Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 189

Mo Lin was panting heavily. When he found Zhao Qiang, he just saw that assassin raising his sword to kill someone. Before he could think about it, the hidden sharp knife in his waist was thrown out like a flying knife, and he killed No.3 in one fell swoop. killer.

A Resurrection Pill was sent into Zhao Qiang's mouth.

There were more than 30 wounds on Zhao Qiang's body, and there were seven or eight fatal wounds alone. While bandaging his wounds, Mo Lin was secretly startled, and couldn't help admiring him.

"This guy is really a tough guy."

Mo Lin didn't know how Zhao Qiang persisted until now. From the wound, he could imagine how fierce the battle was. It wasn't just that a fourth-level martial artist could kill two of them under the siege of three fifth-level martial artists. A martial artist with the false name of 'genius' can do it.

After bandaging Zhao Qiang's wound, Mo Lin began to treat his own.

There were seventy or eighty wounds on his body, all of which were left by Long Fei's fist and that black rapier. Most of these wounds were flesh wounds, but there were a few that were enough to affect Mo Lin's moves and fights. .

Half an hour later, Mo Lin stood up from the ground. His body was already covered with bandages. When he looked around, a spot of light in the depths of his soul suddenly flickered and disappeared.

"kindness?"

Mo Lin was stunned for a moment, and only then remembered what the light spot meant.

Since Yin-Yang Wuhun turned on the enhanced mode, every time the mirror image clone summoned Mo Lin's soul, a light spot representing his position and existence would appear.

In the past, the mirror image clone would automatically follow and protect him, but after strengthening his intelligence and comprehending the skill of feigning death, the clone seemed to have its own thinking and fighting style.

The disappearance of the light spot means that the existence time of the avatar is over. Mo Lin didn't think about why the avatar could stay several miles away from him. He first came to the unconscious killer and found that he was dying. He wanted to revive him and asked a few words, but Mo Lin finally gave up when he realized that there was no other medicine except the Resurrection Pill that could revive him.

The killers all carried storage bags, and when they died, they all became Mo Lin's trophies. Mo Lin had no intention of burying the enemy's corpses, and the stomachs of monsters in the mountains would become their best graves.

Finding a cave around, Mo Lin settled the unconscious Zhao Qiang, and then returned to the scene where he fought Long Fei.

Several storage bags and six pieces of torn clothes were scattered on the ground, and the bodies of Long Fei and others had disappeared.

Seeing the strange disappearance of the corpse that was lying on the ground an hour ago, Mo Lin frowned. After searching around but not finding any clues, he put away the storage bag and the weapons left by several people, Back to the cave.

"Where did the corpse go? Was it eaten by a monster?"

Sitting in the cave, Mo Lin couldn't figure it out. He knew that one of the six people was knocked out by him with only a broken arm, and he didn't die, but even he was gone.

"It can't be a monster."

Mo Lin quickly denied his conjecture.

There were no traces of beasts biting around, and the clothes were neatly arranged, as if people had disappeared out of thin air. After thinking for a while and not getting a reasonable explanation, Mo Lin put this doubt behind him. After losing that mysterious killer team, I couldn't help but feel excited and proud.

"When the trial is over, report this matter to the academy and see how many honor points there are on these tokens."

Mo Lin took out an animal skin pocket found in the killer's deep mountain, and poured out hundreds of tokens from it. The special mark on the token showed that there were old students and new students. Mo Lin randomly took out one, and entered soul yuan.

"897!"

"956!"

"1472!"

Eye-catching numbers appeared in front of Mo Lin's eyes. The honor points of these tokens together exceeded 20, and the largest piece was more than 1!

Mo Lin didn't hesitate, took out half of it for Zhao Qiang, and transferred the rest to his own token, and his honor points quickly exceeded 15.

……

In front of the main gate of the Fengshen Hall, around the crystal wall of the East Courtyard, suddenly there was a thunderous exclamation.

"17, 17, haha, Lin Mo's honor points have reached 17!"

The black butcher's face turned into a flower with a smile, and the surrounding teachers from the east courtyard also applauded, all of them were pleasantly surprised.

The exclamation here quickly attracted the attention of the other three colleges. Bai Limei, the dean of the South College, and Chen Qianji, the dean of the West College, quickly came over. After seeing the honor point behind Mo Lin's name, they were completely surprised Believe your eyes.

"17, how is this possible!"

The second big competition has just started for five or six days. Even Chen Ke'er, the first in the South Court, and Yin Sandao, the first in the West Court, only got more than 4. Mo Lin alone has more honor points than this There are more top ten people in the two branches combined, and anyone would be shocked.

Huang Tiejia stood in front of the crystal wall in the north courtyard, his gaze just shifted from the names of the other freshmen to the number behind Fang Qiansheng.

"Fifty-eight thousand and ninety-nine, this second round of competition, the first place must be Qiansheng, but why haven't the others changed?"

The second competition of Fengshen Academy is actually a hunting game.

A group of ten senior college students acted as hunters, and the freshmen were the prey in their eyes.

But there are always some prey that are extremely fierce, with the ability to directly confront the hunters, and even turn the hunter into a prey to crush at will. Fang Qiansheng is undoubtedly the most powerful one among them.

Fang Qiansheng has the cultivation base of a fifth-level martial artist and is extremely talented. He ranks among the top three disciples of the younger generation of the Fang family. The team also has the strength to fight.

What's more, he is not fighting alone. Long before the trial, he has gathered a team of ten people. All the members are the elite freshmen in the North Academy. If this second round of competition is really regarded as a hunting They are the real hunters, so the teachers and students of the North School don't have to worry about someone being able to get ahead of them.

However, as the dean, Huang Tiejia has great ambitions. Apart from Fang Qiansheng, who is firmly ranked first, he hopes that more people can be among the top. The object of focus, but unexpectedly, it has been five days since Dabi, and the honor points of a few guys he thought would quickly break into the top ten have never changed!
"What do these guys want to do? Do you still want to preserve your strength and explode in the last few days? Don't you know that old students will only fight less and less. If you can't get a good ranking, see how I will deal with you."

Huang Tiejia's face was calm, but he was a little annoyed. At this moment, he heard cheers from the East Courtyard.

"Then what is the little blackie arguing about?"

With no outsiders, Huang Tiejia directly called him the nickname he gave to Black Butcher.

"I heard that there's a guy in the East Campus who already has 17 honor points." A teacher replied.

"What? 17 million?"

Huang Tiejia thought he had heard it wrong, and the expression on his face, which had never shown signs of emotion or anger, froze for a moment, "How is this possible, the hidden life is less than [-], who is that person, did you hear wrong?"

"Dean, there's no mistake, it's really 17!" A student from the inner courtyard hurried over, "That guy is the only freshman who made it into the top ten in the first round of the Eastern Academy, Lin Mo."

(End of this chapter)