Xuan Huan: I'm really not the child of luck

Amidst the discussion among the crowd, Lin Feng had already walked to the side of the Holy Master and stood still. Lin Feng stood beside the Holy Master and looked down at the crowd. The scenery is indeed extraordinary.

"This deity has long known that you have doubts." At this time, the Holy Master said.

"This deity will convince you, my choice of the Holy Son is not groundless"

"Lin Feng retrieved the Eight Desolation Dragon and Tiger Match that had been lost for thousands of years for our shop. May I ask all of you who have been searching for it for hundreds of years, have you heard about the Eight Desolation Dragon and Tiger Match?"

"Don't talk about finding the Eight Desolation Dragon and Tiger Match? You don't even know the Eight Desolation Dragon and Tiger Match's traces, do you?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"No way, this kid actually found the treasure of the town store, the Eight Desolation Dragon and Tiger Ratio?"

"The Holy Master said before that the person who finds the match of the eight desolate dragons and tigers will definitely become the Son of God."

But these hundreds of years have passed, and there has been no news of the yellow dragon and tiger match. Everyone thought that the dragon and tiger match had been thrown out of the world long ago and could not be found at all, so in the past few hundred years , They didn't look for it with their heart, and gradually forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, someone has actually found out the Eight Desolation Dragon and Tiger Match.

"You can see that this Lin Feng not only found the Eight Desolate Dragon and Tiger Match, but also handed it over to the Holy Xiao Palace as a gift, and he didn't want any reward."

The Holy Master scanned the group of people below again.

"May I ask who of you can do it?"

The crowd was silent.

"Although this kid has found a dragon and tiger match in all directions, his cultivation is still low. Seeing that he hasn't broken through the spiritual sea realm, how can he be worthy to be the holy son of our Holy Heaven Palace?" The old Taoist, who was thinking about his son, said again.

"Baiyun Xianzun, I have already planned to let him inherit the Phoenix Feather Spiritual Art, and his cultivation level will be higher than yours at that time."

"Ah, to pass on Fengyu Linggong? Fengyu Linggong is a skill that only holy masters can practice."

"Isn't that the position of the Holy Lord has already been established before becoming the Holy Son?"

"Isn't this one step up to the sky?"

The discussion below continued one after another.

"The old Taoist felt that the Holy Master's decision was too hasty. The Phoenix Feather Spiritual Art is an unrivaled divine art of our sect, and can only be practiced after becoming a Holy Master. Why does this kid have to practice Fengyu Spiritual Art just after being promoted to the Holy Son? It's too unfair to the other disciples of the Holy Xiao Palace." Someone questioned indignantly, these old men have practiced for thousands of years, but they still haven't been able to touch half of Fengyu Linggong.

But this fledgling brat not only sat firmly on the position of Holy Son, but also received the inheritance of Fengyu Linggong, which was a great shame to them.

Now is it true that the Holy Son is not so important anymore, what is important is whether the Phoenix Feather Spiritual Art should be passed on to him?

The Holy Master threw out questions one by one, making them overwhelmed.

Lin Feng shouldn't be involved in their sect's affairs, so he kept silent.

Gu Su Ting couldn't help but want to argue several times, but she was turned back by the Holy Master's eyes several times.

There was also Ning Shuibing in the crowd.

She has been watching Lin Feng.

When watching Lin Feng walk up to the throne of the Holy Xiao Palace.

Her heart was bleeding.

But she couldn't stop him from pursuing his own future, and she didn't want to be a stumbling block in his way forward.

Just let him go, to be his holy son, to inherit Fengyu Linggong, and to be a master.

Among the crowd, he was the only one who seemed so calm, acting as if he had nothing to do with her. No matter how noisy the surroundings were, at this moment her heart was calm.

At this moment, Lin Feng was standing on the side of the throne in a daze.

His heart is also extremely tormented and entangled.

At this time, a person hurriedly came from outside the hall, wrapped in white clothes, he turned out to be a handsome young man.

He bowed down in the hall of the Holy Master: "Disciple Bai Yuncang pays homage to the Holy Master. I come here today. I have an unfeeling request. I hope the Holy Master will agree."

Baiyun Xianzun couldn't help being surprised when he saw his son rushing over. Could it be that he already knew what happened today.

"I want to compete as the future Holy Son."

"What kind of competition?" The Holy Master shot between the two teenagers with great interest.

He was actually interested. Among the younger generation, he admired Bai Yuncang the most, and once thought that he could become the holy son to inherit the Fengyu spiritual art.

But man is not as good as God, God actually sent him a son of luck, and also gifted him with a dragon and tiger match, how could he abandon such a person.

In desperation, Bai Yuncang had to be sacrificed.

I can't help but feel a little guilty about him.

Now that this kid is going to compete with Lin Feng, it is a good thing. It is also a fair thing for the two of them to compete and convince the loser.

"The method of this competition is limited to three months. As for how to compete? I can discuss with Mr. Lin to decide. After we have settled the rules, we will report it to the Holy Master and announce it to the world. This kind of competition is the fairest. If Mr. Lin really has the ability to inherit Fengyu Linggong as a holy son, Bai Yuncang will be convinced, and from then on he will devoutly assist him in restoring the reputation of the Holy Xiao Palace."

"Okay, I won't be the chief disciple of my Holy Heaven Palace."

After hearing Bai Yuncang's words, everyone applauded.

The Holy Master also praised it vigorously, and Dang even agreed to Bai Yuncang's request.

"I wonder if Nephew Lin agrees with Bai Yuncang's proposal?" Although the Holy Master agreed wholeheartedly, he still did not forget to ask Lin Feng what he meant.

"Since the Holy Master and everyone have agreed, then Lin Feng will naturally accept this proposal. Lin Feng is always waiting for Brother Bai."

From then on, the two of them bowed their hands to each other, and they became acquainted.

"Then today's canonization of the Holy Son will be postponed to three months later, do you have any opinions?"

Everyone glanced at each other, and they all expressed that they had no opinion. The vacancy of the Son's position for a day meant that there was still a chance to fight for it. Everyone was very happy, after all, these old men had sons under their knees, and no one expected their sons to be able to dominate the crowd. Become the Holy Son and get the inheritance of Fengyu Linggong.

At the beginning, I thought about the position of the Holy Son, so I desperately gave birth to a son to teach and train, didn't I hope to get this opportunity?

The happiest person at this time is Baiyun Xianzun.

He simply didn't believe that his son would lose to this nameless kid.

During the three-month competition, he would let him suffer a lot and retreat in spite of the difficulties, or simply kill him with one knife, so as to avoid future worries.

Thinking this way, I am very happy. It seems that my son is better than him. He actually thought of this good way to delay time.

Thinking of this, he looked approvingly, and nodded to his son, squeezing his goatee, without hiding the smile on his face.

"Brother Lin, after the ceremony is over, let's meet and discuss," Bai Yuncang said to Lin Feng.

"There is nothing else to do today, you two go to discuss, let's go."

After the Holy Master Gusu finished speaking, he turned into a cloud of purple mist and flew away.