"The soul has been able to endure the destructive divine wind for ten minutes."
Before I knew it, the day passed.
The next morning, Lin Mu suddenly looked happy.
This is a huge improvement.
The longer he resists the divine wind of destruction, the longer it takes for him to improve his soul.
Now, every time he practices, he can clearly feel that his soul is getting stronger.
"gentlemen."
At this moment, Montaigne's voice came, and his tone seemed to contain strong anger.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Mu exhaled slowly and said calmly.
"The people from the Iron Blood Alliance are here."
Montaigne said angrily, "He is in the reception hall and told you to go see him."
He also met people from the Iron Blood Alliance yesterday, and his attitude was so good at that time. He never thought that everything would change overnight.
Of course he knew the reason. It was just that these people thought that Lin Mu's martial arts qualifications were only yellow-level and had no future.
He completely despised this.
How could these blind people know what Mr.
How could a terrifying being who possesses the power of the soul only have this qualification?
In his opinion, it must be that Lin Mu did not want to show off his talents, deliberately kept a low profile, and secretly used means to interfere with the test, so that the displayed qualifications were only yellow-level top-grade.
"Let me go see him?"
Lin Mu's eyes turned cold, and then he smiled half-heartedly, "Very good, then I'll go see him."
After going out, Montaigne and Lin Mu complained as they walked toward the living room: "Sir, you didn't see the face of that Iron Blood Alliance disciple. He was so self-righteous that his nostrils were raised to the sky."
"You know who the other party is, right?"
Lin Mu said calmly.
"I know, he's a core disciple of the Iron Group, he seems to be called Xia Yu or something."
Montaigne was indignant, "You are just a ninth-level martial artist. What do you think you are?"
Soon, the two of them arrived at the living room.
In the living room, a long-faced young man sat there, looking down at Lin Mu and Montaigne who came in.
"Lin Mu, you don't want me to wait for you here."
Unexpectedly, before Lin Mu could express his dissatisfaction with the young man's attitude, the other party instead scolded Lin Mu.
"Iron Blood Alliance asked you to come here, didn't you just talk about these nonsense?"
For this kind of person, Lin Mu was too lazy to argue with him.
"What's your attitude?"
The long-faced young man's face sank, "Forget it, I have lost my identity by arguing with people like you. Now you listen to me, I will convey the arrangements and instructions of the Iron Blood Alliance to you."
Lin Mu said nothing and looked at the other party indifferently.
"Lin Mu's qualification evaluation is at the level of an outer disciple. However, since Lin Mu is a perfect martial artist and controls the Divine Fist Club, he is specially promoted to an inner disciple."
The long-faced young man said proudly, "Also, let me tell you, my name is Xia Yu, and I am a core disciple. You'd better be more respectful in front of me from now on."
"Asshole, the core disciples are amazing. People who don't know, would think you are the leader of the Iron-Blooded Alliance."
Montaigne was furious.
"kindness?"
Xia Yu narrowed her eyes sharply and looked at Montaigne coldly, "Do you want to die?"
"Your uncle's"
Montaigne was by no means a good-tempered person, otherwise he would not have been easily angered by Lin Mu.
"Montaigne, stand down."
Before he could react, Lin Mu waved his hand, then looked at Xia Yu, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"Of course."
Xia Yu had a teasing look on his face, "Although you joined our Iron-Blood Alliance, both the Iron Alliance and the Blood Alliance refused to recruit you, so you can only develop on your own in the future."
Lin Mu's expression did not change after hearing this.
"This is the alliance's explanation. In addition, I personally have something to say to you."
Xia Yu continued, "To be honest, I'm very curious about how you, with your pitiful talent, managed to become a perfect martial artist at this age and kill Sun Zheng."
"If you have anything to say, just say it. I'm not interested in trying to figure out what you mean."
Lin Mu said without emotion.
"I never believed that you could kill Sun Zheng. I didn't understand it at first, but now that I see Montaigne, I understand everything. You must have colluded with Montaigne to do something to Sun Zheng in advance, such as the following
Poison and the like, so you can kill Sun Zheng."
Xia Yu raised her chin, as if she had seen through Lin Mu.
"Your imagination is so rich."
Lin Mu laughed dumbly.
"Stop pretending, I'm not interested in how you killed Sun Zheng."
Speaking of this, a flash of greed flashed in Xia Yu's eyes, "I'm just curious about how you cultivated to become a perfect martial artist, so hand over your secrets and surrender to me."
Lin Mu looked at the other party in shock. He never thought that Xia Yu had this idea.
"You have no choice."
Xia Yu thought Lin Mu had been persuaded by him, "No faction in the Iron Blood Alliance wants you now, but as long as you surrender to me, I can keep you safe from now on."
"Hahaha."
Before he finished speaking, Montaigne could not help but laugh.
He knew very well how strong Lin Mu was, but this Xia Yu, who was just a ninth-level martial artist, actually came to ask Lin Mu to join him.
He felt that he had never heard such a funny joke in his life.
"why are you laughing?"
Xia Yu's face turned completely cold. This Montaigne had provoked him many times and didn't give him a lesson, but the other party really didn't know how to restrain himself.
Montaigne ignored him and continued to laugh.
"Xia Yu, have you finished speaking?"
Before Xia Yu could say anything, Lin Mu said coldly.
When Xia Yu heard this, she became even more angry: "What do you mean?"
"Now that we've said it, get out of here."
Lin Mu shook his head. This Xia Yu had a real problem with his IQ. He couldn't even hear such obvious hints.
"Say it again?"
Xia Yu's eyes widened in disbelief.
"roll."
Lin Mu's face turned cold. How could he be interested in wasting time with such a clown?
"court death."
Xia Yu's eyes burst into anger.
"Bi Luo Sword."
Turning his hand, a green long sword fell into his hand.
With fierce murderous intent, he struck directly at Lin Mu with his sword.
Xia Yu is a ninth-level great martial artist, and this Biluo Sword is also a mid-level spiritual weapon. The combination of the two makes it as powerful as a top-level great martial artist.
Unfortunately, he was facing Lin Mu.
Buzz!
The dazzling sword light, like a long river, instantly penetrated the void and seemed to cut Lin Mu in half.
Lin Mu had no expression on his face and punched directly without using any weapon.
"You are asking for death."
Seeing Lin Mu being so arrogant, Xia Yu was angry and happy at the same time.
But before he finished speaking, his face became stiff.
Boom!
Lin Mu's fist was ordinary, like a mortal's fist.
However, with this punch, his sword light was instantly shattered by Lin Mu.
Without giving Xia Yu a chance to react, Lin Mu took a step forward, and the person suddenly appeared in front of Xia Yu like a ghost.
Snapped!
A slap fell hard on Xia Yu's face.
Without warning, Xia Yu's body was slapped on the spot and sent flying.