Burning Heaven Sword God

Chapter 62 You are just a second
early morning.

A touch of pink, rising from the east.

After Lin Feng changed his clothes and tidied his bun, he followed Mo Qingcheng to Tianyuan Mansion.

Today is a beautiful day.

If you have nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world.

Mo Qingcheng was wearing a purple dress, with a pair of leather boots under his feet. The clothes reached the ground, and his hair was tied behind his body. Under the sunlight, his pretty face looked very energetic.

boom!
A firework rushed from the ground to the sky with a whistling sound.

The fireworks fly into the sky, and then spread out naturally in the sky, which is very beautiful.

When Lin Feng walked to Tianyuan Mansion, the opening ceremony of the freshman trial had already begun.

Shen Junrong is the No.1 student of the new class. He spoke a lot on stage, but his words were very targeted. He hoped that those who think they are talented but have no strength can be improved in this trial Own.

Such a sentence is very targeted.When Lin Feng heard this sentence, he just moved the corner of his mouth and smiled indifferently, without making too many movements.

In Lin Feng's eyes, it is very meaningless to care about what the villain says.

Lin Feng moved his eyes away from Shen Junrong and looked into the distance.Because it is a trial of new students, almost all the people gathered here are new students.

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a parrot sounded, waking up Lin Feng who looked a little dull.

"Look at people."

Lin Feng wasn't surprised at all, but responded with a calm face and spoke softly.

In fact, just hearing the sound, Lin Feng knew who was behind him.

"Tch, apart from me, there are no beauties in Tianyuan Mansion, even if you want to see beauties, you can't find them."

Song Xiaoluo pouted her small blue mouth, pouted her face, and responded.

"Don't you need a recommendation?"

Lin Feng smiled faintly, Song Xiaoluo is like this, Lin Feng is used to it.

Behind Song Xiaoluo, stood a woman in Tsing Yi. Under her tall legs, she wore a pair of red flat shoes. Facing the sea of ​​people present, she looked extremely calm.

"Oh!"

Song Xiaoluo was a little depressed, nodded, and said, "This is my sister, that is Song Qingluo."

At this moment, Song Qingluo was still expressionless, with a calm expression on her face. She tossed her hair a few times, then looked at the indifferent Lin Feng with brown-black eyes, and said softly, "It seems that you are no stranger to me."

"Of course." Lin Feng responded.

Song Qingluo stared at Lin Feng, and Lin Feng's eyes were facing Song Qingluo squarely, without any avoidance.

At this moment, the eyes of the two just met, not to mention self-knowledge, but neither of them had any intention of giving in.

"I'm curious, why are you here?"

The moment the figure appeared, the air around Lin Feng's body seemed to condense, and the temperature dropped a lot.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes flashed a few traces of blackness, and the incomparably deep pupils made it impossible to figure out what she was thinking.

She looked calm, stared at Song Qingluo, and said seriously: "I think, you shouldn't come here just to watch a show!"

"Ha ha!"

Song Qingluo smiled faintly, and said with a chuckle: "You talk more aggressively than Qin Haotian."

Mo Qingcheng is a smart person, so he knows what Song Qingluo is saying.

The premise of speaking boldly is to have the ability to speak boldly.

A person who has no ability speaks aggressively, which is showing off his ability. Now that Song Qingluo said such a sentence to Mo Qingcheng, it is nothing more than mocking Mo Qingcheng for showing off his ability!

"Even if I speak more aggressively than him, what does it matter to you?"

Mo Qingcheng smiled slightly, shuddered in his heart, and said coldly: "Remember, you are only second."

"Ha ha!"

Song Qingluo was taken aback, and chuckled a few times.

At this moment, the smile on Song Qingluo's face had long since disappeared without a trace, replaced by a murderous aura of anger.

This was a killing intent, a very targeted killing intent, aimed at Mo Qingcheng.

Song Qingluo didn't like what Mo Qingcheng said.

What does it mean to be "just a second?" Does second, in her eyes, count as nothing?
"Don't mess with me, because neither you nor her can afford it."

Mo Qingcheng smiled lightly, completely ignoring Song Qingluo's killing intent, and said with a sarcasm, "Of course, if you really want to mess with me, you'd better bring that person with you."

No one knew better than Song Qingluo who the person Mo Qingcheng was talking about was.

Because that person is Song Tianren, the grandfather of Song Qingluo, and the prime minister of Yan State who is under one person and above ten thousand people.And how can a prime minister kill a genius "fairly and aboveboard"?

"Lin Feng, you can report now."

Mo Qingcheng waved his sleeves, flicked the dust off his clothes, turned to look at Lin Feng, and said softly: "This occasion is not suitable for you."

"Oh."

Lin Feng paused suddenly, seeing Mo Qingcheng's expressionless face at this moment, Lin Feng had no idea what Mo Qingcheng was thinking at the moment, so he could only nod in response.

"Now can I say why you are here?"

Mo Qingcheng deliberately pushed Lin Feng away, and when Lin Feng left, Mo Qingcheng stared at Song Qingluo solemnly, and asked indifferently.

"Ah."

Song Qingluo also had a serious face, without a smile, nodded and said: "Many people want him to die."

"Including you?"

Mo Qingcheng knew that the Luo family, the Ye family, the Song family, and the Nalan family would definitely send people to intercept and kill Lin Feng, but the Song family sent Song Qingluo and Song Xiaoluo, which was too inconsistent with the clean-up.

After all, Song Qingluo and Song Xiaoluo are the granddaughters of Song Tianren, and they are both disciples of Tianyuan Mansion. If they try to kill Lin Feng, it is tantamount to throwing themselves into a trap.

"of course."

Song Qingluo smiled sadly, without hiding anything, and said directly: "The current structure of Yanjing has existed for many years, and it cannot be broken casually."

"But I don't think that's why you're here."

Mo Qingcheng smiled meaningfully a few times. She laughed at Song Qingluo innocently. Could this reason be convincing?Song Qingluo is very powerful, how can she be used to kill Lin Feng?
"Hey!"

Song Qingluo sighed softly, and said to herself: "You are so smart, I really can't bear your death."

"What do you mean?"

Mo Qingcheng's eyes flashed a few traces of blue light, very deep, and asked with a smile.

"You are so smart, don't you understand?"

Song Qingluo couldn't help covering her mouth, laughed a few times, and said, "Actually, if this trial didn't have you, maybe I wouldn't need to be here. After all, killing you doesn't always have a chance, and not everyone wants to kill you." It can be done."

"Well, it's true that not everyone can kill me."

Mo Qingcheng felt cold all over his body, his face was very serious, but he didn't have the slightest timidity in his heart, and responded: "Do you think you can do it?"

"Is not it?"

Song Qingluo is very confident. She is not as good as Qin Haotian, and she is three years older than Mo Qingcheng. In her heart, even if Mo Qingcheng is a rare genius, he is definitely not her opponent.

"If you came with Qin Haotian, you would definitely kill me. But you came with her."

Mo Qingcheng smiled indifferently, turned his eyes to Song Xiaoluo, and said coldly with an extremely cold expression.

(End of this chapter)