Chapter 191: The Chosen One Plan

epeatedly reject themselves"Little sister, you probably don't know who I am, I am...""Stop messing around, didn't you hear my sister! Get out of here right now!"Lin Feng impatiently pushed Qin Feng.Qi...Just as people were discussing it heatedly,

Lam Fung, Chan Bei Xuan, and the second senior sister also arrived at the inn's gate.

All three were very low-key, their auras unassuming, like ordinary people mingling in the crowd. But even so, they were immediately recognized!

"My God, the Blood Mist King has arrived!"

Someone exclaimed in the scene.

"Wow!"

The originally crowded crowd instantly parted to make way for a small path.

"Whoosh!"

All eyes turned to Lin Feng, his heart pounding in his chest.

Compared to Chen Beixuan, who was aloof and rarely showed his face, Lin Feng inspired more awe in them.

Because Lin Feng's ruthlessness is obvious to all.

All his past records indicated Lin Feng's brutal nature. Once he made a move, it would be either death or serious injury, with the worst-case scenario being bloodshed.

The key is,

No matter how harsh the circumstances,

Lin Feng always manages to turn danger into safety, and emerge reborn, sweeping away all his enemies. How can such a young supreme being who possesses both good fortune and power not be feared

"Little junior brother, why are they calling you the Blood Mist King"

Second Senior Sister said in a low voice.

"My, My, the Blood Mist King, quite a title! Back in my day, my master had a similar one. They called him 'The Head Splitter'! He rather enjoyed…splitting heads."

Xiaota's teasing voice also rang in Lin Feng's mind.

Lin Feng was speechless.

What on earth is this

He randomly grabbed a middle-aged man on the street and was about to ask him where he had heard that name.

Who would have thought that a middle-aged man would directly kneel down in fright, exclaiming in terror:

"Don't shoot me, don't turn me into a blood mist!"

"Pfft!"

Erjie couldn't help but laugh when she saw this.

Lin Feng was speechless for a moment. With a light touch, he helped the middle-aged man up and said:

"Actually, I'm a pretty easygoing person. As long as you don't provoke me, I won't lay a finger on you!"

"It's obvious, it's obvious! Senior Blood Mist King looks like a kind and gentle person…"

The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and forced a smile.

What do you think

Lin Feng scanned his surroundings.

He felt it was necessary to change the impression he had on people, otherwise wherever he went, everyone would look at him like they'd seen a ghost, how uncomfortable that would be!

"Makes sense, makes sense!"

Everyone around immediately smiled sheepishly.

“Actually, we are all human beings and should unite. In the future, if the two worlds become connected, we should join forces to fight against those divine races...”

Lin Feng sighed.

As soon as these words were spoken,

Everyone around was stunned, their expressions a little dazed.

Since the ancient catastrophe, they migrated to the spirit world, and the term "Divine Race" has become distant from them, so much so that many people born in modern times have never even heard of the Divine Race!

"Lin Xiaoyou is right! We are all members of the human race and should unite!"

Just then,

A loud voice echoed through the inn.

A middle-aged man in a yellow robe, his face radiating an aura of power without anger, strode out from the crowd and stood before Lin Feng and Chen Beixuan.

Lin Feng looked at the middle-aged man in the yellow robe and remained silent.

This person's strength is not inferior to that of the previous Bright Moon Sword God, and he is accompanied by Wei Zi Xu who treats him with utmost respect. He must be a powerful figure from the Array Sect, and his status should even surpass that of Wei Zi Xu's master.

"Greetings, Senior Bei Xuan!"

The middle-aged man in yellow turned his gaze to Chen Beixuan, clasped his fist and said.

Chen Beixuan nodded slightly, as if giving a greeting.

"This is my faction's deputy sect master—Lu Ning."

Weizi Xu introduced himself from the side.

As soon as these words were spoken,

All present were visibly moved.

This banquet is indeed extraordinary, with even the vice-leader of the Jianzong present in person!

As far as he knows,

Lu Ning was a master of formations, one of the few in the world. He created his own "Domain Way," and with a single thought, he could use heaven and earth as his foundation to set up unparalleled grand formations, his strength immeasurable.

"Oh, it's Senior Lu!"

Lin Feng cupped his fists and said.

"I don't dare to be called senior, Lin Xiaoyou, your current strength is no weaker than mine. You should be considered my peer. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Lu!"

Lu Ning smiled and responded.

From the moment he appeared, he had been sizing up Lin Feng. As a result, he discovered that Lin Feng's true strength was unfathomable, yet it differed somewhat from what he had heard in rumors.

It is rumored that Lam Fung considers himself superior, bullies others with his talent, and is cold-blooded and ruthless. But now it seems he's quite mild-mannered, not like a devil at all.

“Everyone is waiting! Let's just go in and say it...”

Lu Ning made a slight gesture with his hand, stepped back proactively, and followed Lin Feng and the others towards the inn.

Several people walked into the inn's hall,

The hall, which was still somewhat noisy, instantly fell silent.

There were dozens of people present, each a tribulation-crossing monster. Among them were even peak tribulation crossing experts, the topmost Supremes. At this moment, every single one of them turned their attention to Lin Feng and Chen Beixuan.

"Here you go!"

Chen Beixuan transmitted a voice to Lin Feng,

He immediately ignored the gazes of the crowd and found a place to sit by himself. The second senior sister had never seen such an arrogant manner, she was quite nervous, and followed Chen Beixuan closely, sitting beside him.

But under Lu Ning's leadership,

Lin Feng went straight to the front table in the hall and sat down.

Only five people were sitting at this table.

A wizened old man, clad in black robes with white hair reaching his shoulders, a withered face, and an aura of decay about him.

Zhang Xitong, who had previously escaped, was sitting beside the old man, his posture upright!

A venerable old monk in saffron robes, with a solemn and austere countenance, rarely spoke.

The ancient monk seen before, was sitting next to the old monk, his countenance cold and serene...

And there was also the Moonlit Sword God! even more confused.A single-person dormitoryEven if he successfully received rescue, he should be in the hospital now.Still my own body... how could it be without a single wound.With a questioning lo...