Wild geese stand on the willow branches, and the moon sets over the blue lake.
The weather was a little cold, and there was a mist like green smoke on the lake, and there was a vague figure dancing in it like a leaf.
This is a teenager.
He looked to be in his early fourteens, with clear features, thick eyebrows, and thin lips tightly pressed into a line, making him look a bit cold.
This kind of appearance is not very handsome. What attracts people is his eyes. At first glance, they are calm. But if you look more closely, you can find a kind of persistence and determination that is different from ordinary people.
At this time, he was naked, with his waist and legs together, and he kept pumping out his palms. His spiritual power spurted out, causing the lake water to vibrate endlessly.
What he used was the low-grade martial art "Threading Step Fist".
Martial arts are divided into low-grade, medium-grade and high-grade. Although this "Threading Step Boxing" is low-grade, it is a martial art inherited by the Lin family and is most suitable for polishing the foundation.
"strength!"
"strength!"
The young man's eyes were filled with madness, and he couldn't even see that his fists were bruised and the lake was stained with blood.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the spiritual power in his body did not increase at all, and his body seemed like a sea.
"Damn it, why doesn't it work?"
After countless punches, the young man turned pale and staggered.
This was a phenomenon of spiritual overdraft. In the end, he could only suppress the pain and angrily smash his fist on the lake.
"The ancients said that God rewards hard work, but why, despite working so hard and never slacking off, am I still only a second-level martial arts disciple?"
"If it weren't for my low cultivation level, how could I be bullied wantonly?"
"If it weren't for my low cultivation, how could Xiaowan be dragged down by me?"
"If it weren't for my low cultivation level, how could the examiners of Lingfeng Academy think that I was poisoned without verification?"
Deep unwillingness flashed in the young man's eyes.
This young man, named Lin Mu, is the former eldest son of the Lin family, one of the five aristocratic families in Xichuan City, and the only son of Lin Nan, the former young head of the Lin family.
The reason why the word "Qian" is added is because as early as three years ago, Lin Nan disappeared inexplicably, and his status has plummeted since then.
Logically speaking, he is a direct descendant of the Lin family after all. Even if his father disappears, he should not be treated like this.
But when something like this happened to him, everyone who heard it took it for granted.
the reason is simple.
When Lin Mu was five years old, he took part in the family's martial arts aptitude test. His aptitude was at the red level.
All living beings are ants, only spiritual warriors are the only ones.
In the Lingwu Continent, a warrior's innate qualifications are determined by the strength of his martial arts meridians. There is a theory of the seven colors of martial arts meridians.
There are seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue and purple. The stronger the meridians, the higher the absorption efficiency of spiritual energy, and vice versa.
As for Lin Mu's martial arteries, they are the lowest red-level martial arts, and they are the lowest grade among martial arts.
With this kind of qualification, the cultivation speed is extremely slow. In the eyes of others, he is destined to be unable to become a warrior.
In the past, when Lin Nan was around, those people would not dare to take away his resources even if they were jealous of him. But once Lin Nan disappeared and has been without a trace for three years, those people could not hold back.
Without abundant resources, Lin Mu, who was already weak in talent, became even slower in his cultivation.
The realm of a martial artist is mainly about awakening martial arts, there are ten levels in total. Lin Mu has been practicing since he was five years old. It has been nine years now, but he has only awakened two martial arts veins, and he is still a second-level martial artist.
Although he has been working hard, others only look at the results. His cultivation is low, so others think he is a waste, and no one wants to get close to him. After Lin Nan disappeared, the situation became even worse.
Lin Mu himself knew that the root cause of everything was his own weakness, so he had endured it all this time.
But this time, he couldn't bear it anymore.
Today was the time for Lingfeng Academy to come to Xichuan City for the admissions assessment. Originally, he had average talent and mediocre cultivation, so he didn't have much hope. He just wanted to participate more and went to the ring to compete with others.
Who would have thought that Gao Jianfeng, a disciple of the Gao family, would be so ruthless, and every move was aimed at destroying his cultivation.
If it hadn't been for the fact that in the past nine years, he had slowly improved his cultivation and laid an extremely solid foundation, he might have allowed the opponent to succeed.
What's even more outrageous is that Gao Jianfeng failed to depose him and instead falsely accused him of poisoning, and there were indeed signs of poisoning on his body.
However, except for Lin Mu who was sure that he did not poison him at all, it was probably Gao Jianfeng who put the poison on his body, but no one else believed it, after all, the evidence of the crime was solid.
Immediately afterwards, the examiner of Lingfeng Academy announced on the spot that his qualifications for assessment would be revoked and he would never be hired.
Lingfeng College is the largest college in Tianyuan Mansion, and Xichuan City is only one of the nine cities in Tianyuan Mansion.
As soon as this news came out, Lin Mu's path to advancement was cut off. Lin Mu, who was already looked down upon by others, was now even more avoided.
There was a breeze blowing gently.
It seems to be a normal natural phenomenon, but as a warrior, Lin Mu's perception is far stronger than that of ordinary people.
"Who?" Lin Mu's eyes flashed coldly.
"This loser is really vigilant." As a woman's voice sounded, a man and a woman came out.
Looking at these two people, Lin Mu suddenly showed anger: "Gao Jianfeng, Gao Lanyue, this Meteor Lake is the territory of my Lin family, what are you two brothers and sisters doing here?"
"Come to kill you!" The young man next to Gao Lanyue said coldly.
This person is Lin Mu's most hated enemy, Gao Jianfeng.
Before he finished speaking, Gao Lanyue stabbed Lin Mu with the sharp sword in his hand, as if he had planned it.
"These two people are higher in cultivation than me, not to mention that my spiritual power is exhausted now, and I am no match for these two people. Let's escape first."
Lin Mu's thoughts changed rapidly.
Gao Lanyue is a seventh-level warrior, and Gao Jianfeng is even stronger, an eighth-level warrior.
However, when he was about to move, a numbness like an electric snake suddenly enveloped his whole body.
"My blood..."
"poisoned!"
In an instant, Lin Mu's heart sank.
"laugh!"
His movements became sluggish, and even though Lin Mu tried his best to dodge, Gao Lanyue's sharp sword still cut his arm, and blood spurted out.
"It's Ningxue Powder, Gao Jianfeng. It was indeed you who administered the poison yourself."
As a direct descendant of the Lin family, Lin Mu was very knowledgeable and kept a close eye on Gao Jianfeng.
When Gao Jianfeng was taking the admissions test at Lingfeng College, the poison he was given was Coagulation Powder.
"So what if you know, today is the day when you will die."
Gao Jianfeng looked at Lin Mu as if a cat was playing with a mouse.
Lin Mu knew that the time was tight, and the longer he delayed, the lower his vitality would be, so he made a decisive decision and bit his tongue.
The bloody stinging sensation caused Lin Mu's body to return to normal for a short time.
"Plop!"
The water splashed, and Lin Mu jumped into the lake.
"You little beast, want to escape?"
Gao Jianfeng had a look of anger on his face, and he threw his sword hard at Lin Mu's back.
call out!
The sword's light was cold, like a meteor piercing the void, and it pierced Lin Mu's vest accurately.