1613: C1613 dysmenorrhea

C1613 dysmenorrhea

He did not know that it was a fortuitous encounter for Feng Wuhuang, to actually become a Holy Son of Lotus Flower Sect.

This information caused Qin Feng to be extremely shocked.

Right at this moment, a grand voice resounded through the sky like thunder.

Qin Feng waved his hand to undo the Inhibition, and under the sunset, it slowly rose into the sky.

This action of his scared the other buddhist cultivators into looking at each other.

The few of them had camped on this hill for more than two months, but none of them had noticed anyone nearby.

"That was close."

The few buddhist cultivators revealed happy expressions.

And upon hearing Qin Feng's voice, countless paleo-chieftain were instantly stupefied.

"Feng Wuhuang?"

Who is Feng Wuhuang?

They looked at each other, bewildered.

And Lianhua Sect, instantly understood the meaning of Qin Feng's words.

"So Son of God is called Feng Wuhuang."

He glanced at the Sect Master and fell silent.

"Are you surprised to see me?"

"Qin Feng, I shouldn't have said that, even I didn't expect to see you here."

Feng Wuhuang's face flashed sinisterly, and immediately laughed in reply.

Today, he wanted to kill Qin Feng in Fetal Reservoir Realm.

"Why does this Qin Feng seem to know Son of God?"

"Rumor has it that the Holy Son of Lotus Flower Sect was brought back from the Mortal Realm when he was travelling."

"Could it be that Son of God is a Mortal cultivators?"

"That might not be true. Maybe the Sect Master of the Lotus Flower Sect sensed that the Son of God had outstanding talent and brought him back to the Buddhism Realm to be nurtured."

"That's a possibility."

"In a few hundred years of time, to raise one's power to the Ancient God's Fourth Heaven, there is no doubt about the talent of Son of God."

Countless paleo-chieftain nodded in agreement.

"Qin Feng, you innocent killed Lianhua Sect s and Protector He s of Lianhua Sect s of Cholera. I will give you a chance now to return with me to Lianhua Sect.

Feng Wuhuang's cold voice spread across the sky.

Hearing Feng Wuhuang's words, countless of Fetal Reservoir Realm Buddhist cultivators all shook their heads.

"Son of God is too merciful."

"The cultivators of the Mortal Realm simply cannot be trusted."

"If you hit a snake and don't die, you'll end up getting hurt for sure!"

"It's better to just kill a monster like Qin Feng."

These Fetal Reservoir Realm s had a very deep prejudice against the Mortal cultivators.

"Innocently killed Lianhua Sect s and Protector He s?"

Qin Feng sneered, too lazy to pay attention.

In the Dragon Realm, Feng Wuhuang twisted the facts.

"Feng Wuhuang, you really are the same as before. There's not the slightest change."

Qin Feng said coldly.

And hearing Qin Feng's voice, Feng Wuhuang was afraid that Qin Feng would mention what had happened in the Dragon Realm in front of the crowd.

He was now a Son of God of the Lianhua Sect and was revered by tens of thousands of people. He was no longer just a mere member of the Crimson Dragon Army;

"Qin Feng, you're about to die and you still want to talk rubbish. Today, I will kill the scourge of a cholera Fetal Reservoir Realm like you on behalf of the heavens. "

Feng Wuhuang seized the opportunity from Qin Feng to speak, and immediately stopped him from speaking.

He raised both his hands up high, and a massive pressure slowly seeped out from his body.

The Lianhua Sect belonged to one of the two major branches of Buddhism, the Mizon.

In the dim yellow sunset, a large amount of dazzling gold light surged out from Feng Wuhuang's body.

He was like a Buddha bathed in sunlight, with his hands held high in the air, and a sun that radiated boundless light gradually rose.

Even the setting sun in the horizon lost its luster. He was like the only person in the entire sky.

Sacred and inviolable.

"The dysmenorrhea, it's actually the secret of the Lianhua Sect, the dysmenorrhea."

In East Sea Shore, when countless buddhist cultivators saw the sun rise, they immediately cried out in shock.

Even in the Spirit Mountain Wonderland s, the < dysmenorrhea > enjoyed an impressive reputation. No one would have thought that the cultivation method in the Holy Son of Lotus Flower Sect was actually the < dysmenorrhea >.

With the knowledge of these buddhist cultivators, even the current Sect Master of the Lotus Flower Sect had not cultivated the dysmenorrhea.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he didn't have that talent.

"No wonder Lianhua Sect bestowed Feng Wuhuang the title of Son of God."

"The cultivation difficulty of the《 dysmenorrhea》, even in the countless years that the Lianhua Sect has existed, only three to five people have succeeded."

"And now, all of these people have risen to Spirit Mountain Wonderland, to look down on the world."

"The heavens have truly blessed the Lianhua Sect. She actually allowed the Sect Master of the Lotus Flower Sect to bring back such a talented disciple from the Mortal Realm."

At this moment, whether it was Fetal Reservoir Realm, Vajra world, or the countless other paleo-chieftain s, all revealed expressions of jealousy.

Based on Holy Son of Lotus Flower Sect's current performance, he would definitely be at the top in five years, suppressing all the other heroes.

"So that's how it is."2

Lianhua Sect also revealed an expression of enlightenment.

He swept his gaze across the towering Sect Master of the Lotus Flower Sect and sighed in his heart: No wonder the Sect Leader used all his strength to lift Feng Wuhuang up to the position of Son of God.

"dysmenorrhea, huh!"

In the sky, Qin Feng's eyes narrowed.

Only when he looked directly at the sun did Qin Feng feel that raging flames that felt like the sun was burning in his heart.

However, with Feng Wuhuang's personality, how could he cultivate in such a Cultivation Method that obviously had extremely high requirements for personality?

Suspicion rose in Qin Feng's heart, and he immediately spread out.

"Pfft!"

Following that, a mouthful of blood flowed down his throat, and a trickle of blood leaked out from the corner of Qin Feng's mouth.

"I didn't think that the < dysmenorrhea > could restrain Spiritual Sense and cultivation the most."

Feng Wuhuang's mouth revealed a proud smile.

"Haha, what a stupid disciple of Taoism."

The East Sea Shore, the ridicule and ridicule of countless buddhist cultivators.

"Alright!"

Vernacular Sect Guang Zhi, who was hidden in the crowd, clenched her fist, her face full of excitement.

"I never thought that Holy Son of Lotus Flower Sect would actually cultivate the dysmenorrhea, I made a mistake."

Yuan Zhen said in frustration.

In the span of three months, he had told her about all sorts of Buddhism and Cultivation Method s, but he had not mentioned the《 dysmenorrhea》.

Otherwise, Qin Feng would not have suffered such a loss.

"It's just a small loss."

Zhao Tiange said indifferently, he was not worried at all.

"Restraint divine sense?"

Qin Feng curled his lips and spat out the blood he was spitting, then laughed: "Then I'll have to thank you for your reminder."

Other than his consciousness, Qin Feng also had the Smart Eyes.

In the next moment, Qin Feng opened his Smart Eyes.

"Bullsh * t."

Feng Wuhuang shouted explosively, the scorching sun above his head had risen to its peak, and burst forth with a handful of fiery streams, sweeping towards Qin Feng.

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