Feng Against the World: The Evil Emperor's Undead Concubine

Chapter 572 Black Liver Black Lung
Xuanyuan Mu was also very calm, because he only had Yun Feimo in his eyes.

At this time, Yun Feimo's body had recovered and her cultivation had recovered a lot, but under Xuanyuan Mu's insistence, she still wore more clothes than ordinary people.

Moreover, Xuanyuan Mu protected her when she walked, giving people the impression that Yun Feimo was a sick child.

"No need to do this, it's too exaggerated." Yun Feimo was in a cold sweat, she was not a porcelain doll, Xuanyuan Mu was indeed a bit too much.

"If you want to win the first match, this is necessary. Seeing that the weaker you are, the opponent will take it lightly, so you can easily win." Xuanyuan Mu lowered his voice.

Hearing this, the corners of Yun Feimo's mouth twitched. She naturally understood this truth, so she deliberately didn't hide her cultivation, but there was no need to pretend to be a sick child.

After all, Yun Feimo himself is not as weak as Sister Lin, and it is really uncomfortable for her to keep this sick person.

"You guys are also here to sign up?" After queuing for an hour, Yun Feimo and the others finally arrived.

Nangong Yan and the others have faintly broken through the ground level after these few days of cultivation, which can almost go sideways in the Xuanzun Continent, but in the Heavenly God Realm, they have become the lowest-end existence.

The man's disdainful expression made Ouyang Yue very upset. Before Ouyang Yue could speak, Yun Feimo suddenly said: "Our village chief said that we are all top-notch experts. Dare to question us?"

As soon as these words came out, the corners of Nangong Yan's mouths twitched, us?What dialect is this?

Ouyang Yue was also speechless looking at the sky, the village chief?Where is the village chief?

Looking at Yun Feimo's expression, the rest of the people were clearly looking at the idiot, this sixth-order trash is actually uttering wild words?

"What kind of village are you? Your level of cultivation is not enough for others to make a move. If you don't want to die, get out!" The man in charge of registering the name obviously had no patience. In his opinion, the few people in front of him were here to mess around.

Before Yun Feimo could make a move, Xuanyuan Mu raised his hand and threw a sign on the table.

The man was disdainful at first, but he accidentally glanced at the words on the token, and his expression changed drastically!
He grabbed the token and carefully confirmed the lines on it, then raised his eyes to look at the people in front of him, and quickly pushed the paper with the name registration to Yun Feimo: "Please."

The people who were watching the excitement were stunned. The man's expression changed too quickly. Which power's token is that?
Yun Feimo took the token back before she had time to throw it out. She looked at the black token and saw a word engraved on the token mountain: DEATH.

Nangong Yan and the others were also at a loss, but it was enough that they could sign up smoothly, and they didn't care about the rest.

Considering the need to hide their identities, Yun Feimo took aliases for several people, respectively: Heibing, Heihuo, Heimu, Heifeng. She got the names according to the attributes of each person's spell. , Yun Feimo raised his head and looked at Xuanyuan Mu silently.

This guy Xuanyuan Mu has the attribute of thunder, is he going to hand over the black thunder?

Yun Feimo was still thinking, but Xuanyuan Mu wrote two words on the paper with the pen in her hand: black heart.

The corners of Nangong Yan and the others twitched. If they had known that Xuanyuan Mu was going to be called Black Heart, then they should be called Black Liver and Black Lung or something. That would be a good way to unify!
When the man saw the names in this row, he didn't have any special expression on his face, but his attitude became obviously respectful, and his words were full of caution: "After entering the city, you can find a place to live. We will perform in the martial arts field at noon tomorrow." See."

(End of this chapter)