Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 6 I Want Beast Pill!

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, Zhang Feng roared, raised his arm, and punched Mo Lin hard in the chest.

"Crazy Wolf Fist!"

Seeing Zhang Feng rushing towards him like crazy, a cold light flashed in Mo Lin's eyes, and he also punched out.

"Kaishan Fist!"

The fist pierced through the air, and a majestic murderous aura instantly filled the air, colliding with Zhang Feng's fist.

Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, followed by the jaw-dropping sound of bones shattering. Zhang Feng flew upside down like a torn bag thrown out for more than ten meters and fell hard to the ground. The screams spread throughout the valley.

"how is this possible!"

"What a domineering punch!"

"This trash actually won?"

"Defeating Zhang Feng with one punch, is this still a first-class warrior?"

The disciples onlookers exclaimed in surprise, no one expected Zhang Feng to be so vulnerable.

Mo Lin ignored the surrounding discussions, walked up to Zhang Feng, and said in a cold voice, "I've always been patient with you, but you shouldn't bully others too much. If you can die on the unfeeling stage, it's considered that your work was not in vain."

Seeing the killing intent in Mo Lin's eyes, Zhang Feng uttered a heart-piercing cry for help to Zhang Jun in the audience: "Cousin, save me, save me..."

Click!

Before Zhang Jun could react, Mo Lin kicked Zhang Feng on the neck, smashing his neck bone and throat at the same time, and his body was directly kicked off the stage.From the beginning to the end, Zhang Feng didn't even have time to release his martial soul.

"Mo Lin, how dare you kill my cousin!"

Zhang Jun's eyes were cracking. He asked Zhang Feng to agree to Mo Lin's appearance on the unfeeling stage. Originally, he wanted to trick Mo Lin onto the stage and act on Zhang Feng's behalf. Who knew that this cousin was enraged by a sentence, so he went on stage first, and fell down on stage. Forget it, after all, both of them are first-level fighters, even if they can't beat them, they can take the opportunity to escape, but they didn't expect Zhang Feng to be killed in less than ten seconds, which shocked him and made him extremely angry.

Mo Lin looked at Zhang Jun, who was furious in the audience, straightened his back, raised his head high, and instantly released a domineering aura, and shouted: "Zhang Jun, come to fight!"

The loud and domineering voice resounded in the air, and all the onlookers who heard it cheered up, and the blood in their bodies also boiled.

With a gloomy expression on Zhang Jun's face, he jumped onto the two-meter-high Rueqing Platform with a slight leap.

"Mo Lin, if you kill my cousin, you must die today!"

With an angry shout, a short knife on Zhang Jun's back came out of its sheath, brought a gust of cold wind, and slashed towards Mo Lin's neck.

"Break gold chop!"

Feeling the violent aura brought by the head-on knife, Mo Lin didn't dare to be careless, the soul energy in his body quickly poured into his right arm, a faint layer of soul energy brilliance appeared on the arm, and punched hard against the blade.

"Kaishan Fist!"

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and a raging gust of wind blew up on the Unfeeling Stage. Zhang Jun was hit back several steps in a row, and looked at Mo Lin who also took two steps back on the opposite side with an incredulous expression.

"Level [-] warrior?!"

Everyone in the audience stared wide-eyed, looking at the stage in shock.

In front of the Martial Skills Pavilion, someone saw that Mo Lin only had the strength of a first-level warrior, and it took only three to five days. How did he become a second-level warrior?Is this still the trash from before?Is what he awakened really a waste martial soul?

"Level [-] martial artist, no wonder you dare to arrogantly want to go to the Unfeeling Stage. Do you think you can survive this way? Go to hell! Sword and dagger martial soul!"

The shock only lasted for a very short moment, and was replaced by a strong killing intent. Zhang Jun let out a roar and released the family's knife and dagger martial soul. A turquoise knife shadow covered his arm. It slashed towards the top of Mo Lin's head from top to bottom.

Biting coldness permeated the stage instantly. As the owner of the Wuhun, although Zhang Jun is only a second-level warrior, he can instantly increase his attack power with the help of the Wuhun.

Mo Lin's pupils contracted slightly, and seeing the terrifying shadow of the knife falling on his head, he also held the handle of the knife, and the soul energy in his body flowed rapidly through the two opened soul veins, before the knife was sheathed, there was a trace of hot The breath rises rapidly.

When the short knife in Zhang Jun's hand was less than a foot away from his forehead, Mo Lin let out a low cry in his heart, and thousands of fiery red knife flowers suddenly bloomed in the air.

"Wildfire starts a prairie fire!"

The flaming sword light touched Zhang Jun's short sword, and the shadow of the Wuhun sword in the air suddenly dimmed. Zhang Jun was shocked, and before he could change his moves, the sword flowers all over the sky suddenly disappeared, and a dazzling light fell on him. The pupils dilated rapidly, like a scorching sun, making it impossible to look at.

"Wildfire scorching sun!"

In the scorching sun, a ray of saber flashed across Zhang Jun's throat as fast as lightning. Zhang Jun's arm holding the saber froze in mid-air. His eyes looked at Mo Lin in horror, his lips parted and closed, and blood flowed from his throat. It spewed out from the incision, and finally failed to utter a word, then fell to the ground, convulsed a few times, and died.

Everyone in the audience looked dumbfounded.

What a terrifying knife, what a fast speed!

Some disciples who have practiced "Wildfire Sword Technique" also recognized the moves used by Mo Lin, but they couldn't believe their eyes, because they found that the power of this set of sword techniques was more than doubled than usual by Mo Lin. .

Mo Lin's performance also shocked Li Yaxian and Zhao Jinxin who were watching from a distance.

Li Yaxian opened her small mouth, her heart was pounding, she had an unbelievable expression on her face, the Unfeeling Sect occupies a vast area, and there are thousands of disciples in the sect, the news of Mo Lin's awakening martial soul did not reach her ears, seeing This guy actually killed two people in a row, and his strength jumped into a second-level martial artist in the Chongmai realm, and he suddenly felt like he was dreaming.

Zhang Jinxin who was on the side noticed the change in Li Yaxian's mood, frowned, and a cold light flashed in Mo Lin's eyes.

Under the stunned gazes of the people around him, Mo Lin jumped off the unfeeling platform and walked out of the mountain depression. He never looked at Li Yaxian, who had complicated expressions, and kept staring at him.

After returning to the residence, Mo Lin simply packed up his luggage and walked into Langya Mountain to the west alone.

The special function of the Yin-Yang Wuhun made Mo Lin excited like a child who has enough coins and can't wait to buy his favorite gift.

"Beast Pill, I want Beast Pill!"

Mo Lin shouted loudly in his heart over and over again, as long as he has enough beast pills, he can improve his cultivation level ten times or even dozens of times faster than ordinary people. The main reason for hunting in the mountains is that When the soul energy is insufficient, there is a support for each other. Obviously, Mo Lin no longer has this problem. As long as he keeps killing monsters, the soul energy in his body will continue to flow. This is called fighting to support war.

After entering Langya Mountain, Mo Lin soon encountered a first-level monster. As a second-level warrior, he had no trouble fighting this level of monster. With one strike, the battle came to an end.

Five days later in the afternoon, on a ridge of Langya Mountain, red swords flashed again and again, and a fierce tiger fell to the ground in pain. The bloody Mo Lin was exposed at the end of the sword.

At this time, he was dressed in rags, and the clothes on his body were torn into several strands of cloth. His face was tired, but his eyes were shining brightly like stars.

"It's almost there. After killing this vicious tiger and adding the twenty beast pills in my pocket, it should be enough to open the third soul vein today."

Looking at the sunset that was about to set, Mo Lin said to himself.

In the past five days, Mo Lin traveled around half of Langya Mountain. During the day, he kept hunting monsters, and at night, he found a safe place to practice Chongmai. With the help of the Yin-Yang Martial Soul, he instantly replenished the abnormal ability of soul energy. It took him at least two or three months to break through the third soul vein, but it took him only five days to see the threshold for advancement.

Taking out the beast pill of the fierce tiger, Mo Lin was about to find a place to continue practicing, when suddenly a figure rushed towards him in the distance, as the distance approached, Mo Lin gradually saw the appearance of the visitor, and couldn't help frowning He turned his head and turned to leave, but heard the man's shout.

"Mo Lin, I didn't expect you to be hiding in the mountains. It's really easy for me to find you."

The voice was loud, with a hint of arrogance and a chill.

The visitor Mo Lin met, it was Zhao Jinxin who walked with Li Yaxian a few days ago, from his voice and expression, Mo Lin felt that the other party's intentions were not good.

"What are you looking for from me?"

Zhao Jinxin is the fourth master of the outer sect, a warrior of the fifth level of Chongmai Realm, his father is the elder of the punishment hall, and his grandfather is the great elder of the inner sect. With this relationship, he is domineering in the sect, even the inner sect His disciples also don't want to be his enemy, so it's no wonder that such a proud and lofty guy went to the mountains to find him, and good things happen.

"Nothing, just want to kill you."

With a faint smile on Zhao Jinxin's face, he looked Mo Lin up and down and said.

Mo Lin frowned slightly, took a step back vigilantly, and said, "I don't seem to have offended you?"

Zhao Jinxin glanced at the corpse of the fierce tiger and said, "It didn't exist before, but now it does."

"I don't know."

Mo Lin's voice also cooled down, and he looked around stealthily. Zhao Jinxin is a fifth-level warrior. In front of him, no matter how confident Mo Lin is, he has no certainty of winning.

"Since you are going to die, I will tell you the truth because of Li Yaxian."

(End of this chapter)