"You really have the nerve to show up, but do you think you can save anything this way? It's ridiculous. You will look even more embarrassed when you are defeated miserably." The fourth elder sneered.
"It's a pity that Mi Zong Wuhen has not yet succeeded in cultivation."
Lin Mu sighed secretly, because the clan meeting had begun, he had to interrupt his practice of this martial art.
"Lin Mu!"
Suddenly, a roar broke out from the crowd.
The speaker's eyes were red and filled with hatred. Who else could he be if he wasn't Lin Feilong?
Lin Mu paused slightly and looked at him calmly.
"You are so shy, why don't you continue to hide? If you have the ability, you won't even attend the clan meeting!" Lin Feilong sneered: "I've never seen someone like you before. Because I'm afraid of my brother, I haven't even dared to show my face for half a month.
, is this still the same madman who wanted to challenge my brother with great agitation?"
"Huh, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it? My general is defeated." Lin Mu looked indifferent and said sarcastically: "People who don't know, think you want to fight me."
"Damn it." Lin Feilong clenched his fists with a ferocious face, but after a while he calmed down, "My brother's matter is of course related to me, and I want to tell you today whether you dare to make a bet with me.
"In this clan meeting, if you and my brother meet, if you lose, you will kneel down and get into my brother's crotch. Do you dare?"
"What if I win?" Lin Mu's eyes showed a little chill.
"You won? Hahaha..." Lin Feilong laughed.
Many of the family members around him also burst into laughter.
Lin Feishu was one of the top five strong men in his family. Everyone thought that Lin Mu's fight with him would be like shaking a tree, so his words were extremely ridiculous.
"If I win, you don't have to kneel down, just give me five thousand gold coins." Lin Mu didn't feel angry at all, and his tone was calm.
Lin Mu felt that asking the brothers to kneel down was meaningless to him. Instead of doing this, it would be better to get some practical benefits.
"Five thousand gold coins? Who do you think you are? You are worth five thousand gold coins?" Lin Feilong suddenly woke up and looked at Lin Mu like a madman.
"Don't you dare?" Lin Mu said calmly, "Or do you actually feel in your heart that your brother may not win against me?"
"Okay, I'll make a bet with you." Lin Feilong gritted his teeth and said, "A guy like you still wants to beat my brother? Even if you practice for another hundred years, you can only dream."
Seeing him like this, Lin Mu suddenly felt a little unhappy, and suddenly laughed: "We've already made a bet, why don't we make a bet? Last time I defeated you with one move, and this time at the clan meeting, we will do the same."
It's a promise. If you can't resist, give me another three thousand gold coins. On the other hand, if you can hold on, I'll let you handle it. How about that?"
"Hahaha, Lin Mu, you brought this to your door yourself." Lin Feilong's eyes flashed with a hint of conspiracy, and he said solemnly: "Then it's settled, then I want to see how you do.
Crying and begging me..."
"Okay, now that everyone is here, please calm down." On the high platform, Lin Zheng interrupted the fight between the two, "Now I announce that the family martial arts competition has officially begun."
After announcing the start of the clan meeting, Lin Zheng sat down.
The great elder, who rarely appeared in public, stood up at this time, looked around and said: "I don't need to say more about the rules of the clan association. If anyone hasn't read it carefully, they can leave directly now. What I want to say next is
The content of the competition."
"The family martial arts competition is divided into preliminaries, battles, semi-finals and finals. What we are going to do today is the preliminaries. The preliminaries will consist of three hundred and five students with lower rankings in the past and those who have not participated in the clan competition.
Thirteen disciples, the top one hundred will be selected."
"The top 100 members of the last clan meeting will be promoted directly without participating in the preliminary round. Now I will announce the list of the preliminary round."
The Great Elder's pre-setting was gentle, but without any nonsense, he announced the battle information one by one in an orderly manner.
"Lin Mu, fight stage No. 9, fight against Lin Cheng."
Soon, Lin Mu heard his battle information.
When Lin Mu arrived at the competition stage No. 9, there was already a strong young man standing on it.
Staring at Lin Mu, Lin Cheng had an unyielding look in his eyes: "Lin Mu, I know you have been very popular recently, but this doesn't mean anything. If you want to defeat me, you have to show your true ability."
"I'll give you a chance to strike first." Lin Mu's expression remained unchanged.
This Lin Cheng's cultivation level is not weak, he is a fourth-level warrior, but unfortunately, he is doomed to fail if he fights against him.
"Pai Shan Zhang!"
Lin Cheng's eyes revealed a cold light, and his spiritual power surged rapidly, forming a layer of earthy yellow light around his palms.
This palm is so powerful that even a fifth-level warrior must go all out.
However, to the surprise of everyone near the competition stage, Lin Mu actually stood there without any reaction.
"You are seeking death on your own, you can't blame me." A touch of excitement appeared on Lin Cheng's face.
Originally, Lin Cheng was really not sure about facing Lin Mu, but Lin Mu's "careless" behavior gave him hope of victory.
Is Lin Mu really careless?
No, just dealing with an opponent like Lin Cheng, he didn't need to spend any energy at all.
"Puerbu Fist."
It wasn't until Lin Cheng's palm was almost close to his chest that he turned his body slightly to one side, and at the same time stretched out his right hand like lightning and punched out.
Bang!
Lin Cheng's palm brushed against Lin Mu's clothes, and Lin Mu's fist hit his armpit.
Boom!
Lin Cheng's body hit the guardrail, rolled over, and fell outside the competition ring.
"Contest Stage No. 9, Lin Mu wins!"
The referee's voice was very calm.
Although many of the family members watching the match were a little surprised, they were not surprised at all. After all, Lin Cheng was not a master.
In the next match, the opponent is weaker, a third-level warrior.
There is no need to take action, the opponent will immediately admit defeat.
After that, Lin Mu won easily in five consecutive games. His opponents either surrendered on their own initiative or were defeated by him with one move.
"Tch, you will bully the weak. It's the preliminaries now. We can't even see a few fifth-level warriors. It doesn't matter if we win."
A few people began to take Lin Mu's performance seriously, but more people still disdained it.
A remote corner offstage.
"Lin Tiefeng, have you thought about it?" Lin Feilong whispered: "With your strength, even if you enter the battle competition, you won't get any ranking. You might as well cooperate with me. No matter whether you succeed or not, I will give it to you.
Five hundred gold coins."
Lin Tiefeng's expression changed for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth: "Okay, I promise you."
"I really saw you right." Lin Feilong suddenly laughed and looked at the No. 9 competition platform, "Lin Mu, fight with me? You are still young."
In the seventh and eighth games, Lin Mu was unstoppable and continued his winning streak.
Finally, it’s game nine.
If Lin Mu wins this game again, it will be his ninth consecutive victory and he can advance directly.
In this match, Lin Mu met his first decent opponent, the fifth-level warrior Lin Tiefeng.
"Lin Tiefeng, give in."
Lin Mu was not interested in fighting anymore. To him, a fifth-level warrior was not much different from a fourth-level warrior.
"Losing? This is not certain."
An elusive light flashed in Lin Tiefeng's eyes.
"Overlord Hammer!"
His boxing skills were very arrogant, and a strong and powerful wind hit Lin Mu's head.
"Lin Tiefeng's strength is not weak, and this Overlord Hammer is a top-grade martial art. I wonder who will win against Lin Mu?"
"I don't think he is Lin Mu's opponent. After all, Lin Mu has defeated Lin Feilong no matter what."
"Yes, now I'm curious about how many moves Lin Tiefeng can hold on to."
Everyone stared closely at the competition stage.
"Puerbu Fist!"
Lin Mufeng was calm and calm, and he still punched without any fancy.
What no one expected was that just when the two fists were about to collide, Lin Tiefeng's palm suddenly opened and a piece of powder spilled out.
This incident happened so suddenly that many family members in the audience were shocked.
Even the referee was stunned and did not react.
"die!"
Lin Mu had an angry look on his face. As an alchemist, he could tell instantly that the powder was poisonous powder.
Using poison so blatantly in the ring means that even if he wins, it is impossible to advance. It is obvious that Lin Tiefeng's purpose is just to poison himself. This makes Lin Mu not angry.
Bang!
With one punch, Lin Tiefeng flew directly out of the competition stage and fell into the crowd more than ten meters away.
"Pfft." Lin Tiefeng raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, passing out on the spot.
The referee did not look at Lin Tiefeng, and hurriedly walked onto the competition stage, squatted down and looked at the powder for a moment, and said with a sullen face: "This is moonvine powder. Those who get it are prone to headaches and weakness in limbs. It is not a highly poisonous thing, but in the next seven days,
It will be difficult to condense the spiritual power, so this medicine is also called loose spirit powder."
"Spirit powder?"
The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of other senior family members, and many elders gathered over.
"It's vile, extremely vile. During the competition, poison was actually used. I suggest that Lin Tiefeng be disqualified from the competition and be punished as a handyman for three years." The seventh elder said sternly, shocked and angry.
Although the other elders were also surprised, they were not angry. Some even felt gloating about his misfortune.
"Such behavior cannot be tolerated, just as the Seventh Elder said." Lin Zheng did not object. This kind of thing happened in full view of the public, and even he could not cover it up.
The discussion under the competition stage was even more noisy.
"It's actually a spiritual powder."
"Shenling powder is indeed not very poisonous. If you are poisoned by this poison in normal times, you only need to rest for seven days and you will be fine. But now, during the family martial arts competition, you can't even wait for one day, let alone seven days."
"It's over. This Lin Mu is completely over. I was still looking forward to his next performance, but I didn't expect that he got the spirit powder. No need to look any further, he will definitely lose the next game."
"The only one to blame is Lin Mu himself. He was too arrogant and offended too many people. Lin Tiefeng knew at a glance that he was being instigated by others. Although Lin Tiefeng lost this battle, it also cut off Lin Mu's hope of promotion."
"This is retribution. Didn't he like to use poison in the past? Now he has been poisoned by others. He deserves it..."
His ears were filled with all kinds of discussions, but Lin Mu's heart was calm.
Spirit powder?
Without any effort on his part, the devouring power of "Bei Ming Jue" easily devoured this weak poison.
Moreover, even if there was no "Bei Ming Jue" and he inherited the memory of the alchemy master, he would not be harmed by such a low-grade poison. There are many ways to deal with it.
However, Lin Tiefeng made it clear that he was just a chess piece being used, and there must be someone behind him.
Based on his speculation, this black hand is probably Lin Feilong.
With a thought in his heart, Lin Mu simply resorted to a trick and pretended to be weak and poisoned.
"On stage seven, Lin Mu wins and passes the qualifying round."
The referee's announcement was full of sighs.
Many people also had flashing eyes. In their eyes, although Lin Mu advanced to the battle, he would be eliminated in the first battle if he got the spirit powder.
Lin Mu controlled his inner emotions and walked down the stage expressionlessly.
"Little bastard, do you feel very good? Hahaha, when the battle begins, I will make you feel even more comfortable." Lin Feilong walked over and laughed unscrupulously.
"We'll see."
Lin Mu glanced at him and turned around to leave.
"Hmph, I'll let you be cool for a while longer, and I'll make you look good tomorrow." Lin Feilong snorted coldly, his eyes full of venom.