feng, and when he saw Lin Feng sitting opposite him, he couldn't help but be startled.
"This..." Xuanyuan Mu wanted to remind Lin Feng, but before he could finish his words, he had already shut his mouth. Lin Feng was the Grand Elder, so he couldn't break the rules.
Fan Shengjun glanced at Xuanyuan Mu with a smile on his face and didn't say anything.
Very quickly, the four Sons of Saint also arrived at the divine mountain. When the other three Sons of Saint saw Lin Feng, they only nodded their heads lightly as a sign of greeting. Only the Fourth Son of Saint had a gloomy expression on his face when he saw Lin Feng, as if his mother had died.
Lin Feng was too lazy to bother with Mo Da. In the past, Mo Da was his Martial Uncle and he did not spoil him. Now that they were at the same level, he would not spoil him.
And in terms of pure strength, Mo Da might not be his match anymore. Lin Feng had this confidence.
"You're actually sitting on the seat of Di Shu, hehe."
Mo Da sat on the chair and looked at Lin Feng's seat. He could not help but sneer and his eyes were filled with sympathy. With so many people, who would dare to sit on Di Shu's chair? Perhaps Lin Feng's actions were a provocation to Di Shu?
When Lin Feng heard Mo Da's words, he was also shocked. His seat was actually Di Shu's? How could it be so accurate?
However, Lin Feng couldn't stand up right now. If he stood up, Mo Da would probably laugh at him to death. Even if Fan Shengjun and Xuanyuan Mu didn't say anything, they would think that he was afraid of Di Shu.
Since you are seated, then sit, Lin Feng thought.
"Yo, everyone is here. I'm late."
Just when the atmosphere was silent, a feminine voice that gave people goose bumps was heard, and then a seductive woman in bright clothes walked into the pavilion.
"Martial Aunt Fairy Han." Fan Shengjun and Xuanyuan Mu both stood up and bowed slightly as they shouted.
Fairy Han casually waved her hand and said in a sharp and gentle voice, "Sit, sit, no need to be so polite."
Xuanyuan Mu and Fan Shengjun smiled awkwardly and sat down. At this moment, the atmosphere in the pavilion was not oppressive. It was just that they did not know what to do.
Fairy Han smiled gently at the four Sons of Saint. The First Holy Son Sheng Hui closed his eyes, the Second Son of Saint Dong Sheng and the Third Son of Saint Yi Yun all had worried expressions on their faces, not knowing what to do. The Fourth Son of Saint had a helpless expression on his face.
Seeing that the four of them were behaving in such a manner, Fairy Han couldn't help but say coldly: "Hmph, you are not attracted by my beauty, ordinary person."
Fairy Han muttered a few words and finally sat in his seat, only a seat away from Lin Feng.
Fairy Han's gaze fell on Lin Feng again, and her eyes immediately lit up.
Lin Feng's face was smiling, but his heart was filled with bitterness. He had been muttering to himself not to look at her, but he still noticed it.
"Lin Feng, you dare to injure my head disciple. You are really bold, but you hit the right person. Yi Qing is too outrageous. Thank you for helping me discipline him."
Fairy Han pointed at Lin Feng with her orchid fingers and said with a smile.
Hearing that, Lin Feng smiled awkwardly and touched his forehead. He didn't know how to talk to Fairy Han, so he decided not to speak.
"Ha, old ghost, you're finally here."
Just as Lin Feng was at a loss as to what to do, Fairy Han's shout attracted everyone's attention. Lin Feng raised his head and saw Da Mo wearing an iron mask as he walked in. His black robe had a wave of Devil Will wrapped around it.
Lin Feng, Xuanyuan Mu and the others stood up together and cupped their fists as they said, "Senior Da Mo."
"No, don't call me senior. You are now my junior brother. Don't mess up the seniority." Da Mo shouted, interrupting Lin Feng's words.
Lin Feng's eyes were startled, and he laughed bitterly. He could only nod his head and sit down.
"Old ghost, why did you only just arrive?" Fairy Han pinched her orchid fingers with a resentful expression.
Lin Feng could not see the expression on Da Mo's face, but he guessed that it would give him goosebumps.
"What do you care when I come? Go over there."
Da Mo shouted coldly, not giving Fairy Han the slightest bit of face. He sat beside Fairy Han, which was between Lin Feng and Fairy Han.
The nine chairs were all filled. At this time, everyone realized that there was no place for Di Shu. The original seat of Di Shu had already been occupied by Lin Feng.
"What should we do?" When Xuanyuan Mu saw this, he whispered to Fan Shengjun and frowned. Fan Shengjun also frowned, not knowing what to do.
"How about ..."
"How dare you, Lin Feng, sit in my seat without permission. Are you courting death?"
Just as Fan Shengjun was about to speak, a monstrous roar came from the entire Divine Mountain. After that, everyone felt a chill coming from the pavilion. Di Shu's figure appeared on the peak of the Divine Mountain, but at this moment, Di Shu's expression was extremely ugly, to the point that it was even a little cold.
Mo Da looked at Lin Feng with a cold smile and pity, as if he, the Fourth Son of Saint, wanted to watch a good show. Lin Feng dared to provoke Di Shu, he was really tired of living.
The roar was so loud that it was heard by all the disciples of the Divine Sect. In a moment, they were all gathered at the foot of the mountain, and although they couldn't see the figures clearly, they could still hear them.
In just a moment, there were no less than ten thousand disciples standing at the foot of the divine mountain, tightly wrapping around the entire divine mountain because of Di Shu's furious roar.
At this moment, Di Shu was staring coldly at Lin Feng who was sitting on the chair. Lin Feng was also looking at Di Shu with an indifferent expression.
"Di Shu, what's wrong?"
The First Holy Son Sheng Hui slightly raised his eyebrows, looked at Di Shu and shouted.
Hearing that, Di Shu looked at Sheng Hui and then coldly shouted, "It's none of your business. Don't interfere."
"Be careful with your tone. Everyone is afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you."
Lin Feng looked at the conversation between the two of them. He originally thought that the First Holy Son Sheng Hui would listen to Di Shu's words and no longer interfere. Who would have thought that what greeted Di Shu was actually Sheng Hui's deep shout? This was something that Lin Feng had never expected.
"Di Shu and Sheng Hui have always been at loggerheads with each other." Da Mo sat beside Lin Feng and spoke for him.
Hearing that, Lin Feng slightly nodded his head and somewhat understood. In that case, wouldn't Sheng Hui's strength not be weaker than Di Shu's?
Sheng Hui's shout caused Di Shu's face to immediately turn gloomy. He glared at Sheng Hui but did not say anything.
"Lin Feng, since you are sitting in my seat, you should take the initiative to come down, right?" Di Shu looked at Lin Feng and shouted with a gloomy tone. His face was filled with coldness and harshness.
Lin Feng raised his eyebrows, raised his head to look at Di Shu, and shouted in a deep voice: "If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have sat in your seat, but there are only nine seats here. If you sat, where would I?"
"I don't care where you sit. Does it have anything to do with me?" Di Shu shouted angrily in a gloomy tone, and his face had already become somewhat sinister.
"It has nothing to do with you? You are the head of the Divine Sect's Grand Elders and I am the Grand Elder. Does my dignity have nothing to do with you? "
"You, Di Shu, have the power to cover the sky with one hand. I, a newly promoted Grand Elder, do not have the strength nor the status to fight with you. I just want my rights, shouldn't I?"
"If that's not the case, then I'll have to trouble Elder Di Shu to tell me, what exactly does your Divine Sect want me to do by making me the Grand Elder?"
"Did you only want to help up a Grand Elder who did not have the same strength as you to satisfy your arrogance?"
Lin Feng's face darkened and his words were filled with anger. He kept asking Di Shu, causing everyone to break out in cold sweat, especially Fan Shengjun and Xuanyuan Mu.
The First Holy Son Sheng Hui also had a face full of shock and praise. It was obvious that he had never thought that Lin Feng, the newly promoted Grand Elder, would dare to question Di Shu like this and not give him any face.
These questions were asked repeatedly, causing Di Shu's face to turn completely gloomy, and he did not know how to answer them.