Peerless Martial God 2

Lin Feng returned to the Da Mo Hall, but he had always had a question in his heart. What was the name of that person called Luo Chen? Who was he? Why did Tian Qiong say that he was the one who stole the token before he died?    

    

Also, why did Luo Chen whisper a few words into the Fourth Son of Saint's ear and make Mo Da completely place the blame on Tian Qiong? What kind of secret was this?    

    

"If there was a discrepancy, it's very likely that Tianqiong wasn't the one who stole it, but he was the one who tried to frame me for stealing it, and he died without complaint."    

    

"I better increase my strength as soon as possible and welcome the upcoming Selection Competition of the Fifth Son of Saint."    

    

Lin Feng muttered. He did not want to think about these things that had nothing to do with him. He sat cross-legged on the bed and took out the remaining five thousand Divine Stones to absorb their energy.    

    

The colorful Divine Stones shone with a brilliant light, and then all of the Divine Stones turned grey and finally turned into powder.    

    

"There aren't many Divine Stones left. It seems that I have to go to the Exchange Hall first."    

    

After Lin Feng absorbed all the Divine Stones, the Elemental Strength in his body had indeed filled up quite a bit, but it was far from reaching the state of saturation, so he was unable to break through to the next stage.    

    

Within the Divine Sect, there were still too many Half-Step Holy Emperors. Although Lin Feng's combat strength was stronger, he was not a Holy Emperor with Initial Success, so he did not have the ability to look down on everyone.    

    

The reason why those Sons of Saint were so arrogant and arrogant was because they were Holy Emperors with Initial Success. They were pure punishers and were of a higher level than Rulers.    

    

Lin Feng stood up and walked out of the door, ready to head to the exchange hall.    

    

"Lin Feng, where are you going?"    

    

Just then, Song Zhuang flew in from outside the hall and landed not far in front of Lin Feng. Song Zhuang looked at Lin Feng with a smile on his face, walked in front of Lin Feng and asked.    

    

"I want to go to the Exchange Hall and win some Divine Stones." Lin Feng said truthfully.    

    

Hearing that, Song Zhuang nodded his head, and could not help but smile faintly: "The speed of going to the Exchange Hall to exchange for Divine Stones is still too slow. Do you have the courage to go on a mission with me?"    

    

"What mission?" Lin Feng looked at Song Zhuang's smiling face and could not help but ask curiously. Lin Feng also liked doing missions, so he could obtain more benefits.    

    

"What mission hasn't been decided yet? Come with me to the sect master's place to accept the mission." As Song Zhuang spoke, he pulled Lin Feng's arm and rushed towards the Sect Master's pavilion. He did not ask if Lin Feng agreed, of course Lin Feng agreed.    

    

Lin Feng followed Song Zhuang to the Sect Master's pavilion. Lin Feng had not entered the Sect Master's pavilion since he entered the Divine Sect, nor had he seen the Sect Master of the Divine Sect. He was the most powerful person on the surface.    

    

Outside the Sect Master's pavilion, there were a few disciples guarding the door. When they saw Lin Feng and Song Zhuang walking over, they used their swords to block their path.    

    

"You are not allowed to barge into the Sect Master's place." The two disciples shouted in a deep voice, their faces filled with seriousness and even a bit of arrogance.    

    

"He is the head disciple of Da Mo, Lin Feng. According to seniority, he is your Martial Uncle and the sect master's junior brother. It is only natural for him to enter senior brother's residence, right?"    

    

Song Zhuang was not angry, but asked the two disciples who were guarding the door with a smile.    

    

Hearing this, the two disciples were shocked. They looked at Lin Feng and asked in disbelief: "Are you really Martial Uncle Lin Feng?"    

    

"Yes, I am Lin Feng." Lin Feng nodded and looked at the disciple indifferently.    

    

"Wu Lin greets Martial Uncle. Martial Uncle, please come in."    

    

Before Lin Feng finished speaking, a one-armed man walked out of the Sect Master's pavilion. The man walked in front of Lin Feng with a smile on his face and respectfully called out to him.    

    

Lin Feng knew this person. His name was Wu Lin, and because he was disrespectful to him, one of his arms was cut off. At the same time, Wu Lin was also Qilin's subordinate.    

    

Therefore, to be honest, this Wu Lin was his enemy.    

    

"Okay, let's go in." Lin Feng nodded and said to Song Zhuang. Song Zhuang walked in front while Lin Feng walked at the back. The two of them entered the depths of the pavilion.    

    

Wu Lin watched as Lin Feng walked into the pavilion, and his eyes became even gloomier. It was also at this moment that the two disciples who were guarding the door surrounded him. One of the disciples asked with a puzzled expression: "Is he really Lin Feng?"    

    

"Yes, he is Lin Feng, the head disciple of Da Mo." Wu Lin said playfully, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.    

    

Lin Feng and Song Zhuang did not know what Wu Lin was talking about. At this moment, the two of them had already arrived at the reception hall. It was a dazzling hall, surrounded by a few rosewood chairs and a two-meter-tall plant that was abnormally lush. It faintly emitted a refreshing and refined smell, causing Lin Feng and Song Zhuang's mood to immediately improve.    

    

"Brother Lin Feng, it's the first time you've been here since you came to the Divine Sect!"    

    

Lin Feng and Song Zhuang did not have to wait long before the Sect Master of the Divine Sect walked out.    

    

The Sect Master was a man with a delicate and pretty face, about a few hundred years old. He had the appearance and temperament of a man in his twenties, and although his height was not too outstanding, he was still 1.7 meters tall.    

    

When Lin Feng and Song Zhuang saw the sect master come out, they both bowed slightly to greet him.    

    

"Junior brother Lin Feng, what business do you have with me today?" The Sect Master asked with a smile as he sat in the main seat, while Lin Feng and Song Zhuang naturally sat in the guest seats.    

    

"Senior brother Sect Master, we ..."    

    

"Don't call me Senior Brother Sect Master. Call me Senior Brother Fan Shengjun." Fan Shengjun interrupted Lin Feng with a bright smile.    

    

Lin Feng nodded his head and laughed: "Senior Brother Fan Shengjun, I want to accept a sect mission and go out to train."    

    

"That's a good thing, but why are you here with me? You should go to Elder Xuanyuan Mu's place?"    

    

When Fan Shengjun found out that Lin Feng wanted to accept the mission, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. Those who could accept missions from the sect were all experts from the Divine Sect. The weak did not dare to accept missions.    

    

With this courage, Lin Feng did not let down his title of the head disciple of the Da Mo.    

    

However, the tasks that were given out were usually done by Xuanyuan Mu, an elder of the Divine Sect. The fact that the two of them had come to his place made Fan Shengjun a little puzzled.    

    

Lin Feng was not too sure about the details, so he also set his eyes on Song Zhuang. It was the latter who proposed to go to the sect master's place to receive a mission.    

    

When Song Zhuang saw Lin Feng glance at him, he smiled and said to Fan Shengjun: "Sect Master Fan Shengjun, Lin Feng and I want to accept the mission that the Divine Sect has not been able to complete for a hundred years!"    

    

Pa...    

    

Before Song Zhuang finished speaking, the teacup in Fan Shengjun's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. Fan Shengjun looked at the two of them in shock and shock, and couldn't help but ask: "You two... Are you sure? "    

    

"Of course I'm sure." Song Zhuang nodded his head repeatedly with a smile on his face.    

    

Lin Feng did not know what kind of mission that no one had been able to solve in the past hundred years, but since Song Zhuang had the confidence to solve it, he would give it a try. In any case, he had nothing to do in the Divine Sect.    

    

When Fan Shengjun saw the confirmation on their faces, he took a deep breath and secretly admired Lin Feng's courage. Not to mention Lin Feng, even if the Fourth Son of Saint and the Third Son of Saint joined hands, they might not be able to complete this mission, because it was simply too difficult.    

    

This mission was completed by Da Mo a hundred years ago. After returning to the sect, he was directly promoted to the Grand Devil Sovereign. He was on the same level as the Grand Sect Master, Fairy Han, and the Grand Elder, which showed the difficulty and purity of this mission.    

    

Lin Feng was now the head disciple of the Da Mo. Could it be that he wanted to continue the glory of the latter from a hundred years ago? Fan Shengjun was somewhat looking forward to this.    

    

"Alright, I'll give you guys this mission that can be called the three difficulties in front of the sect. Don't force yourself. If you fail, hurry up and come back!"    

    

As Fan Shengjun spoke, he stood up and walked to the side of the wall. He knocked on the golden wall, and there was a hollow sound. Fan Shengjun reached out with his left hand, and the Second Level Meaning of Space and Time flashed by, and an item that looked like a scroll was taken out by Fan Shengjun.    

    

What shocked Lin Feng was Fan Shengjun's Second Level Meaning of Space Tao. It could be said that his own Tao Meaning of Space was not as pure as Fan Shengjun's, but the depth was much higher than his own. Thus, each had its own merits.    

    

"The first mission of the Divine Sect is to steal corpses from the Corpse Devil Ridge!"