Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 227 Next time, remember to fly higher
"Qiansheng, could it be that Lin Mo awakened the flying martial soul among the beast martial souls? Or did he also carry a long-range attack crossbow?"

As expected of the scheming Patriarch of the Fang family, he immediately thought of the cards that Mo Lin might have and how to deal with Xu Jing.

Fang Qiansheng shook his head, and the scene of being killed after the scale armor of the killer leader of the Liuyun Mountain Range flashed through his mind, deliberately selling it off.

"Grandpa, just wait and see."

Most people were worried for Mo Lin, especially the commoner students, and some cheered for Xu Jing, among them were mainly the noble children, and the students from the North College where he was.

Among the rest of the people, the stable Wuxiu watched on coldly, watching Mo Lin's reaction, but without exception, they all felt that Mo Lin's chances of making a comeback were slim.

However, besides Fang Qiansheng, there were 60 or [-] people in the crowd who showed sympathy in their eyes.

What they sympathized with was not Mo Lin, but Xu Jing.

These people were exactly the group of freshmen who were rescued by Mo Lin back then. They saw with their own eyes the scene where the scale armor was lifted into the air and was killed. At that time, the leader of the killer seemed to be flying higher than Xu Jing.

Merlin finally made a move.

He doesn't give much thought and reaction to those around him.

Seeing Xu Jing standing in mid-air holding a chain crossbow, his face filled with the triumphant look of winning, ready to tease him as an arrow target, Mo Lin suddenly jumped up, his body was just off the ground, with five souls on his head The ring disappeared in a flash, and the Ivy Wuhun was released!

Two emerald green thin vines tore through the night, and flew up into the air soundlessly. When Xu Jing realized something was wrong, it was too late to take off to avoid it.

clap clap!

The green vines whipped on Xu Jing's martial soul, and then entangled the wings of Lei Ying's martial soul at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and tightened suddenly, only two crisp clicks were heard, and three meters How wide the light golden martial soul wings were torn into pieces, and the phantom of Lei Ying disappeared with a loud crash!
Losing the driving force of the martial soul, Xu Jing turned pale in shock, and his body began to fall rapidly. He hurriedly activated the soul element, and released the martial soul again, but just as he stabilized his falling body, Mo Lin's martial soul that had not yet dissipated entangled him again. Although Lei Ying's wings were not able to defeat Lei Ying this time, they were bound tightly and could not be flapped at all!
At the same time, Mo Lin's knife arrived...

A gorgeous sword glow tore through the night and landed on Xu Jing's body.

shhhhhh...

Amidst the rapid sound of piercing through the air, the six arrows in the chain crossbow were shot out in one go.

In mid-air, sparks splashed in all directions, soul essence surged, Han Tie Dao and Xu Jing's iron palms collided dozens of times in a very short period of time, accompanied by a muffled groan, a figure smashed hard like a kite with a broken thread Facing the ground, the solid arena made of bluestone slabs was smashed out with cobweb-like cracks.

Immediately after the falling figure, another cyan figure hit the previous falling figure like a meteor, making an earth-shaking roar.

……

Xu Jing lay on the ground.

Cross your hands in front of your chest.

His clothes were ragged, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his eyes were full of shock and unwillingness.

Mo Lin was holding a cold iron knife, the tip of which was less than half a foot away from Xu Jing's throat.

He stepped on the arm on Xu Jing's chest with his right foot, condescendingly, stared at him expressionlessly, and said a word slowly.

"Next time, you have to fly higher."

……

Xu Jing lost.

Lost too quickly.

Just when everyone thought that he had absolute superiority in the air, Mo Lin's ivy snapped off his wings from the air.

Many people felt that Xu Jing was aggrieved by defeat.

Some people were shocked by Mo Lin's terrifying strength.

But more people paid attention to Mo Lin's martial soul.

"Mutated ivy?"

The deans of the four major branches all saw the scene of Mo Lin releasing the martial spirit, and Chen Qianji, the dean of the West School, frowned. In Fengshen Academy, eight to nine out of ten students in the West School are the owners of plant spirits and mutant spirits. The dean, Chen Qianji, possesses a rare mutated martial spirit, Huanxian Vine, but even with the strength of his martial spirit, he can't easily disperse Xu Jing's Thunder Eagle martial spirit.

"Even the mutated ivy can't have such strong toughness and entanglement power, it's almost as fast as the cage lock."

Chen Qianji frowned, guessing the type of Mo Lin's martial soul, but in the end he found nothing. At least in his impression, he had never seen any plant martial soul with such tenacious entanglement power.

"This is... how is it possible!"

At some point, he had already returned to the top floor of the Fengshen Hall, and Gong Jiuge, who was leaning on the window to watch Mo Lin's battle, widened his eyes fiercely. Chen Qianji couldn't recognize what Mo Lin's ivy was, but he was no stranger to it.

"Isn't the Ye family hiding from the world? How could it be possible to send disciples to Fengshen Academy! Did that old guy change his mind? Impossible."

"If it wasn't for the Ye family, how could it be possible to have a cage lock! What is the origin of this Lin Mo?"

Gong Jiuge stared at Mo Lin, was silent for a moment, and suddenly turned a ring on some little fingers.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

A black shadow suddenly appeared in a dark corner not far behind him.

"Check out Lin Mo's background, and don't let go of any details."

"Yes!"

The black shadow disappeared silently, as if it had never appeared before.

……

Xu Jing was very unwilling.

He would never have dreamed that his greatest reliance, the Thunder Eagle Martial Soul, would be crushed by two inconspicuous vines.

What is Mo Lin's Ivy Spirit, Xu Jing didn't think about it, he just regretted why he didn't fly higher, so that he could avoid the attack range of Ivy, and the three thousand branches of cold in the storage ring The Iron Arrow will definitely become Mo Lin's nightmare.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, under the cynicism of the people around him, he got off the ring and disappeared into the crowd.

Mo Lin put the knife back into its sheath, a smile appeared on his face, and his gaze fell on the last Fang Qiansheng.

The gazes of everyone around him followed his gaze, looking at the young master of the Fang family who had always been known as the number one freshman before Mo Lin's rise.

With a smile on his face, Fang Qiansheng walked towards the ring at a leisurely pace, stood ten meters away from Mo Lin, looked up and down the young man in front of him again, fell silent for a moment, and spoke first.

"The purpose of today's ring battle is to test the true strength and talent of the newly recruited students. Many people think it is fair. In my opinion, the restrictions on the competition are actually to take care of commoner disciples. For the children of the nobles, there is no fairness at all."

Fang Qiansheng's voice is calm. If other noble students say these words, it will definitely make people feel arrogant and conceited. He is deliberately belittling ordinary students, but when he said these words, no one would have any disgust. Even if they were questioning the fairness of the ring battle, it didn't cause too much commotion.

(End of this chapter)