Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 382 I, Mo Lin, begged to die!

"How dare you come back!"

The newly promoted Eighth Elder saw Mo Lin, with an indifferent evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Mo Lin, your father betrayed his family and his ancestors, and killed his brothers in the same family. He was expelled from the family for an unforgivable crime, and you, You are disrespectful, arrogant and domineering, and you were also expelled from the family. You were lucky enough to escape that day in the city lord's mansion. Now you are the most wanted criminal of the city lord. Today, you dare to return to Mojia Village, so don't even think about getting out alive! "

"It's rare that you still remember the crimes of my father and son. It's been a long time since anyone dared to say that. It's quite interesting to listen to it occasionally."

Mo Lin looked at the newly promoted Eighth Elder, and felt a little ridiculous. This kind of brainless idiot can also sit on the elder's seat. It seems that there is really no one in the Mo family.

"interesting?"

The slits in the eyes of the Eighth Elder were slightly closed, and there was a hint of coldness in the eyes that stared at Mo Lin.

"You just said that I am a waste, and today is the Mo family's annual meeting. Why don't you let your son try with me? See if Mo Qingshan's son is a waste, or is your son a waste?"

Mo Lin said as he walked, he naturally recognized the eight elders, they were his father's uncles and brothers, and his son was three years older than Mo Lin.

Hearing Mo Lin's words, the Eighth Elder's face turned slightly cold, and he didn't dare to nod immediately.

"Why don't you talk? Your son, you don't dare to fight even my trash. Isn't that the trash of trash! Not even trash?"

Mo Lin's voice was a bit playful, and he stepped out slowly. After a while, he actually came in front of the crowd and walked slowly towards the battle stage of the annual meeting.

Seeing Mo Lin approaching, many young disciples of the Mo family even gave way to let Mo Lin step onto the battle platform, looking around at the crowd.

"Why are you silent?" Mo Lin asked again when he saw the silence of the crowd.

Mo Tianhu sneered, and said: "Mo Lin, we think you used to be a member of the Mo family. Last time, you deliberately spared your life and let you live, but you don't seem to know how to be grateful, and dare to go back to my Mo family to make trouble. "

"Give me my life, let me not die?"

Mo Lin was a little stunned, when did Mo Tianhu become so kind?Will let him go.

"It's no wonder that when I walked in, I heard a lot of flattery. The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. The owner of the house is so shameless. You can imagine the cats and dogs around you."

"A man with a sharp tooth and a sharp mouth." The eighth elder snorted angrily and sarcastically.

"I have a sharp tongue? Heh, just now, you said that Mo Jiao and Mo Chen are talented, they are both geniuses, and no one can beat them, right?"

"Naturally, Jiao Jiao and Mo Chen are both geniuses of my Mo family."

"Then I, Mo Lin, am trash, right?"

"So you know!" the Eighth Elder sarcastically said.

"Since that's the case, then I, a trash, would like to learn from all the geniuses present, Mo Chen and Mo Jiao, and you are free to do so. If I lose, I would like to die."

Mo Lin said softly, but made everyone's expressions slightly stiff, if I lose, I wish to die!
so crazy.

Everyone in the Mo family was silent. They were not fools. Except for Mo Jiao and Mo Chen, no one would dare to fight Mo Lin. Mo Lin was strong a year ago, let alone now.

"Why don't you talk anymore, I, Mo Lin, beg for death!"

Looking around, Mo Lin's mouth was full of sarcasm.

Begging for death, such frivolous words made everyone tremble, but no one dared to fight. The eyes of the other Mohists all fell on Mo Chen and Mo Jiao. Only they had the chance to defeat Mo Lin.

But do they dare to fight?
"I, Mo Lin, begged to die, but no one responded to the challenge. A group of trash who dare not even go on stage, dare to say something amazingly talented, stunningly brilliant. I, Mo Lin, really admire the shamelessness of you people. Since the new village chief , to teach such a group of cowardly and incompetent cowards? Where is the future of the Mohist family?"

Mo Lin's sarcasm became louder and louder. People from the Mo family felt their faces were hot. Mo Lin was an outcast who was kicked out of the family by the Mo family, but now, standing on the high platform, inviting the people of the Mo family to fight, raving Begging to die, no one dared to fight, including the Mo Jiao brothers and sisters who were praised to the sky!

"You are presumptuous!" the eighth elder shouted angrily.

"You are presumptuous!"

As soon as his words fell, Mo Lin also yelled angrily: "Only you, you just said that I am a waste, and they are geniuses. Now, where are they? I, Mo Lin, are standing here, and they dare not even go on stage. If you If you have the guts, you can come up, as long as you can take my move, I, Mo Lin, will kill myself on the spot!"

crazy.

Merlin is crazy.

If it was said that Mo Lin's invitation to fight Mo Jiao just now was extremely arrogant, then his last sentence was really crazy.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to say such words to the Eighth Elder?
The eighth elder is a genuine fifth-level martial artist.

No matter how talented you are, Mo Lin, you are only sixteen or seventeen years old. Even if you have had many adventures this year and practice hard day and night, how many levels can you advance?
Well, let's take a step back, you can defeat the Eighth Elder, but you can't just use one move, right?

Even an eighth-level martial artist dare not say such big words.

The eyes of the Eighth Elder narrowed into a line, and his whole body trembled with anger. He pointed at Mo Lin with his finger, and said in a cold voice: "Okay, okay! Arrogant and ignorant bastard, since you want to seek death, then this Elder will help you!"

After finishing speaking, the Eighth Elder stepped forward and landed in front of Mo Lin.

"It's amazing lightness kung fu, beautiful, Mo Lin, who speaks so much without shame, dares to say that he defeated the Eighth Elder with one move, it's just arrogance, this time he's dead."

"Eighth Elder, you are indeed a powerhouse at the fifth level of the Soul Origin Realm. He is really powerful. Now there is something to watch."

At this moment, the atmosphere on the scene climbed to an unprecedented peak. Watching the Eighth Elder take the stage, there were discussions one after another.

The Eighth Elder was already furious, and he didn't say much after he took the stage. The fifth-level martial artist's cultivation level exploded, and a berserk flaming palm gushed out, hitting Mo Lin's chest directly.

Mo Lin stood there motionless, looking at the hideous Eighth Elder, a sneer of pity appeared in his eyes.

? "Die!"

The eighth elder shouted angrily, the palm of the flame was less than half a foot away from Mo Lin's chest, but at this moment, Mo Lin moved.

He raised his right hand hanging by his side lightly, and saw a dazzling brilliance flash away. Immediately, the eighth elder didn't even have time to scream, a line of blood appeared on his neck, and fell on the ground with a plop. Covering his throat with his hands, he stared at Mo Lin with horror and pain on his face, kicked his legs a few times, and was silent again.

Swish!
All the villagers in Mojia Village were fixed on the spot, poking their heads out like ducks with their necks strangled. Their horrified eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and Mo Tianhu stood up from his chair violently. When I got up, I wanted to say something, but my throat was so dry that I couldn't even utter a sound.

The Eighth Elder was killed by Mo Lin with one move!

(End of this chapter)