Devour a Saber-toothed Tiger at The Start

Lin Feng is not surprised at this, this is Li Yuanhao's style.

Back then, in the continent of Gods and Demons.

For the safety of the human race, Li Yuanhao rushed into the territory of the demon race without hesitation, fighting against the entire spirit devouring race with one person!

With such a fierce and undaunted spirit, Lin Feng asked himself that he couldn't do it.

It is precisely because of this that he sincerely admires Li Yuanhao.

"In other words, what is the cultivation level of Brother Yuanhao now?"

Lin Feng asked curiously, out of respect for Li Yuanhao, he had never used insight to the other party.

Li Yuanhao didn't hide it either. After thinking about it, he said, "The ordinary gods should not be able to threaten me."

Damn it!

Lin Feng was surprised. In other words, only the **** emperor could pose a threat to him.

My own brother Yuan Hao is really awesome Kras!

When the two of Lin Feng came to the Guardian League, they were completely empty.

The commander of the Guard Alliance army and several deputy commanders seemed to have a premonition of the crisis, and they slipped away...

Standing in front of them was Liao Yijian with one arm missing.

"You are not my opponent."

Lin Feng spoke lightly.

In the end, Liao Yijian's injury has not healed, and even at his peak, he has the confidence to kill with one sword.

Liao Yijian nodded, "I owe my life to Luoli, but I will pay for it."

Lin Feng smiled, "I won't kill you, does it mean that your life is mine?"

Liao Yijian's eyes turned cold, "Skills can be killed but not humiliated. I know I am not an opponent, nor can I become a slave."

Lin Feng laughed blankly, "You know that a **** emperor was crying and shouting to become my follower, but I rejected it."

"I just ask you the last sentence, 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 direction of the sword."

Lin Feng spit out eight words lightly.

Liao Yijian knew in his heart, that is to say, once he became a follower of the opponent, he would be a sword in the opponent's hand, wherever he pointed it!

"I want to know, how can I be valued by your Excellency?"

Liao Yijian asked the question he most wanted to know.

Even the **** emperor is not worthy to be his follower, he is just a celestial god, and there is a big gap between the two.

Next, Lin Feng gave him an answer that was stunned and could not refuse.

"Yi!"

"The most important thing to come out is to stress loyalty and empathy!"

"You are willing to die in return for the life-saving grace of Lili."

"On this basis, you should be soaring to the sky!"

Liao Yijian was silent for a long time, and then suddenly knelt down on one knee, sonorously, "Subordinate Liao Yijian, pay homage to the master!"

There are no two-sided oaths, no fancy oaths.

Some are just a blood, a hero!

No rules no standards.

Being respected as the master, although it made Lin Feng somewhat awkward, he didn't mean to make Liao Yijian change his mouth.

He personally helped him to get up, Lin Feng smiled calmly, "Become my follower, I dare not say that you have a bright future. I eat meat, and you will definitely have a bowl of soup."

While speaking, Lin Feng stretched out his hand and slightly pressed Liao Yijian's broken arm.

In the next moment, Liao Yijian's originally empty left sleeve swelled rapidly in a visible trend, and an undamaged arm came out of the cuff in a flash.

"this is……"

Liao Yijian was shocked!

Such a method is a miracle!

On the other hand, Li Yuanhao, who was always silent, looked accustomed.

In his opinion, this old brother Lin was born to create miracles.

No matter how unthinkable things fall on him, it is not enough.

Lin Feng handed over the golden long sword and a simple book, and smiled, "As my first follower, your current strength is still slightly insufficient. This crape myrtle sword has a good final rank. You are good to practice."

"And this proof sword is also yours. If you pass the order, the rules of the arena will remain the same, but no forced conscription!"

Recalling how he was being persecuted by the white-robed old man in the arena, Lin Feng's tone turned colder, "As long as anyone dares to coerce and lure those fighters participating in the arena, I don't mind to root out the Guardian League!"

"Besides, the gates of the guard alliance are wide open, and the scavengers are allowed to enter the city! By the way, among the scavengers there is a giant clan called Tiezhu and an elven clan called Mengling. You can find them and give them when they are critical. Definitely help!"

Ziwei Jianjue is a god-level cultivation technique, which was bought by Lin Feng from the System Treasure Pavilion with a merit of one hundred trillion.

For the enemy, he can be merciless.

But for those around him, Lin Feng was never stingy.

Liao Yijian has a good talent, but compared to the geniuses of the three thousand realms, what he lacks is only a strong enough foundation and a top-level cultivation technique!

I believe that with this Ziwei Jianjue, Liao Yijian's strength will surely soar into the sky.

Liao Yijian was excited, his eyes even blushed.

He was born in this deceitful and sinful city, and his parents died early. Among them, the bitterness and bitterness are not enough for outsiders.

The top of the arena list seems to be beautiful, but in fact it was made by his life.

Liao Yijian had only one thought in his mind after taking over the sword jue and the zhendao sword.

Scholars die for confidants!

The three thousand Daoyu's proud children died before they left the school, and lost two elite geniuses in a blink of an eye.

Moyu, Mo Xiaoshuai.

Thunder fire domain, purple inflammation.

Geniuses of their level, although they did not receive the sanctuary of the holy way, they are also lucky and have extremely hard life.

However, they were still dead, and there was no chance to escape back to their respective realms.

In an instant, the pride of heaven in other Dao realms suddenly awakened. This purgatory world was far more dangerous than he had imagined!

"Mo Xiaoshuai is dead, can you find out who did it?"

Purgatory.

In the demon field, in the meeting room.

A black-dressed woman with Da Ma Jindao sat in the first place, and three black-clad knights stood behind her.

The knight is holding a spear, motionless.

The eyes are sharp, like a peerless killer!

And the demon supreme demon is impassable, but it is in the starting position.

The supreme throne was occupied by a yellow-haired girl who seemed to be in her early twenties, but she didn't dare to complain at all, not even a hint of dissatisfaction.

Just because this woman in black dress is one of the three thousand realms, saint!

"From the battle traces, Mo Xiaoshuai's opponent should be two people."

The devil replied in a low voice.

The Demon Saintess shook her head, "Although the demon Xiaoshuai is of average strength, he is from my Demon Domain after all. This matter must be investigated to the end, and he must not be killed in vain!"

The devil nodded, expressing his understanding.

"By the way, do you know the last name of the person who inspired the shelter of the Holy Path?"

The demon saint seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and said something thoughtfully.

Mobutong was silent for a moment, but he said something unrelated to the question, "Holy girl, is the protection of the holy path so important?"

"It's not just important? According to legend, those who are approved by the Holy Mirror have a bright future and are on a steady pace..."

In the middle of speaking, the Saintess of the Demon Territory suddenly turned away, "Looking at your expression, I must know who the other person is?"

The demon still didn't answer directly, he hesitated for a moment, and he whispered, "Holy girl, this person is very evil. I'd better not have **** with him."

As soon as these words came out, the demon saint's eyebrows raised slightly.