Chapter 440: Lower your cultivation level! Show your face to the door
"Reducing your cultivation level?"
Lin Jie's eyes suddenly brightened.
Countless people looked in shock.
The eight powerful men who had stepped on the spiritual swords were all frothing in public at this time, laughing at Lin Jie and scolding Canglong Mountain.
One of them even spat on the spirit sword, then pointed at Lin Jie and provoked: "I am an extraordinary person. Now I have lowered my cultivation level to fight with your destiny. If you don't want this gift again, is it true?"
Don’t you take our forces from all directions into consideration?”
After saying that, the man actually grabbed a seal and punched it into the meridians in his body.
In the blink of an eye, this man's aura disappeared, and he was reduced to his destiny.
Qiao Yinshan's eyes darkened: "Lin Futian, you are a Tantric sect, but you don't even have the courage to do so. What qualifications do you have to become a Tantric sect?
Obviously you cannot accept the gift from my Holy King Academy. My disciple Fentian Emperor was killed by you, do you have to give me an explanation?"
Bu Fantian sneered on the spot: "Brother Qiao and Brother Zhao, both of them are tantric sects, and they are also veteran esoteric sects. How can you let the extraordinary and strong men under their command lower their cultivation level to the destiny to fight with our Futian Tantric Sect?
Eight against one is unfair."
Imperial Master Futian stood up and swept away proudly: "Lin Futian can become a tantric sect, so he must have the ability to convince the world. Brother Bu, please let us open our eyes. Could it be that you really want to disgrace Canglong Mountain?"
"Yes, my side has lowered its cultivation level, and Canglong Mountain still doesn't accept the gift?"
"We are all so kind and righteous, treating everyone with courtesy and respect."
"Canglong Mountain openly slaps us in the face. Canglong Mountain must give an explanation for this matter."
"The Lin Futian Tantric Sect refused to accept the courtesy and humiliated the eight major forces in our country. We must give an explanation."
"If not, just let Lin Futian Tantric Sect kneel down and apologize to me."
For a moment, the Imperial Masters Daxuan, Zhenzhao, Fangjian, Longwen, and Shuanghua all launched attacks on the spot.
Thousands of strong men from the eight major forces were all criticizing Canglong Mountain.
This group of people completely treats Canglong Mountain as their own territory. Not to mention being polite, they don't even pay attention to any Tantric sect.
At this moment, a divine son of destiny stood up with Zhuo Jianyu and others.
The eight major forces looked at them one after another.
Zhuo Jianyu came to Bu Fantian and bowed: "Tan Sect, let the disciples get it."
Another top saint said angrily: "Disciple, go and experience the power of these eight people."
Several people were filled with righteous indignation and asked Bu Fantian for help.
Canglong Mountain could no longer endure its anger.
At this time, Gong Wuji actually said: "The eight major forces are giving gifts to the Futian Tantric Sect, so he should be the one to receive the gifts. If he doesn't dare to go, if I see it, he will apologize in public and apologize to the eight major forces. That's it."
It’s over.”
A saint son below said: "What Mr. Gong said is right. His courtesy is up to him if you want it, and if you don't want it, it's up to him, but you can't slap me in Canglongshan's face."
Some people actually yelled: "If you really don't have the courage, my disciple suggests, how can such a timid person be qualified to practice Tantric Buddhism?
We are both destined by fate, can’t we wait?
On merit?
On strength?
How far behind is he?"
"If he doesn't do it, I can do it later. Even if I get slapped in the face, I can never lose with this tone."
At this moment, many of Canglong's top saints glanced at Lin Jie with hostile eyes.
Lin Jie glanced at Gong Wuji with a smile.
As for the dozen or so top Destiny Sons who were hostile to him, he also remembered them.
Qiao Yinshan suddenly stood up, with a strong momentum: "If Canglongshan doesn't come to receive the gift, let Canglongshan dethrone Lin Futian's position in the Tantric Sect, and then let me take him away. You don't have to take him away, just deprive him of his cultivation."
"Every old bastard!"
Jiang Fan was looking murderous below.
Ye Huan also touched his nose: "Grass mud horse, you'd better be lucky, I will definitely skin you in the future!"
Yun Feimo and Mu Yuqing's cheeks turned purple with anger.
"Brother Huangfu, it seems that Lin Futian is finished today."
In the camp of ordinary students, Wu Jiangbai said to Huangfu Yu.
Huangfu Yu paused: "Although I hate Lin Futian, I hate it even more when the eight major forces come to slap you in the face. I'm not happy about it."
"Besides, Lin Futian is from our generation after all. He represents us, how can he be slapped in the face?"
Every student was furious.
"Mr. Lei, you have to say something about this, right?"
Above, one by one Tantric, finally looked towards Lei Qianjue.
Lei Qianjue and several old men have been silent since the beginning.
These people are also the most powerful Tantric Sect in Canglong Mountain.
However, before Lei Qianjue could speak, Lin Jie stared at the eight spiritual swords: "Yes, the Wang-grade spiritual swords also have sword spirits."
Hearing this, countless people were stunned.
Zhao Tianfu pointed at the spiritual sword: "Of course, the gifts prepared by our eight major forces for the Tantric Sect, can they be inferior?
We are not Canglong Mountain."
Lin Jie narrowed his eyes.
He looked at Zhao Tianfu, and then at Qiao Yinshan who wanted to eat him, his eyes were suddenly as frozen as ice.
Lin Jie stood with his hands behind his back, swept away the eight masters who were stepping on the spiritual swords, and then said to Zhao Tianfu: "Actually, it is not impossible for me to receive the gift."
Immediately, Zhao Tianfu, Qiao Yinshan and the six great national masters all looked at him.
Not only the eight powerful men, but also the Tantric Sect of Canglong Mountain and the Holy Son became curious.
Lin Jie's eyes fell on the eight powerful men who were stepping on the spiritual swords again: "These eight people have extraordinary cultivation, but they are not Tantra. And I, Lin Futian, am a new Tantra, but I am also a Tantra. I am above them.
If I fight, they are not qualified."
Imperial Master Futian asked curiously: "What do you mean?"
Lin Jie glanced at Futian Imperial Master indifferently: "I am a Tantric sect. The person who fights me must have the same status. Naturally, he is one of the eight powerful ones among you."
As soon as these words came out, they were like a bolt from the blue, hitting everyone.
Lin Jie added: "Besides, the eight of you have lowered your cultivation level and lowered themselves to the realm of destiny. If you fight me, eight against one, you will definitely take advantage."
A strong man stepping on the spiritual sword said angrily: "You adults don't need to take action."
Lin Jie shook his head at this person and said scornfully: "Are you a Tantra?
Just get out of there, otherwise I will use your offense to Tantric Buddhism as an excuse and anger me, I will trigger the Master's spell and kill you on the spot, believe it or not?"
"you……"
This man was so angry that he was trembling with fear and refused to give in.
Master Spell!
That is the power of the pinnacle of the extraordinary, and the world is in awe of it.
Even the seven people who were stepping on the spiritual swords lowered their heads.
Give in!
Eight people are scared!
I have to be cowardly, who let Lin Jie be a Tantric sect, who let him have the magic talisman of the master.
Seeing this, Lin Jie sneered coldly, and then swept Zhao Tianfu, Qiao Yinshan and the six great masters: "You don't want to?
Then give it up, I’ll take the gift and say thank you by the way.”
Qiao Yinshan's old eyebrows were raised, he got angry and said with a ferocious smile: "Okay, I will lower my cultivation level from extraordinary to destiny, I will see how you take the spirit sword."
"We are also willing to lower ourselves to cultivation."
The six great national masters also walked out one after another.