Chapter 2195： Fellow Lin, I was wrong!

In fact, Lin Feng had already expected that this Yang Yuchuan was actually a peacemaker and a clumsy man. Anyway, he didn't want to cause trouble, and wanted to get a bit of bargain righteously.

So, simply, Lin Feng let him be the peacemaker, and deliberately set up a situation to let Zhu Yi take his own trick.

Under such dignified conditions, he couldn't be overstated no matter how he abused them. It was in compliance with the rules.

Lin Feng, of course, is not welcome, and he has directly issued a nuclear bomb as a killer to kill the cultivators of the transformation stage! Let them even have no chance to escape Yuan Ying, it is completely annihilated.

As for Yang Yuchuan, it’s a bit interesting. Lin Feng was also very interested in the first martial art Tiandao League, so when he could control the direction of throwing nuclear bombs at that time, he deliberately left a hand and spared his life. Otherwise, as long as They detonated the nuclear bomb at the middle point, and no one could escape.

"Yugeng? I think...you don't need it! Fellow Lin, I still have some important tasks... so I'll leave first..."

Yang Yuchuan was a cultivator in the transformation stage, and he had not eaten food for many years. At most, I would eat some pills and spirits. As for the five-grain dishes in the world, I didn't have the slightest interest at all.

Therefore, seeing Lin Feng actually took out a bowl of enthusiastic fish soup and wanted to eat for himself, he also found it ridiculous and tactfully refused.

However, it was his behavior that was very stupid in the eyes of thousands of Baiyumen disciples.

"Tsk tusk... the deputy leader of the Heavenly Dao League, Yang, is really ignorant!"

"Lack of heart and soul! Do you not drink such a powerful fish soup from Fellow Lin? Or was it delivered to him..."

"It's wasted the kindness of Fellow Lin Daoist!"

"If he knew the true effect of this fish soup, he might regret it, right?"

...

The disciples of the Baiyumen all smiled secretly.

Lin Feng said repeatedly, "It's just a bowl of fish soup, old man Yang, do you recognize me as a friend? Is it possible that I would still be poisoned in it?"

"This... Fellow Lin, it is difficult for you! I don't have any desire for tongue at all for what fish soup!" Yang Yuchuan's attitude was still very firm.

"So that's the case! Forget it! I won't be too difficult for you! It's not easy for you at an age. If you drink my fish soup and die suddenly, who is it? I always respect and love the old, but I dare not dare. Disrespect to the elderly! However, it is shameful to waste food, come and come... The boy at Baiyumen, you seem to have never tasted the fish soup I made, so lucky today! Then..."

Lin Feng smiled and said, and then threw the fish soup to the closest disciple of the third floor of the Golden Core Stage Baiyu Clan.

This disciple was called Dong Luohua. He had never come to drink Lin Feng's fish soup before, but he came back from outside in the past two days.

When he returned to the school, he was very surprised to see that the cultivation level of so many brothers increased so much. After asking the reason, he realized that it was Lin Feng's hero Yugeng.

At that time, he regretted his death. Why did he go out during this time? I missed such a great opportunity!

However, good luck came to him.

He couldn't think that this fellow Lin Daoist who made him look up and admire would unexpectedly throw the hero fish soup that Yang Yuchuan didn't want to himself.

"Thanks...Thank you Fellow Lin!"

When the disciple Dong Luohua saw this, he was flattered and rushed forward with his flying sword. He grabbed the bowl of fish soup for fear of dropping a drop. He looked cautiously, as if he was guarding some valuable treasure. same.

"Huh! The disciples of Baiyumen, how come they are a group of juniors who enjoy the desire to speak? 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 could not even look at even a mortal with a little identity. How could a cultivator look at it? Do you need such care and hold it carefully? It's ridiculous!

However, just when he thought the other party was very ridiculous, all the disciples and elders of the White Feather Clan thought Yang Yuchuan was ridiculous... even, pitiful and pity!

"If he knew the true effect of this fish soup, he might regret it, right?"

...

The disciples of the Baiyumen all smiled secretly.

Lin Feng said repeatedly, "It's just a bowl of fish soup, old man Yang, do you recognize me as a friend? Is it possible that I would still be poisoned in it?"

"This... Fellow Lin, it is difficult for you! I don't have any desire for tongue at all for what fish soup!" Yang Yuchuan's attitude was still very firm.

"So that's the case! Forget it! I won't be too difficult for you! It's not easy for you to be too old. If you drink my fish soup and die suddenly, who is it? I always respect and love the old, but I dare not dare. Disrespect to the elderly! However, it is shameful to waste food, come and come... The boy at Baiyumen, you seem to have never tasted the fish soup I made, so lucky today! Then..."

Lin Feng smiled and said and then threw the fish soup to the nearest third-level Baiyumen disciple of Jindan stage.

This disciple was called Dong Luohua. He had never come to drink Lin Feng's fish soup before, but he came back from outside in the past two days.

When he returned to the school, he was very surprised to see that the cultivation level of so many brothers increased so much. After asking the reason, he realized that it was Lin Feng's hero Yugeng.

At that time, he regretted his death. Why did he go out during this time? I missed such a great opportunity!

However, good luck came to him.

He couldn't think that this fellow Lin Daoist who made him look up and admire would unexpectedly throw the hero fish soup that Yang Yuchuan didn't want to himself.

"Thanks...Thank you Fellow Lin!"

When the disciple Dong Luohua saw this, he was flattered and rushed forward with his flying sword. He grabbed the bowl of fish soup for fear of dropping a drop. He looked cautiously, as if he was guarding some valuable treasure. same.

"Huh! The disciples of Baiyumen, how come they are a group of juniors who enjoy the desire to speak? 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 could not even look at even a mortal with a little identity. How could a cultivator look at it? Do you need such care and hold it carefully? It's ridiculous!

However, just when he thought the other party was very ridiculous, all the disciples and elders of the White Feather Clan thought Yang Yuchuan was ridiculous... even, pitiful and pity!

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