Lin Feng is not surprised. This is Li Yuanhao''s style.
Back then, in the land of gods and demons.
For the sake of the safety of the human race, Li Yuanhao rushed into the territory of the demon race without hesitation and fought against the whole soul eating clan with one man''s strength!
Lin Feng asked himself that he could not be so brave and fearless of death.
It is for this reason that he sincerely admires Li Yuanhao.
"In other words, what kind of cultivation is brother Yuanhao now?"
Lin Feng asked curiously, out of respect for Li Yuanhao, he never showed insight to each other.
Li Yuanhao did not hide, thought about it and said, "ordinary gods should not threaten me."
The trough!
Lin Feng was surprised. In other words, only God could threaten him.
Brother Yuanhao, he''s really a bully!
When Lin Feng and his wife came to guard the alliance, they threw themselves in the air.
It seems that the commander of the guard Alliance Army and several deputy commanders have already sensed the crisis, and they even smeared oil on the soles of their feet and slipped away
Standing in front of them was Liao Yijian, who had lost an arm.
"You''re not my match."
Lin Feng spoke faintly.
At the end of the day, Liao Yijian''s injury is not healed. Even in the peak period, he is confident to kill with one sword.
Liao Yijian nodded, "I owe you a life, only to die."
Lin Feng said with a smile, "if I don''t kill you, does that mean your life belongs to me?"
Liao Yijian''s eyes turned cold. "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. I know I''m not an opponent, and I can''t be a slave."
Lin Feng was dumbfounded and said, "do you know that there was an emperor crying and shouting to be my follower before, which I refused."
"I just want to ask you one last question. Do you really want to be my follower?"
Liao Yijian was silent for a moment and then asked, "what do I need to do to become your follower?"
"The direction of the heart, the point of the sword."
Lin Feng spits out eight words.
Liao Yijian knows that once he becomes a follower of the other party, he is a sword in the other party''s hand. He will fight wherever he points!
"I want to know, how can I be valued by you?"
Liao Yijian asked the question he most wanted to know.
Even the emperor does not deserve to be his follower. He is just a celestial realm. There is a big gap between them.
Next, Lin Feng gives an answer that makes him dumbfounded and unable to refuse.
"Righteousness
"The most important thing to come out is to show loyalty and attach importance to friendship."
"You are willing to die in return for your help."
"With this, it''s up to you to take a flying leap!"
Liao Yijian was silent for a long time, and then he knelt down on one knee suddenly, sonorous and powerful way "subordinate Liao Yijian, meet the master!"
There is no oath, no fancy vows.
There is only a cavity of blood, a hero courage!
No rules, no circles.
Being respected as the master makes Lin Feng somewhat uncomfortable, but he doesn''t mean to change his mind.
Help him to get up, Lin Feng said with a smile, "become my follower, dare not say you have a bright future, I eat meat, you can''t do without a bowl of soup."
While speaking, Lin Feng reaches out his hand and presses Liao Yijian''s broken arm slightly.
The next moment, Liao Yijian''s originally empty left sleeve inflated rapidly with the trend visible to the naked eye. In a flash, an intact arm came out of the cuff.
"This is..."
Liao Yijian looks pale in horror!
Such a means is a miracle!
On the other hand, Li Yuanhao, who always keeps silent, is used to it.
In his opinion, brother Lin was born to create miracles.
No matter how bizarre it is, it will not be enough for him.
Lin Feng handed over the golden sword and a simple book, and said with a smile, "as my first follower, you are still a little weak now. This crape myrtle sword has a good quality. You can practice it in your life."
"And this sword of sermon will also be yours. You''ll give orders to go on. The rules of the arena will remain unchanged, but no forced recruitment will be allowed!"
Recalling the scene that he was forced by the old man in the white robe in the arena, Lin Feng''s tone turned cold. "If anyone dares to bully and lure those fighters who participate in the arena, I don''t mind pulling out the guard League!"
"In addition, the gate of guard alliance is wide open, and those scavengers are allowed to enter the city! By the way, among the scavengers, there is a giant family called Tiezhu and an elf family called Mengling. If you find them, you can give them some help at the critical time! "
Ziwei sword is a kind of spiritual cultivation method, which Lin Feng bought from the system treasure house with 100 trillion merit value.
For the enemy, he can be merciless.
But for those around him, Lin Feng is never mean.Liao Yijian''s talent is good, but compared with those talents in the three thousand realms, what he lacks is just enough solid foundation and a top-level cultivation skill!
I believe that with this unique Ziwei sword, Liao Yijian''s strength will soar to the sky.
Liao Yijian was so excited that his eyes were even flushed.
He was born in this treacherous and evil city, and his parents died early. The bitterness is not enough.
The top of the list in the arena seems to be beautiful, but in fact, he put his life together.
Liao Yijian took over the sword formula and the preaching sword. He had only one idea in his heart.
A scholar dies for a bosom friend!
Those who are the best in the three thousand Dao area will die before they succeed. In a twinkling of an eye, they will lose two elite talents.
Magic land, magic marshal.
Thunder and fire, Ziyan.
Genius of their level, though not sheltered by the holy way, is also endowed with Qi and has a very hard life.
However, they are still dead and have no chance to escape back to their respective territories.
All of a sudden, the proud son of heaven in other realms suddenly woke up. The purgatory world was much more dangerous than he imagined!
"Magic marshal is dead, can you find out who did it?"
Purgatory.
In the demon realm, in the conference room.
A woman in a black dress sits in the first place, with three knights in black armor standing behind her.
The knight held a long gun and did not move like a mountain.
Sharp eyes, as if killing God!
However, the most important demon of the demon clan is not always in the first place.
The supreme throne is occupied by a yellow haired girl who seems to be in her early twenties, but the devil doesn''t dare to complain, and doesn''t even have the slightest idea of discontent.
Just because, this black skirt woman is one of the three thousand realms, saint!
"Judging from the battle trace, the opponent of magic Marshal should be two people."
The devil doesn''t know to return a way in a low voice.
The saint of the devil''s land shook her head. "Although the devil''s little Marshal has mediocre strength, he is my man in the devil''s land after all. This matter must be investigated to the end. He must not die in vain! "
Magic did not understand, nodded.
"By the way, do you know the name of the person who initiated the sanctuary?"
As if she suddenly thought of something, she said something thoughtfully.
For a moment, the devil was silent, but he said a question which was not related to each other: "holy daughter, is the protection of holy way so important?"
"Is it more than important? It is said that the person who has been recognized by the holy mirror has a bright future and has made great progress. "
When she said that, she suddenly turned away and said, "look at you, I think you know who the other party is?"
He hesitated for a moment. He said in a low voice, "saint, this man is very evil. We''d better not do evil to him."
This words, the devil''s land Saint show eyebrow micro pick.