On both sides of the yard, countless arrows shot towards Lin Mu like rain.
Lin Mu didn't even turn his head. He swung the iron sword in his hand easily, and immediately the guards around him were airtight.
"Lin Mu, don't be so presumptuous."
An Iron Fist disciple came out.
"It's the Iron Lion."
"The iron lion is coming,
"This Lin Mu can't be arrogant for long."
Seeing the appearance of the Iron Lion, all the Iron Fist disciples became energetic and wished that the Seventh Elder would immediately take action and defeat Lin Mu.
This Iron Lion is the second disciple of the Iron Fist Society, the senior brother of Iron Leopard and others, and a strong third-level martial artist.
Iron Lion did not disappoint the disciples and took action quickly.
At this time, the news that Qiao Wu and the fifth elder of the Iron Fist Society were killed has not yet spread.
And this Iron Lion is a martial artist. Although he knows that Lin Mu is powerful, as a martial artist, no one has any arrogance.
He believed that even if he was no match for Lin Mu, he could at least withstand one or two moves.
"Lin Mu, the effect of Xingfeng Pill has expired, how dare you come to my Iron Fist Club?"
Iron Lion's eyes were cold, his fists surged with true energy, and he punched Lin Mu violently, "Iron Lion Fist!"
The air in all directions was shaken by the fist wind.
Normally, such an opponent would be enough to give Lin Mu a headache.
But at this moment, with the Blood Fiend Sword entering his body, he didn't even think about using any means to blast it head-on with sheer force alone.
Buzz!
There is nothing fancy about the sword, and there is no subtle sword style at all.
Just like an ordinary person swinging a sword, raising the sword and thrusting out.
Lin Mu himself did not have any attainments in swordsmanship.
He knows how to use a sword now simply because the Blood Fiend Remnant Sword is a sword, and its violent and bloody sword intent has a great impact on him.
But just such a sword, when it meets the iron lion's fist, it is like iron touching porcelain, without any suspense, it will crush everything with overwhelming force.
Poof!
The bloody sword energy broke through the iron lion's fist and directly opened a bloody hole in the latter's palm.
"Wow."
Iron Lion stumbled backwards, looking at his palms in disbelief, then unable to control himself, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"Iron Lion."
Behind him, several more powerful martial arts masters from the Iron Fist Club came out.
Some of these people are Lin Mu's acquaintances, such as Tie Mao and Tie Hu.
But there was another person whom Lin Mu didn't recognize.
This is a tall man with a rather ugly appearance. His strength is also shocking. He is actually a fourth-level martial artist.
However, this just frightened others, and Lin Mu's expression showed no fluctuation at all.
"Big brother."
Seeing this man, Tie Shi and Tie Mao all showed respect, while Tie Shi's face was full of shame.
Other disciples were equally in awe and called him "elder brother" one after another.
Behind the crowd, Tie Wuya and Yinlongcheng hurriedly walked in. When they saw this scene, they both stopped.
"No need to take action for now."
Tie Wuya waved his hand to stop everyone.
"This guy is the top disciple of your Iron Fist Club, Tie Ying?"
Yin Longcheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's very good. No wonder even those guys from the Silver Fist Club are interested in him."
"Iron Eagle is indeed outstanding."
Arrogance and relief appeared on Tie Wuya's face, "He has no shortage of talents and means. As long as he grows up for a few more years, given time, it will be a matter of time before he can surpass me."
"Can he deal with Lin Mu?"
Silver Dragon City was a little worried.
He hates Lin Mu, which also shows that Lin Mu left a deep impression on him. Although he has heard of the name Iron Eagle, he has never seen its power with his own eyes.
"Young Master Yin may not know that a year ago, Tie Ying and Qiao Niansheng actually fought against each other once. As a result, Tie Ying only started to fall at a disadvantage after the tenth move."
A deacon from the Iron Fist Club said proudly.
"Oh? He also fought against Qiao Niansheng?"
Silver Dragon City couldn't help but be moved.
Qiao Niansheng's name is not only popular in Tianyuan City, but also in the entire Baishi Prefecture.
The Tianyuan candidate's successor has Red Lotus martial arts bloodline and blue-level martial arts bloodline, all of which give him too much a mysterious aura.
To this day, people don't know how strong Qiao Niansheng is.
And Silver Dragon City clearly remembers that even some geniuses in the Silver Fist Club attach great importance to Qiao Niansheng.
The high-level officials in the meeting also made extraordinary comments about him, saying that he was qualified to be ranked among the top ten among the young generation of Baishi Prefecture.
"Lin Mu, in this Tianyuan City, apart from Qiao Niansheng and Han Luofei, you are the only rookie who is qualified for me to take a serious look at you."
On the other side, Tie Ying looked at Lin Mu solemnly, "But you shouldn't kill Tie Bao, let alone come to the Iron Fist Club."
"roll!"
Lin Mu didn't even raise his eyelids and uttered a single word.
"presumptuous."
"Arrogant person."
Before Tie Ying could express his stance, all the Iron Fist disciples behind him were already angry.
"You are crazier than the rumors say."
Tie Ying was not surprised at all, "Well, today you and I will take advantage of this opportunity to show off..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a scream.
"Um?"
Tie Ying's eyes suddenly focused, and he saw that Lin Mu's figure had disappeared from the place, and there was another figure in the crowd of Iron Fist Club.
"spread."
Making a decisive decision, Tie Ying issued the order.
But even though Tie Ying reacted quickly, there were still five Iron Fist disciples who had no time to escape and were killed by Lin Mu.
"Everyone listens to the order and sets up the iron fist formation."
Tie Ying did not feel contempt for Lin Mu alone, and gave the order cautiously.
Teng Teng Teng...
All the Iron Fist disciples present immediately moved quickly and quickly formed a fist-shaped formation according to a specific direction.
"Punch."
Tie Ying drank coldly.
"drink!"
Immediately, all the disciples in the boxing formation punched Lin Mu in unison.
Bang bang bang!
Countless punches hit Lin Mu overwhelmingly, covering every part of Lin Mu's body.
The strong wind whipped up, causing Lin Mu's clothes to dance violently. His skin and flesh were also constantly fluctuating under the pressure of the fist, and even dented in some places.
Facing such intensive attacks, Lin Mu was not afraid. He held the iron sword with both hands and then turned it sharply.
Buzz!
The iron sword immediately spun crazily between Lin Mu's hands.
A waterfall-like bloody sword energy spurted out instantly, violently colliding with the surrounding fists.
For a time, the boxing formation formed by hundreds of people was unable to do anything to Lin Mu.
"This Lin Mu is really much stronger than he was at Niutou Peak."
Tie Wuya's expression darkened.
"Gang Leader, have you noticed that this little beast's eyes are always blood red, something seems wrong."
A thin old man with a wretched appearance stood behind Tie Wuya, frowning and thinking.
This old man's name is Iron Fox, and he is the think tank of the Iron Fist Club.
"Um?"
Tie Wuya looked at Lin Mu carefully and said with strange eyes, "That's true..."
Before he could figure it out, Silver Dragon City spoke impatiently: "Tie Gang Leader, can those people under you do it? There are hundreds of people, and they have formed a large formation, but they can't even hurt that little beast for a long time."