Mixed martial arts: I am the best in the world

After Ji Lin finished venting, he felt refreshed and looked at the graceful figure in front of him with a trace of addiction on his face. The woman in front of him was a beauty that he could never tire of looking at.

"Concubine Mo, why don't you stay!" Ji Lin suddenly said: "I will go to the meeting with my father to confer you the title of concubine. After Gu ascends the throne, you will be the concubine. How about that?"

After Concubine Mo heard this, her pretty face suddenly became a little strange. She smiled and said, "Your Highness, although I am willing, I'm afraid the Crown Princess won't be willing."

Ji Lin didn't notice when they were having fun just now, but Concubine Mo noticed that Crown Princess Zhen Mi was outside the tent just now and left angrily. If she entered the East Palace, she didn't know what kind of trouble would happen!

After hearing this, Ji Lin said disdainfully: "If she is honest, she can still become a queen. If she is not willing, she will be nothing."

The status of Wusheng Mansion has dropped a lot, and the Zhen family's money has also been emptied. Apart from her appearance, Zhen Mi now has the advantage of being an innate master, but this bargaining chip is nothing in front of Concubine Mo.

In terms of beauty, martial arts, and the power behind her, Concubine Mo far surpasses Zhen Mi.

That is to say, Ji Lin is still thinking about the relationship she had in the past. Otherwise, she would have been relegated to the cold palace long ago.

A hint of shyness suddenly appeared on Concubine Mo's face, and she chuckled: "I already know your Highness's heart, but I still have to ask the Master to confirm this matter."

"I believe the leader will definitely agree." Ji Lin suddenly realized that this decision was acceptable.

Mo Fei's beauty surpassed that of Zhen Mi's, and the power behind her also surpassed that of Zhen Mi's. It seemed logical to choose her. And if Concubine Mo marries herself, she believes that Netherworld Island can also give her more support.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. I also want to serve Your Highness as soon as possible. Your Highness will wait for a while until I see the master, and then I will reply to Your Highness." Concubine Mo looked back and smiled, which immediately made Ji Lin excited.

"Now that you're leaving, you and I can do it again."

Ji Lin pounced forward again, and strange sounds suddenly sounded in the big tent.

In front of the camp, Zhen Mi looked miserable, and the maid next to her had a look of anxiety on her face.

She sent someone to see Ji Lin just now, wanting to tell him about her temporary departure. Unexpectedly, not only did she not see him, but she got the news that he was still having fun.

"Let's go!"

Zhen Mi glanced at Daying behind her, and the cold look on her face became even stronger.

Ji Lin made no progress in Beihuang, and she was not disappointed, because as long as the opponent's martial arts improved greatly, he would be able to achieve something sooner or later. After all, in the history of the Great Zhou royal family, there were very few emperors who could become Martial Saints.

But Ji Lin did it. Zhen Mi once believed that this was destiny.

Only now did she realize that it was all just like that. Ji Lin, whom she considered to be her destiny, could not escape the temptation of beauty and actually engaged in prostitution during the day.

Zhen Mi didn't care that the royal family had more women, she was even prepared.

But Ji Lin's lack of restraint was what disappointed Zhen Mi.

Let’s look at King Ming in the south. He may have a bad reputation, but he is a capable man. He occupied the Eastern Wasteland and opened up territory for the Ming Dynasty thousands of miles away. Such achievements far surpassed Ji Lin’s.

But even so, King Ming did not indulge in beauty like the other party.

"Miss, where are we going?" The maid next to her was brought from the Zhen Mansion and she always called her miss.

"Go to Southern Wasteland to see your father."

Zhen Mi suddenly wanted to go to Southern Wasteland to meet that world-famous figure. Look what that guy looks like. In Dali, Zhu Shou looked at the tribe in front of him with a gloomy expression.

The tribe was not big, only a thousand people, but all of them had been killed at this moment. Whether they were old people or children, they all died cleanly. In addition to the original injuries, more of them were in the heart.

His heart blood was taken. A thought flashed through Zhu Shou's mind. His face suddenly turned ugly.

I have repeatedly issued decrees that anyone who refines blood pills will be punished by the nine tribes, but now it seems that some people still do not take his edicts seriously and continue to take risks. In order to increase their own skills, they kill ordinary people and refine them. Blood-controlling pill.

"Your Majesty, Dali is very mountainous. There are still many tribes like this in the mountains and forests. These tribes often do not interact with the outside world. After being massacred, they may not be known to others for a short time."

Lu Miaozi said worriedly.

"In other words, there are many tribes like this, and they may have been massacred?" Zhu Shou frowned.

Benefits are very attractive. For one or even a few innate masters, these people can do anything. The same is true in this situation.

"I wonder if there is any news from Minglou." Lu Miaozi was helpless. Lu Miaozi had no way to change such a thing.

Warriors come and go. For ordinary people, these people are impossible to resist, and the only possibility is death.

Anyone who could do such a thing must be a gang, and it would be even more difficult to stop them. All we can do is place our hope on Minglou and wait for news to come from Minglou.

"Benefits are attractive to people. Even Minglou may not be reliable in this matter." Zhu Shou shook his head.

If his martial arts skills are unparalleled, why would he join Minglou? Not to mention suffering and fatigue, life is also in danger.

Innateness is a watershed, life span is extended, it is difficult for ordinary warriors to refuse this temptation. ,

No one knows Minglou better than Zhu Shou. It seems that Minglou is very powerful, but in fact, Minglou is just a loose organization and does not have much loyalty to itself.

It may be a bit difficult to expect these people to help you find out about the blood pill, and even they themselves may be involved.

After hearing this, Lu Miaozi immediately understood what Zhu Shou was thinking, and could only let out a long sigh.

Once people from Minglou are involved, it is almost impossible to find out.

What worries Lu Miaozi is that this matter will form a trend in the future. Those warriors without qualifications can use money to buy blood pills privately, and the refining of blood pills will form an industry.

At that time, it will be a disaster for ordinary people.

This is true even for warriors.

Human desires are endless. After becoming innate, they still want to become a martial saint. In this way, everyone starts to hunt down warriors, causing chaos in the world, bloodshed everywhere, and no peace.

That time was the worst time.

"Let Yang Yuhuan pass it on to several major sects through the Immortal Pavilion, and Netherworld Island is born. Shouldn't these righteous sects come out, act chivalrously, and destroy Netherworld Island?"

Zhu Shou was suddenly dissatisfied.

These guys talk about being chivalrous and righteous all day long, but when it comes to business, they do nothing. (End of chapter)