Rebirth Of The Godly Prodigal

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Chapter 1301: Primordial Blood Emperor Log

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

No one had expected that someone would come out and pull connections with Ling Feng at such a time. There were 10,000 of them against one person, they were sure to win. No matter how powerful Ling Feng was, he was just but a human, after all. Even if they were ants and Ling Feng was an elephant, this elephant would be tired to death by the ants. But now, someone actually stood on Ling Feng's side. Was he seeking death?

"Brother Dali, you..." Hu Ziming was dazed too. He had thought before that Hong Dali might be here to watch the show, but now that he ran to the other side, things didn't seem right. At the side, Cang Yulong and Jiang Lixue were surprised too and said, "Brother Dali, this isn't time to joke around. Quick, come back!"

Hong Dali was a person who could understand the Wordless Heavenly Book and would sell the moves away. None of them wished for such a good secret manuals wholesaler to die here. Therefore, those who knew how amazing Hong Dali was all went quiet, planning to see how things turned out.

"This little brother's tone is very big." Ling Feng looked at Hong Dali, but he didn't get angry, just that he was a bit surprised when he saw the Goddess of Wisdom. Very obviously, even with his experience, the Goddess of Wisdom's beauty was something he had never seen before. However, he was only slightly surprised. Then, he smiled and said, "Could it be that you know my Grandmaster?"

Wushen Palace was created by Wushen Palace, but it truly came to fame during Tang Zhen's age. Therefore, it could be considered correct for Ling Feng to address Tang Zhen as Grandmaster.

Most of the people here knew of Tang Zhen, the number one martial artist a few thousand years ago. Even today, no one could surpass his accomplishments. But according to time, there wasn't any possible way for this Hong Dali to be related to Tang Zhen.

"Hehe, this matter is quite complicated. However," Hong Dali winked towards Ling Feng and softly said, "I indeed saw him, hehe."

"Oh?" Hong Dali's voice was extremely soft, but after hearing this, Ling Feng actually didn't ask anymore and said, "Interesting. Fine, then. You two can stand behind me, in case you get hurt later." These 10,000 or so people in front of him seemed to be nothing to him.

After settling down Hong Dali, he stepped forward and said, "If you guys still have any more crap, say it as much as you want now. If not, then come and attack me. I have always detested troublesome things."

"Amitabha, good, good. You're indeed carefree. Fine, then. Although I'm not very capable, like you said, wasting words like this is indeed annoying. So why don't you let me initiate the fight and trade a few moves with you first? What do you think?"

The person who spoke was a monk who had nine ring scars on his head. His white eyebrows dragged to his mouth and he wore a string of crimson wooden beads on his neck. His expression was benevolent, the style of a highly enlightened monk. He was also one of the few who wasn't affect by Ling Feng's step just now.

Ling Feng looked at the monk and slightly nodded, expressing his approval. Then, he smiled and said, "You're a clear-headed person. Your eyebrows have reached the corner of your mouth and your 'Zen Neon Chapter' has already reached a very high level. I wonder how is Venerable Bao Lai related to you?"

The monk placed his palms together and bowed towards Ling Feng, saying, "Amitabha, he's my Master. I'm the lead disciple of my Master. My Dharma name is Yuan Mie."

Ling Feng said, "En. I have always had high respect for Venerable Bao Lai's character."

Yuan Mie bowed again and said, "Thank you for your compliment."