Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 2 Counterattack
Mo Lin didn't speak, and wanted to turn around, but Zhang Feng suddenly stretched out his arm to stop him, "Kneel down!"

"What did you say?" Mo Lin narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I want you to kneel down!"

Zhang Feng suddenly slapped Mo Lin on the face: "You Mo family village dare to compete with our Zhang family for hunting grounds, I will abolish you, the patriarch's son first! Kneel down!"

Many disciples gathered around to watch the excitement. The Mo family and the Zhang family had been fighting over the hunting ground for many years. Many people had heard of the enmity between the two families. Seeing Zhang Feng bullying Mo Lin again, they all smiled to see how it would end.

Mo Lin took a deep breath and said, "I'll bear with you again and again, don't bully me too much."

"Too much? I just bullied you, how about it!"

Enraged, Zhang Feng punched him.He is the most mediocre talent among the disciples of the Zhang family. He is often bullied by others, and he can't beat any Mo family who has some strength, so he can only bully Mo Lin.

But just halfway through the punch, Mo Lin's hand caught him in the air, and his fist with the other hand hit Zhang Feng's nose hard, directly smashing the bridge of his nose, and blood spurted out immediately out.

Zhang Feng screamed and squatted on the ground clutching his nose, tears, blood and snot dripping down in handfuls.The people around were all dumbfounded. They didn't expect that this trash who hadn't awakened his martial soul dared to fight back, and even wounded Zhang Feng with a single punch.

Although it was a sneak attack, the martial artist who broke through the soul vein was far superior to ordinary people in terms of reaction speed and vigilance. How could he succeed?

The severe pain made Zhang Feng go crazy. After all, he was a first-level martial artist. He stood up from the ground reluctantly, and roared, "Mo Lin, I will kill you!" A sharp dagger appeared in his hand, it was Zhang Feng's Sword and Dagger Martial Spirit, which ruthlessly pierced Mo Lin's chest.

Mo Lin snorted coldly, stepped back, dodged the dagger, and then rushed forward, with his knee hard on Zhang Feng's stomach. He had already opened his soul vein at this moment, and his strength and speed were similar to Zhang Feng's. The experience of being a special soldier in his previous life has created his superb martial arts skills. In terms of close combat, not to mention Zhang Feng, even inner disciples who are proficient in martial arts cannot compare with him.

Snapped!Peng!Boom!
With a series of punches and kicks on the top of the knees, Zhang Feng was beaten to the point of collapse like a dead leaf in a storm, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood before passing out without holding on a few times.

"Warrior, Mo Lin has become a warrior!"

"He turned out to be a warrior!"

People around saw the strangeness and screamed.

"Impossible, hasn't he not awakened his martial soul?"

"Didn't you see the strength and speed of his punches? How could he defeat Zhang Feng without being a warrior!"

The difference in strength between a martial artist and a martial artist is like clouds and mud. At the beginning, Mo Lin tolerated everything because he was already determined to die, and secondly, he couldn't beat Zhang Feng at all due to the gap in the realm. This feeling is hopeless , but it’s the iron law of this world, if you don’t have the strength, if you want to survive, you have to swallow your anger and behave like a human being with your tail between your legs.

Hearing the discussions around, Mo Lin looked around, and said coldly: "Don't be a bully, don't go too far, keep things to a minimum, ten years in the east of the river, ten years in the west of the river, no one can say whether it will be windy or rainy tomorrow. "

After finishing speaking, Mo Lin ignored the stunned crowd and walked outside the martial arts arena.

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The Unfeeling Sect is very large, and all disciples of the sect have special training places. Although Mo Lin did not enter the inner sect, his father is the head of the Mojia Village, and he is a former genius. The sect has prepared an exquisite small place for him. The courtyard is used as a place of practice.

After returning to his residence, Mo Lin took a shower, changed into a clean set of clothes, filled his stomach indiscriminately, and then walked towards the Martial Arts Pavilion.

The Martial Skills Pavilion is an important place for the sect, and there are countless cultivation methods and martial arts stored there. The guard of the Martial Skills Pavilion is a thin, withered old man in gray clothes, who looks sick all day long.

Zongmen disciples call him Old Sun. Although no one has ever seen him show his strength, most people can guess that he must be one of the few elders in the Zongmen, otherwise he would never be sent to guard the martial arts. Such an important place as the pavilion.

There are many people who come to choose martial arts every day.

It is the most crowded time in the morning.

When Mo Lin reached the door, there was already a long queue in front of him. He stood behind the line and walked slowly with his head down. When he got to the side of Old Sun, the old man suddenly stopped him.

"stop."

Merlin stopped in his tracks.

"Why haven't I seen you before?" Elder Sun asked lazily.

Mo Lin was secretly startled. There are thousands of disciples who enter and leave the Martial Skills Pavilion every day in Unfeeling Valley. This old man can tell at a glance that he is a newcomer.

"This disciple has just awakened his martial soul and wants to go to the Martial Skills Pavilion to choose a book of martial arts. Senior, please accommodate me." Mo Lin saluted politely.

Elder Sun looked Mo Lin up and down, "Release your martial spirit."

Mu Yang agreed, flipped his palm, and the Ivy Spirit appeared out of thin air.

"It turned out to be a plant-type martial spirit."

Someone next to him laughed out loud.

"Another useless martial soul, no wonder he shrinks his head and has no face to face people."

"It would be great if it was Ganoderma lucidum, what can a broken mountain vine do? I think it's good for binding firewood when cutting firewood."

"Ha ha……"

The surrounding disciples made no secret of the ridicule in their words.

It's no wonder that among the five major series of spirits, the plant spirit is indeed known as the waste spirit. The reason is that the other four spirits have a restraining effect on the plant spirit, and the sharpness of the weapon spirit can easily destroy the plant spirit. Severing the Wuhun, the fangs and sharp claws of the beast Wuhun can also tear the plant Wuhun, not to mention the wind, fire, thunder and lightning of the elemental Wuhun.

Mo Lin didn't take it seriously either, he had already guessed how the people around him would react after releasing the martial spirit, but when the guard of the pavilion saw his martial spirit, his eyes suddenly flashed twice, and he got up from his chair. Standing up, he couldn't look away from the ivy.

"senior."

Mo Lin's heart became tense when the old man looked at him, and he couldn't help shouting. The disciples in front of the door also saw that the old man's reaction was a little strange, and they all held their breath and stared at the ivy in Mu Yang's hand, but no matter how they looked at it, they couldn't help it. Can't see any difference.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Old Sun's eyelids drooped slowly, he sat back in his chair talking to himself, and beckoned Mo Lin to enter the pavilion.The surrounding disciples also had a false alarm, heaved a sigh of relief, and went into the pavilion.

"Senior, do you know what kind of martial spirit this is?"

Mo Lin noticed Elder Sun's reaction and did not leave in a hurry, so he asked.

"I thought it was the Immortal Immortal Vine, but it doesn't seem to be the case. Plant-type martial spirits are not easy to cultivate, and you need to put in twice as much effort to achieve success. On the bookshelf in the northwest corner of the first floor, there is a copy of "Wildfire Sword Technique". If you are interested, you can try it." Sun Lao said lightly.

Mo Lin was overjoyed, and hurriedly thanked him. As a special soldier of the earth who has been a man for two generations, he naturally saw that Old Sun was by no means an ordinary person. After entering the Martial Arts Pavilion, Mo Lin went straight to the bookshelf in the northwest corner, and he saw the "Wildfire Sword Art" .

The martial arts in the Shanhai Continent are divided into six levels from low to high in power: Huang, Xuan, Earth, Heaven, and the legendary Saint and God. Each level is divided into upper, middle and lower ranks. The first floor stores the lowest-level yellow-level martial arts for outer disciples to practice, the second floor stores mysterious-level martial arts, and only inner disciples are eligible to borrow them. As for earth-level martial arts, there is only one set in Unfeeling Valley, and it does not It is placed on the third floor but hidden in a secret place, regarded as the treasure of the clan, and only those who have the qualifications of the successor of the clan can practice.

The "Wildfire Knife Technique" that Sun Lao said was just a low-grade Huang-level martial art. Mo Lin put it in his arms first, and then looked at other martial arts.

The first-level martial artist who broke through a soul vein can only practice Huang-level low-grade martial arts due to physical limitations, and there is nothing for Mo Lin to choose. According to his own preferences, he chose another "Kaishan Fist" and left go out.

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three days later.

In a secluded forest in the Valley of Unrequited Love, a young man in blue cloth was violently waving his fists at a big tree with thick human legs. It snapped and crashed down.

The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a look of joy appeared on his delicate face.

"It seems that the power of this Mountain Opening Fist is not bad. It can break a big tree just by practicing it to the Dacheng state. It is not difficult to open mountains and crack rocks if it is cultivated to the Great Perfection."

The young man was Mo Lin. Looking at the fallen tree, he took out a steel knife from a nearby branch. With a sound of waves, the steel knife came out of its sheath and turned into a cold light towards the thickest branch of the fallen tree. branches cut off.

The light of the knife flashed away, and the branch broke instantly and flew into the air. The disappearing light of the knife suddenly burst into thousands of fiery red knife flowers, facing the flying branch, and countless hisses gathered into one piece. The emerald green leaves were cut into hundreds of pieces in a few seconds and scattered on the ground, like a rain of green flowers.

Mo Lin didn't stop, and cut off a branch and lifted it into the air, repeating the same trick, and in less than a quarter of an hour, a big tree was left with only a bare trunk, surrounded by debris of branches and leaves. .

This is the most powerful move in the "Wildfire Sword Technique" newly learned by Mo Lin - Fen Tian.

(End of this chapter)