Emperor Yue Hong behind two accompany to see this, grows the one breath, at once thinks highly saying: „Young master eyesight is really extraordinary, the young master said a moment ago, two stick of incense time, are Lin Ming limit, now look like really so, two stick of incense many several rests, the young master predicts with great accuracy!”
„Yes, predicts with great accuracy!” Song Baifeng also with the flatter or toady fart, heard these people of thinking highly, moreover oneself also expected, emperor Yue Hong restored, once more to turn on his fan to swing finally several, this was his symbol surname movement, when was happy, he will have swinging that the matter was all right the fan, played the commander-in-chief.
„This Lin Ming is truly good, can insist this few two-thirds time, but, behind this best quality goods Saint inspection, to exceed arrives is more difficult, particularly quarter of an hour finished time, the difficulty is front ten times continues!” Emperor Yue Hong was saying unintentionally, actually he said is also the fact, the inspection truly is more and more difficult, but does not have exaggeration that he said.
Must, Lin Ming or is bad much, this enables emperor Yue Hong also many to accept.
„Yes, young flying upwards in world of mortals, to us looks like the character who the beggar comes, how can the comparing favorably with status honored emperor be few? His time even though are only few compared with emperor difference stick of incense time, because the following inspection difficulty increases rapidly, therefore the disparity just likes the difference of Sky and Land!”
Several accompany with the bootlicker echoes, this made Jun Yue such as listen to knit the brows slightly.
At this time, Lin Ming had been shot by that group of scorching sun, he not like emperor Yue Hong distressed flings to fall on the ground, but steady landing, besides some complexion blood flushes, no other is unusual.
„Um? How this hasn't brat been injured?”
An emperor Yue Hong brow wrinkle, he looks forward to notice that the Lin Ming severe wound spits blood is good.
„Junior Brother Lin is all right.” Jun Yue such as has encircled hurriedly, investigates Lin Ming, and is not affected much, felt relieved finally.
„All right, Senior Apprentice-Sister.” Lin Ming complied with one casually, the vision actually looked to the scorching sun in sky.( To be continued.)