C77 Talking in the Middle of the Night!
C77 Talking in the Middle of the Night!
"My dignity cannot be challenged." Di Shu's child-like smile disappeared, becoming abnormally sinister and without any sense of holiness.
"Are you worthy of the Strength of Holiness?" Song Zhuang roared with a gloomy gaze.
"You don't need to care about that. At least you don't have the qualification to possess the Strength of Holiness!"
Di Shu laughed sarcastically, then turned his gaze away and no longer looked at Song Zhuang.
Song Zhuang's eyes focused. He was extremely angry, but he could only clench his fists and put this anger in his heart. He turned his gaze to Lin Feng.
"I declare that Lin Feng has officially become the Grand Elder."
Xuanyuan Mu was stunned for a moment before he announced with a smile that Lin Feng had finally become the Grand Elder.
All the disciples knelt on the ground, and the entire audience cheered.
Lin Feng felt as if he was in a dream. In just an instant, he had changed from death to life. He had also changed from a second generation disciple to one of the most powerful people in the Divine Sect.
Di Shu had been his Martial Uncle for a long time, and now he was only his junior brother. If he wanted to kill him, he had to think twice because he was already a Grand Elder like him.
Di Shu's eyes darkened as he glanced at Lin Feng. In his heart, there was some anger and unwillingness. It was obvious that he was completely enraged by Lin Feng's provocation.
Lin Feng was also unaware that his Silence Array had actually caused this super expert to hold a grudge.
Just as Di Shu was about to leave, Xuanyuan Mu respectfully stood in front of him and said with a smile, "Master, please bestow the Grand Elder Identity Badge on Lin Feng?"
"Here you go." Di Shu's childish face was filled with gloom and indifference. With a flick of his left hand, a golden token flew out and landed at Lin Feng's feet.
Humiliation, this was public humiliation.
Lin Feng and Di Shu were both at the level of Grand Elders and there was no longer a question of status. Thus, Di Shu could only humiliate Lin Feng. The latter was weak and could not defeat Di Shu. The latter relied on this advantage and wanted to casually humiliate Lin Feng.
Lin Feng looked at the token that was still under his feet, Xuanyuan Mu's hands that were still in the air, and the different expressions of the other Sons of Saint. Lin Feng's eyes darkened and he raised his left foot. With a pa sound, the token was crushed by Lin Feng.
"From today onwards, I, Lin Feng, will be a Grand Elder without a token. Who can do anything to me?"
Lin Feng bellowed and glanced at Di Shu. After sneering, he stepped forward and slowly left the stage, not giving Di Shu any face.
If you don't give me any face, why should I give you any face? You want to kill me? Fine, come at me.
However, at that time, Di Shu would probably be installed by everyone with the title of relying on his strength to kill the weak. Just because he was in a bad mood, he would kill someone. At that time, how could Di Shu convince the public?
When Lin Feng left the conferment ceremony, he, the main character, had left. Song Zhuang naturally followed behind Lin Feng and left.
The rest of the people had awkward expressions on their faces, not knowing what to do.
"Everyone can leave now." Di Shu shouted, and his childish voice also became sinister, making many people know the magnanimity of this Grand Elder.
It seemed that there was a saying that the higher the position, the more narrow-minded they were, but the more magnanimous they had to act. This was because they wanted the surface of glory and also wanted to be supreme.
The four Sons of Saint left the stage first. They did not have much of a relationship with Di Shu, so there was no need to give him face.
Di Shu raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched the four Sons of Saint leave. He silently clenched his fists. If it wasn't for the First Holy Son Sheng Hui, he really wanted to teach the other three Sons of Saint a lesson.
Di Shu also left, but he remembered one person, Lin Feng!
Initially, when he first arrived, Di Shu had maintained a calm heart, but he gradually realized that Lin Feng was not simple. Di Shu was afraid that one day, Lin Feng would climb over his head, so he wanted to kill the enemy in the cradle. However, he did not expect that he would be humiliated instead.
From now on, I, Lin Feng, will be a Grand Elder without a token. Who can do anything to me?
This kind of domineering words would probably spread throughout the entire God Domain after today.
This authorization ceremony ended in an extremely unhappy manner. Xuanyuan Mu was the most embarrassed. He was the person in charge of the hall, but the one who had embarrassed him was the master, Di Shu, so there was nothing he could do.
At night, the stars were twinkling. Lin Feng carried a few bottles of Tang Youyou's wine by himself and left the Divine Sect. He came to a river and sat on the bridgehead, drinking by himself.
"A thousand cups of wine, a thousand cups of wine, a thousand cups of wine, a thousand cups of wine, a thousand cups of wine, a thousand cups of wine, a thousand cups of wine, a thousand cups of wine, a thousand cups of wine, a thousand cups of wine, a thousand cups of wine, a thousand cups of wine, a thousand cups of wine, a thousand cups of wine... Woo! Woo! It hurts! Oh!
Lin Feng looked up at the starry sky, at the bright moon, and drank the entire bottle of wine.
"So what if it hurts? So what if it hurts? He has traveled the world with his sword alone. He has been famous for a hundred years, but he only wants to reach the peak of martial Tao. He has beauties, and they are hard to find. His heart is like a rock. How can he not be extraordinary at all?"
Before Lin Feng finished his poem, a long laugh came from behind him, followed by another poem that matched perfectly with Lin Feng's poem.
Lin Feng didn't even need to turn around to know that it was Song Zhuang again. The latter was like his own shadow. From the moment he met Song Zhuang in the arena, it seemed that Song Zhuang had never left his side.
"Why are you here too?" Lin Feng threw the wine bottle into the river under his feet and floated away along the eastern flow, turning his body to ask Song Zhuang.
Song Zhuang sat beside Lin Feng with a smile on his face. He also held two jars of wine in his hands and laughed: "I wanted to hold the wine and drink with you, but I didn't expect that you would come here alone. What's wrong?"
Song Zhuang asked with a bright smile. He put a bottle of wine under him and opened it to take a few gulps.
"Do you want to have a sip of my wine? This is good wine." Song Zhuang handed the jar of wine in his hand to Lin Feng. Lin Feng hesitated for a moment before accepting the jar of wine and taking a sip. His eyes immediately focused.
"What kind of wine is this?" Lin Feng only felt that he had drunk a mouthful of wine, and his entire body had calmed down. The worries from before seemed to have been swept away.
This wine was different from the wine that Tang Youyou had brewed. The faint wine, with a single sip, could increase one's Elemental Strength and heal one's injuries, but this wine could dispel worries and calm one's heart.
"This is wine I made myself. It's called Sorrow Break." Song Zhuang looked up at the stars and muttered.
"Sorrow Break? Mm, good wine." Lin Feng muttered to himself for a moment before he laughed lightly.
"I'll give you a taste of my wine." Lin Feng handed over the wine that Youyou had brewed. Song Zhuang took a sip and his face immediately turned red. A burning sensation spread out in Song Zhuang's stomach.
"This is really strong wine. It can actually increase weak Elemental Strength." Song Zhuang was a little surprised that Lin Feng's wine could actually have such an effect.
"This is also wine from my hometown. No, it should be wine from my second hometown."
After Lin Feng finished speaking, he denied it again. His hometown was Earth. Although the wine there did not have any therapeutic effect, it had a strong sense of hometown.
And the wine that Youyou brewed should be the best wine in the Nine Empyreans Continent.
"It seems that you still have a lot of worries in your heart. If it's convenient, you can tell me."
Song Zhuang put down the wine jar and looked at Lin Feng, his tone becoming serious.
Lin Feng glanced at Song Zhuang. The latter's background was mysterious, but he could tell that Song Zhuang was sincere to him, so he should not have any purpose.
"I'm not someone from the Divine Land, do you know?"
Lin Feng drank a mouthful of the wine that Song Zhuang had brewed, and then threw out a very surprising sentence. However, Song Zhuang only nodded his head lightly, without the slightest bit of surprise.
"Aren't you surprised?" Lin Feng looked at Song Zhuang and asked.
"You're from the Nine Empyreans Continent, right?"
Song Zhuang asked with a smile, which surprised Lin Feng, because this was the second person who knew where he came from, but was not surprised. The first person was the sect master of the Sword Sect, Zi Jian.
"It seems you know about the Nine Empyreans Continent."