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Chapter 152: The ceremony(2/2)

"Don't stop killing your murderous intent quickly, otherwise one day you will be incited with inner demons!" Seeing Chen Feng's violent aura surging, Ci Yan spoke solemnly.

"Bad abuse is healthier, and venting the infrequent passion is more helpful for psychological adjustment." Chen Feng's eyes had agile blood-red murderous intent, and his autonomous consciousness was not affected at all.

Ciyan couldn't help but be stunned by Chen Feng's statement and expression. The current situation was completely beyond her expectations.

"All hearing is better than seeing at first sight. The mighty donor Chen Feng even makes people feel scared!" An old monk appeared silently not far from Chen Feng, clasped his hands and sighed.

"The purest thing is to be without hearing or seeing."

Chen Feng flipped his wrist and the two big black knives on the door panel gradually shrank into blades and were put into storage bags.

"You are Chen Feng?"

The young monk who revealed the late Tongxuan aura, stared at Chen Feng with his eyes shining brightly and said in a cold voice.

"I hope there will be a more suitable appearance arrangement for me as a 'big guy' in the future. It is best to be able to follow me and have some live singing." Chen Feng smiled and looked at the maid who was shaking the music player. He was already walking towards Jingyue Peak, and it seemed that he did not take the two dead early-stage women seriously.

"Wait ~~~"

Seeing Chen Feng shaking his head and leaving with a comfortable smile on his face, the young monk with a dense and compact bun almost roared out anger.

"Little slut, you are far from showing off your power in front of me. If it weren't for the old bald donkey protecting you, I would have buried you at the foot of Jingyue Peak today." Chen Feng stopped and turned around and smiled proudly, revealing a provocative meaning.

As the old monk stopped gaze, the young monk almost stared at Chen Feng and his people leaving, his face turned red due to anger.

"Shenxiu, you are not the opponent of Chen Feng now." The old monk Shenyu said.

"How can I know if I haven't fought? I don't think I will lose."

The young monk in a shiny cassock did not agree with the old monk's statement.

"I didn't expect him to come to Jingyue Peak. It seems that you have to reconsider the matter if you want to enter the Jingyue Peak lineage!" The old monk took heavy steps, his eyes full of thought.

"Does I have to retreat because of the existence of Chen Feng?" The young monk with the magic name Shenxiu glanced at the four female cultivators who were ragged and unable to afford it, without any intention of helping.

"It's better to ask Empress Jin Zhen about this matter before making a decision. Although she invited me to Qianji Sect, Chen Feng's appearance at this time made people mind a little!" The old monk's eyes showed evil expressions, and he was no longer compassionate and peaceful.
Chapter completed!
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