It's too late, but it's soon!
Amidst the criticism and condemnation from everyone.
The saint at the top of the tower dropped another unknown hydrangea and struck it down.
Ye Feng looked up to the sky, calm and composed.
Lu Hongwei and others held their breath nervously, and did not even dare to look, for fear that the next second, Ye Feng would end up like the man just now, with blood splattered on the spot.
"Alas..." Mark, the wealthy businessman, sighed helplessly, feeling that Ye Feng didn't take Rome seriously, and he might be in trouble this time.
Compared to defeating more than a dozen gladiatorial champions just now, catching the embroidered ball seems to be easier now, but in fact it is like a test from God, and it is not a level thing at all.
When the surrounding Roman people saw the new embroidered balls being thrown down, they were as angry as the enemy, hoping in their hearts that the iron balls would fall.
"Iron ball, iron ball, iron ball..."
"The ones who can pass the test in the end must be us Romans! Foreigners still want to become the Son of God, they are wishful thinking!"
"The foreigner will definitely become the sixtieth victim! If he succeeds and catches the real hydrangea, I will swallow the leaning tower on the spot!"
Everyone laughed at Ye Feng for not overestimating his abilities, and looked down upon him for being a foreigner.
Because in the eyes of most Romans, people who were not the Roman Empire were just country people and not worth mentioning.
After all, Romans were born in Rome, while outsiders were destined to be cows and horses when they were born. The Romans were born with a sense of excellence.
As the unknown hydrangea fell faster and faster, the atmosphere of the scene was almost heightened to the extreme.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the falling hydrangeas without blinking.
——Whoosh! ! !
Another short breath.
The hydrangea finally fell down.
Finally, it fell firmly into Ye Feng's hands.
In an instant, the scene was completely silent!
The iron ball that everyone expected did not appear, and the bloody scene was even missing.
In the end, everyone's expectations were disappointed. What was thrown down this time was a light hydrangea.
"This...how is this possible!? That foreigner actually passed God's final test!? Is he going to become the Holy Son?"
"God, are you old and confused? Or are you going to abandon us devout people? In the end, you let a pagan pass the test?"
"I understand, that saint has an oriental face, so God is also specifically choosing a saint son who also has an oriental face!?"
For a moment, the whole place was in an uproar.
All the proud Romans present could not accept this result.
So many outstanding Romans didn't choose, but chose an Oriental face?
What was even more surprising to everyone was that they had been immersed in the beauty of the saint, but then they realized that the saint also had an oriental face!
The holy saint and the holy son are both of Eastern descent! ?
Could it be that God has also begun to worship foreign things?
"Succeeded!? Mr. Ye actually succeeded in taking it!"
When Lu Hongwei and other Daxia merchants saw that Ye Feng successfully received the hydrangeas and passed the test, they couldn't help but be surprised and happy.
At the same time, he secretly admired Ye Fengyi for his courage.
"As expected of Ye War God, he is indeed amazing!"
The wealthy businessman Mark was also stunned: "God, have you also succumbed to the power of this man in front of you?"
Otherwise, it is really incomprehensible that the fifty-nine victims would eventually choose an outsider to pass the test?
At this moment, Ye Feng took the hydrangea and was not surprised.
Because no matter what is thrown down, he has the confidence to catch it.
It was just a stepping stone to finally meet the saint who looked like Kong Mengqi.
Amidst the wails and protests from everyone at the scene.
The door on the first floor of the Leaning Tower suddenly opened, and a maid came out.
He respectfully said to Ye Feng: "Congratulations, sir, for passing God's test. The saint wants to see you, please come with me!"
Hearing this, Ye Feng nodded and walked into the Leaning Tower.
It just so happened that I also wanted to see the other person.
The Roman people behind them were still protesting and dissatisfied.
"Ask the saint, is there something wrong?"
"For God's sake, don't do it again!"
"Yes, God must have dozed off just now, so that boy got such bad luck and passed the test!"
"There's no reason. We are all God's people. Instead of choosing us, you choose an outsider? Isn't this too heart-breaking?"
However, the maid, despite everyone's protests, closed the door again after Ye Feng entered, blocking out all criticism and noise from the outside world.
Lu Hongwei and others saw Ye Feng following the maid up to the tower, so they also waited patiently outside the leaning tower.
"Do you think Master Ye will go directly into the bridal chamber when he goes up?"
Someone started talking enthusiastically.
Hearing this, the others also smiled obscenely and said: "With Mr. Ye's resolute efficiency, maybe we really want to get straight to the point!"
Even the wealthy businessman Mark joined in on this topic and expressed his opinion: "When the Son and the Saint are together, they will definitely give birth to new power!"
"Otherwise, it's impossible to do all this just to get married, right? After all, God is not the God of Love!"
"And I heard that the Holy See has more than one saint, son, and saint. Every once in a while, someone will be selected, and then something will be sealed in their holy body."
As for what it is, the wealthy businessman Mark has no idea. Of course, all this is just his hearsay. He is not a believer and does not care about these mysterious things.
"Perhaps, this time, Mr. Ye's potential has been spotted by the Holy See or God..."
