Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 217 The Long-lost Trash

At this time, the huge preparation area was empty, and there were only a few students left in the four major branches. With Su Qin's defeat, all the 29 freshmen in the East Campus had been wiped out except for Mo Lin. Everyone's eyes were on there. On the lonely figure.

Mo Lin took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and started to move.

He didn't use any agility, nor jumped up to show the demeanor of a strong man above everything, so he walked towards the first arena calmly, since Fang Qiansheng said about this arena in front of everyone It was reserved for himself, and of course Mo Lin would not let him down.

"Lin Mo, how dare you fight me!"

Just as Mo Lin was about to step onto the No. [-] ring under everyone's gaze, Wang Yuan from the No. [-] ring suddenly roared, and a ball of bright red flame condensed into a fiery sword between his fingers, pointing directly at Mo Lin.

"Lin Mo, I, Xu Jing, also want to see your strength. How about we do two tricks?" Xu Jing from Channel [-] also spoke with a smile on his face.

whoosh...

A silver arrow flashed with a shrieking sound of piercing through the air, and penetrated deeply into the stone slab in front of Mo Lin's feet. The exposed tail of the arrow made a humming and trembling sound in the air.

"Lin Mo, how dare you take me to Shangguan without regretting three arrows!"

The three freshmen who met in the Flowing Cloud Mountains that day challenged Mo Lin at the same time.

The surroundings were in chaos, and the students onlookers did not expect that the ring battle would turn into such a situation. As soon as Lin Mo appeared on the stage, he was actually provoked by the three ring masters.

Mo Lin's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at the three people on the ring not far away who were staring at him coldly, with hesitation in his eyes.

Mo Lin had a premonition of the reaction of the three people. They are all proud children of nobles. Whether they are in the Liuyun Mountain Range or in the Lingyuan Pagoda, they all say that they want to teach themselves a lesson in the ring battle. You won't let yourself go easily.

Now, the opportunity has come. In the past three days, Mo Lin has seen several provocative looks from Wang Yuan, but he ignored them.

If it was before cultivating into the iron skin of God and Devil, Mo Lin felt that they could still fight against him. Now, after three days of observation, Mo Lin knew that they had lost the qualification to be his opponent.

Mo Lin smiled faintly, looked away, ignored the provocation of the three, and went directly to the No. [-] ring.

"What a waste, I thought the Shadowless Knife was so powerful, I didn't dare to fight back when I was slapped on the face, and I didn't even dare to accept the challenge, coward!"

"Sigh, it's really shameful, I wasted my feelings for nothing, Lin Mo, if you are a man, kill them for me, and give us ordinary students a good face."

"Yes, Lin Mo, teach them a lesson and let everyone see what a real genius is!"

"Genius, obviously a coward who is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, I really overestimate him."

The crowd boiled up, saying everything. In the eyes of the noble students, Mo Lin's avoidance of the war was a sign of cowardice. Those students who pinned their hopes on him to win the hearts of the common people roared loudly, hoping that Mo Lin Even if they were able to make a move, some people couldn't control their emotions and began to curse.

Mo Lin ignored the reactions of the people around him and came directly to the ring.

"coward!"

The challenger on the stage was a master from the Western Academy. At first, he was a little nervous when he saw Mo Lin approaching him, but now, hearing the contempt and ridicule around him, this young master from a middle-level cultivation sect in Yunlan Kingdom My heart was relieved.

"Don't even dare to accept other people's challenges, and call yourself a commoner genius, in my opinion, he is a waste with a false name!"

"waste?"

Mo Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, he hadn't heard this word for a long time.

Back then in the Unfeeling Sect, because he didn't awaken his martial soul, he became a waste in the mouths of those outer disciples. If there was a level gap between the two sides at that time, and if there was still love, the new student in the west courtyard in front of him was only the peak of a fourth-level martial artist. Molin suddenly felt dumbfounded when he was scolded as a waste by a guy whose cultivation level was lower than his own and who was obviously a year or two older than himself.

"Others can say this, but you... can't."

Mo Lin didn't want to waste any more time, and he didn't have the heart to explain anything to the guy in front of him. In his eyes, this West Academy student was nothing more than a vulnerable ant. Under the circumstances, the best way to prove who is a waste is to Shots, the arena is a place for fighting, not for spitting, the toughness of fists is more effective than any words.

When he said "but", Mo Lin suddenly raised his right palm, and a huge black handprint suddenly appeared in the air. When the word "you" came out, he stretched his arms forward and took a step forward , the huge black handprint suddenly became as heavy as a stone, and it was slowly pushed out.

The freshman in the West Campus didn't expect Mo Lin to make a move as soon as he said it. Feeling the changes in the vitality of the surrounding world, seeing the palm prints in front of him, he sneered. Mo Lin's move was not fast enough to circulate his soul or The time to release the martial spirit to resist, with a low growl, the soul in his body was raised to the extreme in the shortest time, and he punched out.

However, the next moment, Zhou Yun's pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes widened in disbelief. His fist actually pierced through Mo Lin's chest!

"wrong!"

"It's an afterimage!"

The face of this master of the West Academy changed drastically, his indifferent eyes were full of disbelief, the Mo Lin in front of him slowly dissipated, and a fierce wind howled from the side, like a big mountain falling down, the surrounding world instantly darkened down.

"Iron handprint!"

boom!
Amid a dull collision sound, the master of the West Academy flew in response, flying more than 30 meters like a kite with a broken string, and fell hard to the edge of the ring.

Only then did Mo Lin spit out the word 'no' from his mouth.

Whoa!
The surrounding Fengshen Academy disciples were in an uproar, their faces full of shock. This student from the West Academy who had the peak cultivation of a fourth-level martial artist was not Mo Lin's all-in-one enemy, and those mocking voices instantly weakened.

The masters of the Western Academy on the ground, under the fright, didn't have the slightest arrogance, staggered and fled without even daring to turn their heads.

Victory comes that easily.

For a real master, victory or defeat is just a blink of an eye. Mo Lin didn't have the slightest sense of pride after winning. On the old man in robe.

With Mo Lin's easy victory, the guardian battle of Tianjiao's arena came to an end. The purple-robed old man waved his hand, and a college teacher walked up to him holding a mahogany box.

(End of this chapter)