Over the Holy Island, there were thick black thunderclouds, and violent thunder and lightning flashed out from the thunderclouds from time to time and struck the sea.

Uncle He frowned: "Why did the sky suddenly change?"

The head of the Five Poison Sect on the side flattered him and said, "It seems that Master He's marriage has moved God."

As soon as these words came out, Uncle He's face turned cold.

Wu Chengzhen also suddenly felt embarrassed. He also understood what he said, and the flattery hit the horse's leg.

What kind of good weather can this thunder and lightning and thundercloud cover bring?

However, Situ Jinzhen on the side relieved him of his embarrassment with one sentence: "The Holy Island is located on an island, and the weather changes are normal, so there is no need to be surprised."

"Yeah." Uncle He nodded and didn't think too much.

Lin Xiaofeng was currently in the iron bars, struggling and screaming.

Seeing this, Jue Chen could only sit cross-legged and recite the Heart Sutra. He didn't know if it could help Lin Xiaofeng reduce his pain.

But he can only go so far.

After a long time, Lin Xiaofeng lay on the ground motionless.

He felt as if his entire body had been reorganized.

"Donor Lin, how are you feeling?" Juechen asked.

"No, it's good that I didn't die. And, it seems that I survived the catastrophe, which really allowed me to cultivate an innate demonic body." After Lin Xiaofeng finished speaking, he lowered his head and glanced at his hands. At this time, his ghost skills had returned.

It's a pity that I haven't practiced the Shaking Dragon Sutra yet.

At this time, two people from the Holy Cult walked in from outside the door. When they saw Lin Xiaofeng lying on the ground, their eyes showed disdain.

"With such a guy, I don't know what Young Master He would be interested in fighting with him."

"I'm afraid that if I can't even take one punch from Master He, I will die, haha."

"Don't talk about Master He, I'm afraid I can kill him with just one punch."

The two were talking and laughing while opening the iron bars.

The iron fence opened with a creak, and the two of them walked in, wanting to lift Lin Xiaofeng.

Bang!

The two of them hit the iron railing behind them, and Lin Xiaofeng's hands squeezed their necks tightly: "Tell me, what's going on outside now."

Both of their eyes showed fear.

…

Thunderclouds continued to pound in the sky, but there was no sign of rain.

He Jinfeng stood on the high platform, frowning slightly: "It's been ten minutes, why haven't you come yet?"

There was also a low-pitched discussion below.

The most nervous among them was naturally Zhenfeng and his group.

"Oops, Xiaofeng actually let that bastard He Jinfeng be arrested!" Zhenfeng suggested: "Let's grab people on the stage later, otherwise Xiaofeng will be beaten to death."

Ling Xiao touched his nose and frowned slightly: "Although this idea is not a good one, at present, this is the only way."

Xiang Zhu had already been arranged to sit next to Uncle He.

"Uncle He, please let Xiaofeng go." Xiang Zhu looked very ugly.

Uncle He shook his head slightly: "Girl, give up, no one can save him today."

Just as Xiang Zhu was about to stand up, the two maids beside her reached out and put their hands on her shoulders.

Although she is said to be a maid, in fact, she is just someone to monitor her.

Coming!

In the banquet below, someone suddenly shouted.

At this time, Lin Xiaofeng was wearing a black windbreaker and strode towards the high platform.

Jue Chen followed behind him.

He Jinfeng looked at Lin Xiaofeng coming from the audience, and his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.

wrong!

It should be his people who escorted Lin Xiaofeng over.

Moreover, Lin Xiaofeng should look embarrassed, but now he looks like this.

"Little Master Juechen, please wait for a moment below the stage." Lin Xiaofeng smiled, then kicked off his feet and jumped directly onto the high platform.

He Jinfeng took a breath and smiled.

No matter what, Lin Xiaofeng is a useless person, what should he worry about?

"I thought you were a coward and didn't dare to come." He Jinfeng's eyes were fixed on Lin Xiaofeng: "I didn't expect that our new young master is very courageous."

Lin Xiaofeng raised his hands and said to the audience: "Sorry, I just got my hair done and shaved. I have to look decent when I compete on stage. I came a little late and kept everyone waiting."

There was a sudden burst of laughter from below.

No one expected that Lin Xiaofeng would say this. This obviously meant that He Jinfeng was not taken seriously.

Watching the excitement is not too big a deal, everyone below is looking forward to how Lin Xiaofeng will be beaten to death by He Jinfeng.

It's no secret that Lin Xiaofeng's ghost arts and Taoism are useless.

Most people at this time believed that Lin Xiaofeng's behavior at this time was just to make his death look more chic.

He Jinfeng clenched his fists and said loudly: "Huh, there's so much nonsense."

Lin Xiaofeng quickly raised his hand: "Hey, wait."

He Jinfeng looked Lin Xiaofeng up and down: "What? Are you scared?"

Lin Xiaofeng smiled and looked down at Uncle He: "Uncle He, there must be some conditions for me to fight with He Jinfeng, right?"

Uncle He said expressionlessly: "You say."

"If I lose, I will naturally be beaten to death by He Jinfeng. I accept that." Lin Xiaofeng nodded: "But what if I win?"

The people below all looked at Lin Xiaofeng as if they were a fool.

"Is he crazy? How can he win, Young Master?"

"Back then, when all the ghost and Taoist techniques were available, Young Master He was beaten to the point where all his mana was lost. Is it possible that he still wants to defeat Young Master He now?"

The people below started a heated discussion.

Uncle He also laughed, and he glanced at Xiang Zhu beside him: "If you win, the lady will let you take her away, how about that?"

"I don't just want these." Lin Xiaofeng shook his head slightly: "There is also what He Jinfeng owes me. I have to get them all back!"

He Jinfeng snorted coldly: "Even a loser like you wants to win against me, so I agreed!"

The outcome between himself and Lin Xiaofeng was very different.

Lin Xiaofeng had lost all his Taoist and ghost skills. If he went on stage to compete with him, he would not agree to this request. It would seem that he was too small-minded.

"Remember what you said." Lin Xiaofeng pointed at He Jinfeng, then stretched out: "Then, the competition begins."

Snap!

There was a slap in the face.

By the time the people below came to their senses, He Jinfeng had already been slapped to the ground.

Lin Xiaofeng squatted next to He Jinfeng and looked at him with a smile on his face: "How does this feel?"

There was a loud explosion below.

"Lin Xiaofeng's ghost skills have recovered?"

"Why is it so fast? This speed is probably close to that of a red-eyed zombie."

A pot suddenly exploded below.

The most surprised person was probably Ling Xiao and the others at the table.

When they saw Lin Xiaofeng coming on stage, they had already notified the speedboat to come over and were ready to rush to the stage to snatch people away.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xiaofeng could be so easy and knocked He Jinfan to the ground with just one slap.
Chapter completed!