Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 120

"You can't be subdued by power, you can't be moved by poverty, and you can't be promiscuous by wealth. It's really good."

Mu Yao's mind was in turmoil, and there was a strange look in her eyes looking at Mo Lin. She had to admit that this guy was pretty good at writing, and his words were loud and full of connotation.

Kun Shan blinked at the side, silently reading those few words of Mo Lin.

Tang Xiaobao's stomach ache no longer, and he thought that Confucius and Mencius must be martial arts masters stronger than the suzerain, their words are so sonorous and powerful, and he must meet them when he has a chance in the future.

The seventh prince frowned, wondering who this Confucius and Mencius were, and he had a deeper understanding of the reason why Mo Lin refused to join the evil dragon empire. It turned out that they were instigated by them. Qu, the rich and the noble cannot be promiscuous, and the poor and the humble cannot be moved, so what else can I do to make him agree?This is a problem.

"Liu Fei, do you dare to fight?"

Mo Lin was completely disappointed with Liu Fei, he took a step forward slowly, raised his chin, looked at him sideways, and forced him to fight again.

"I……"

Liu Fei's body trembled, and he couldn't help taking a step back. The people around him sighed, and their contemptuous eyes fell on him.

"coward!"

Someone yelled, and the crowd immediately stirred up, and more people joined in.

"coward!"

"coward!"

"waste!"

Liu Fei's face was distorted, his eyes were painful, and the laughter from all around swarmed in like a tide, trampling on his dignity and heart.

"what!"

Suddenly, Liu Fei roared wildly, rushed out of the cave like crazy, and quickly disappeared into the distance, only the hissing roar echoed in the air, and finally turned into nothingness.

There was a dead silence in the cave, as if Liu Fei's departure had taken away all vitality.

No one thought that Liu Fei would retreat without a fight.

Everyone was looking at Mo Lin with uncertain expressions.

The deterrent power of this kind of soldiers who surrender without fighting is far more intimidating than the killing of swords and swords. You must know that Liu Fei is a second-level martial artist!

The corner of Mo Lin's mouth twitched into a faint sneer, but the aura emanating from his body gave people an invisible sense of oppression. He didn't know that when his emotions fluctuated greatly, he would emit an invisible upper-level coercion. That was the natural release of the spirit energy left in his body by the atomized demon snake.

"waste!"

Polygonum multiflorum's indifferent voice broke the tranquility in the cave, and he stared at Mo Lin with cold eyes.

"Beating a dog depends on the owner. Liu Fei just swore to follow me not long ago. If you let him lose face, you are slapping me in the face. I will give you two ways. First, kneel in front of me and swear to me. Allegiance, follow me from now on, work for me, second, die!"

Didn’t Mo Lin say that he cannot be subdued due to his might, He Shouwu forced him to submit to himself in front of everyone, and let’s see how unyielding he is in the face of death.

"You wounded my brother."

Mo Lin didn't seem to hear the threat of Polygonum multiflorum, and said calmly.

He Shouwu was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Mo Lin's calm expression, his eyes rounded angrily, his fists were clenched tightly, his joints creaked, and he said through gritted teeth, "So what!"

The little fat man finally came to his senses at this time, he saw that the name of Polygonum multiflorum seemed to be written on the number one position on the stele, and only then did he understand what it meant to be the number one in the inner sect. He had offended him on the spur of the moment, but now he finally came to his senses. Immediately feeling a wave of fear, he hastily stepped forward two steps, tugging at the corner of Molin's clothes.

"Brother."

"Huh?" Mo Lin glanced at Tang Xiaobao.

The little fat man hesitated and said: "Brother, this Polygonum multiflorum seems to be very powerful, and I am not injured, let's go."

Bang!
Mo Lin gave the little fat man a shudder, at this moment he thought of fear, why did he go so early?He didn't know whether to laugh or cry on the face, but he had a plan in his heart.

Among the disciples of the inner sect, martial artists of the third level are regarded as masters and can be ranked in the forefront, while those of the fourth level of the Soul Origin Realm will become real strong, enough to be among the ranks of inheritance disciples. , with his arrogance, he will definitely not succumb to the inner sect. Eighty-nine times out of ten, his strength should be at the peak of the third level of the Soul Origin Realm.

This kind of cultivation is indeed very strong, but it is not invincible. Mo Lin is now a second-level martial artist. With his cultivation and hole cards, it is difficult to find an opponent at the same level. He Shouwu just became the object of his strength test. Not as good as the other party, it shouldn't be difficult to get out of the body.

"Scared, it's too late!"

The reaction of the little fat man fell into He Shouwu's eyes, and a sneer of complacency appeared on his face.

"I'll give you five breaths of time to think about whether to live on your knees or die standing up. It's all in your mind. If you beg me for mercy, maybe I will let your friend go, otherwise, hum."

He Shouwu let out a cold snort, and the following meaning was self-evident, these people only follow Mo Lin's lead, and in order to save face, he will never let it go.As the number one expert in the inner sect, He Shouwu has full confidence in his martial spirit. He has also heard of what martial arts will is. Although he has not seen it personally, he believes that with his own martial spirit, he can definitely suppress it easily.

"Five breaths is too long." Mo Lin pushed Tang Xiaobao aside, and said slowly: "You hurt my brother, even if you kneel down and beg me now, I will not let you go."

what?
The expressions of the people around him all changed, this guy actually yelled at Polygonum multiflorum, could it be that he is really impatient?
As the number one expert in the inner sect, Polygonum multiflorum's strength is not in vain.

He has challenged 28 inner disciples in one year and has never been defeated. Mo Lin is just an outer disciple who has just stepped into the inner sect. It is also impossible to be the opponent of Polygonum multiflorum.

At least, in the history of the Unfeeling Sect, there has never been a precedent for a newly promoted disciple from the outer sect to defeat the top ten masters of the inner sect.

"well!"

He Shouwu laughed back in anger, narrowed his eyes into a line, and stared at Mo Lin with a cold light like a poisonous snake, which made people shudder. Amidst the deep explosion, three soul rings emerged in the sky!

"It's a soul ring! It seems that Polygonum multiflorum is really irritated!"

The people around stepped back again, distanced themselves from Polygonum multiflorum, the third-level martial artist's strikes were no joke, if one was not careful, one's bones would be broken.

Mo Lin also felt the fierce killing intent from Polygonum multiflorum. Looking at the three soul rings that flashed past, the majestic soul energy in the sea of ​​qi quickly flowed along the twelve soul veins, and a more violent killing intent It turned into ripples and rippled around.

"He Shou Wu, what do you want to do, this is not the Valley of Unfeeling, let alone the Terrace of Unfeeling!"

Mu Yao's complexion changed, she stepped forward, and stood in front of Mo Lin.

(End of this chapter)