Chapter 2195 Fellow Daoist Lin, I Was Wrong!
In fact, Lin Feng had already expected that this Yang Yuchuan was actually a peacemaker with a slap in the face. Anyway, he didn't want to cause trouble, but he wanted to gain a little advantage in a dignified way.
So, simply, Lin Feng let him be the peacemaker, and deliberately set up a trick for Zhu Yi to take him.
Under such dignified conditions, no matter how much I tortured and killed them, it was all in line with the rules.
Of course, Lin Feng was not impolite, and immediately launched a nuclear bomb, the trump card, to kill the cultivators at the transformation stage! They didn't even have a chance to escape the Nascent Soul, they were completely annihilated.
As for Yang Yuchuan, it's a bit interesting. Lin Feng is also very interested in the number one sect, the Tiandao League, so when he could control the direction of throwing the nuclear bomb, he deliberately kept his hand and spared his life. If the nuclear bomb is detonated at the middle point of them, no one can escape.
"Fish soup? I think... there's no need! Fellow Daoist Lin, I still have some important things to do... so I'm leaving first..."
Yang Yuchuan is a cultivator in the stage of transforming gods, and he has been abstaining from eating for many years. At most, he would eat some elixir and spirit wine. As for the five grains and dishes in the world, he had no interest at all.
Therefore, seeing that Lin Feng actually took out a bowl of enthusiastic fish soup and wanted to eat it for himself, he also found it ridiculous and politely refused.
However, it is his behavior that is very stupid in the eyes of thousands of Baiyumen disciples.
"Tsk tsk... Vice President Yang of the Heavenly Dao League is really ignorant!"
"A lack of thoughtfulness! Fellow Daoist Lin doesn't drink such a powerful fish soup? It was delivered to him..."
"What a waste of fellow Daoist Lin's kindness!"
"If he knew the real effect of this fish soup, he would regret it to death, right?"
...
The disciples of the White Feather Sect all secretly smiled.
But Lin Feng said again and again: "It's just a bowl of fish soup, old man Yang, do you recognize me as a friend? Is it possible that I will poison this?"
"This... Fellow Daoist Lin, you can't do anything to others! I don't even have the slightest desire to talk about fish soup!" Yang Yuchuan's attitude was still very firm.
"So that's the case! Forget it! I won't force others to be difficult! It's not easy for you when you are old. If you die suddenly after drinking my fish soup, who will be to blame? I, Lin Feng, have always respected and loved the elderly, but I dare not Disrespect to the elderly! However, it is shameful to waste food, come here... that kid from the White Feather Gate, you don't seem to have tasted the fish soup I made, you are lucky today! Then..."
Lin Feng said with a smile, and threw the fish soup to the third-level disciple of the Golden Core Stage who was closest to him.
This disciple was called Dong Luohua, and he had never come to drink Lin Feng's fish soup before, and he came back from outside only two days ago.
When he returned to the sect, he was very surprised to see so many brothers and sisters' cultivation bases raised so much at once. After questioning the reason, he realized that it was Lin Feng's Hero Fish Soup.
At that time, he regretted it to death, why did he go out during this time? Such a great opportunity was missed!
However, good luck still fell on his head.
He never imagined that this fellow Daoist Lin whom he looked up to and admired would casually dump the hero fish soup that Yang Yuchuan didn't want to him.
"Thank you... Thank you Lin Daoyou!"
When the disciple Dong Luohua saw this, he was flattered, and rushed forward with the flying sword, grabbing the bowl containing the fish soup, for fear of dropping a drop, with that cautious look, as if he was guarding some priceless treasure Same.
"Hmph! The disciples of the White Feather Sect, why are they all a group of juniors who enjoy the lust of tongue? Isn't it just a bowl of fish soup?"
Seeing this scene, Yang Yuchuan was still very disdainful. In his opinion, a bowl of fish soup is not even looked down upon by a mortal with a little bit of status. How can a cultivator put it in his eyes? Do you still need to carry it with such care and care? It's ridiculous!
However,
Just when he thought the other party was ridiculous, all the disciples and elders of the Baiyu Sect thought Yang Yuchuan was ridiculous... even, pitiful and pity!
"If he knew the real effect of this fish soup, he would regret it to death, right?"
...
The disciples of the White Feather Sect all secretly smiled.
But Lin Feng said again and again: "It's just a bowl of fish soup, old man Yang, do you recognize me as a friend? Is it possible that I will poison this?"
"This... Fellow Daoist Lin, you can't do anything to others! I don't even have the slightest desire to talk about fish soup!" Yang Yuchuan's attitude was still very firm.
"So that's the case! Forget it! I won't force others to be difficult! It's not easy for you when you are old. If you die suddenly after drinking my fish soup, who will be to blame? I, Lin Feng, have always respected and loved the elderly, but I dare not Disrespect to the elderly! However, it is shameful to waste food, come here... that kid from the White Feather Gate, you don't seem to have tasted the fish soup I made, you are lucky today! Then..."
Lin Feng said with a smile, and threw the fish soup to the third-level disciple of the Golden Core Stage who was closest to him.
This disciple was called Dong Luohua, and he had never come to drink Lin Feng's fish soup before, and he came back from outside only two days ago.
When he returned to the sect, he was very surprised to see so many brothers and sisters whose cultivation base had been raised so much at once. After questioning the reason, he realized that it was Lin Feng's Hero Fish Soup.
At that time, he regretted it to death, why did he go out during this time? Such a great opportunity was missed!
However, good luck still fell on his head.
He never imagined that this fellow Daoist Lin whom he looked up to and admired would casually dump the hero fish soup that Yang Yuchuan didn't want to him.
"Thank you... Thank you Lin Daoyou!"
When the disciple Dong Luohua saw this, he was flattered, and rushed forward with the flying sword, grabbing the bowl containing the fish soup, for fear of dropping a drop, with that cautious look, as if he was guarding some priceless treasure Same.
"Hmph! The disciples of the White Feather Sect, why are they all a group of juniors who enjoy the lust of tongue? Isn't it just a bowl of fish soup?"
Seeing this scene, Yang Yuchuan was still very disdainful. In his opinion, a bowl of fish soup is not even looked down upon by a mortal with a little bit of status. How can a cultivator put it in his eyes? Do you still need to carry it with such care and care? It's ridiculous!
However, just when he felt that the other party was very ridiculous, all the disciples and elders of the Baiyu Sect felt that Yang Yuchuan was ridiculous... even, pitiful and pity!
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