Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 67
More and more martial artists signed up earlier, Hou Lie was no longer silent, and finally moved.

He stepped out, the breath in his body was released, and the surrounding air was instantly filled with an indescribable sense of oppression. The warriors within a radius of more than ten meters sensed it and looked sideways.

"What a terrifying evil spirit!"

The people in front dodged to the sides one after another, and quickly gave way to a passage.

Hou Lie looked indifferent, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes and a hint of pride. He came to the entrance of the front hall and spoke indifferently to the guards in front of the hall.

"I want this last spot."

The arrogant words changed the faces of the people around, but no one dared to object, because those who didn't know Hou Lie realized that they couldn't resist from the evil spirit, and those who knew Hou Lie knew this guy even more He is a demon who kills without blinking an eye. He will either die or be injured in a fight, and he never shows mercy.

Seeing that no one dared to show up, Hou Lie was a little disappointed, so he was about to enter the hall. In the hall, there were already nine people sitting on the ten seats, Bai Ye, and eight selected casual cultivators.

"Just let him in like this? No one dares to challenge him?"

Not far from the hall is a temporary stone platform, which is used for martial arts competitions. If anyone wants to prevent others from entering the hall, they can challenge him. If no one challenges, it means the final test is passed.

No one made a sound, and everyone was shocked by Hou Lie's aura. Some insiders told the people around him about Hou Lie's cultivation base and achievements, which made several guys who were eager to try also stop.

"Wait a moment."

Just when Hou Lie entered the hall, a voice suddenly sounded from the crowd. It was not loud, but for some reason, it was clearly heard by everyone in the courtyard. Everyone followed the sound and looked into their eyes. The one was a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old.

The young man was dressed in black, with a well-proportioned body and a height of about 1.8 meters. Although his facial features could not be called handsome and unrestrained, his lines were clear, revealing a kind of calm confidence and indifference. Those bright eyes were black and white, His gaze carried a penetrating power that made people dare not stare at him closely.

Everyone who saw these eyes lowered their heads unconsciously, as if they were afraid of being seen through their inner secrets.

The boy was Mo Lin.

After recovering from his injuries, he returned to Chang'an City. After entering the city, he first inquired about the assassination that night, but many people didn't know about it. After all, it's a shameful thing to tell people about it. If you send people to hunt you down with great fanfare, the matter will be brought to light, and the City Lord's Mansion will lose face.

After confirming his own safety, he threw Tang Xiaobao into the inn, and came to this courtyard in the south of the city alone, preparing to sign up for the Hundred Clans Martial Arts Association. After inquiring, he found out that only ten people were qualified, while the other nine people had already been settled. , and then made a sound to stop Hou Lie.

"Boy, do you want to compete with me for the last spot?"

Hou Lie looked Mo Lin up and down, slowly clenched his hands into fists, his joints crackled, and his eyes were fierce.

"Yes. Earth-level low-grade martial arts, who doesn't want it?"

Mo Lin didn't seem to understand Hou Lie's eyes, nodded and said, "Give me the quota, let's make friends, how about it?"

"Haha."

Hou Lie laughed loudly, and looked at Mo Lin like an idiot, "Friend? You deserve it! Get lost!"

After the word 'roll' came out, Hou Liepu slapped out his big palm. He didn't hold back his hand in this palm. The violent palm wind swept across the faces of the two guards, stinging like a needle.

"It's over!"

"This boy is useless."

"It's scary, is this Hou Lie's Soul Splitting Palm?"

The expressions of all the people around changed, and they were secretly glad that they didn't argue with Hou Lie just now, otherwise, even the audience of the Martial Arts Association would not be able to do it.

"A tenth-level warrior?"

Mo Lin's expression remained unchanged. After the awakening of the yin and yang martial soul, his perception doubled. Without flashing, a faint layer of soul energy emerged from the arm, and then, he took a step forward.

"You actually want to resist?"

The eyes of the people around were slightly focused, Mo Lin and Hou Lie were separated by five or six meters, there was enough time to react whether it was dodging or retreating, but he actually wanted to fight Hou Lie's Soul Cracking Palm, wasn't he courting death?
In the eyes of everyone, Mo Lin seemed to be sixteen or seventeen years old at most. No matter how talented he was at this age, he was no more than a seven-level or eighth-level warrior. Hou Lie was over twenty years old. Seek bitterness.

Of course, there is no necessary relationship between martial arts achievements and age. In recent years, the few Tianjiao who appeared in Chang'an City are not very old, such as Xiahou Wushuang, such as Mo Jiao, but this is the registration place for casual cultivators. Obviously, Mo Lin is not Belonging to any family, but among casual cultivators, how can there be a tenth-level powerhouse who is sixteen or seventeen years old?
"you wanna die!"

Seeing Mo Linben coming by himself, the murderous intent in Hou Lie's eyes became stronger, he felt that he had been greatly insulted, the soul energy in his body spewed out again, and the soul splitting palm was raised to the extreme.

"Iron handprint!"

Mo Lin's expression remained unchanged, his right palm hanging by his side suddenly lifted up, and the cold and iron-blooded aura rushed out like a huge wave, meeting Hou Lie's palm.

Pong!
There was a roar, and the raging palm wind brought up a torrential wave. Hou Lie's tall mountain body was shaken and slid back more than ten meters away from the ground, and hit the wall of the hall heavily. The horror in his eyes had not yet burst out. Opening his mouth, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

There was dead silence all around.

Everyone's eyes widened in shock, their mouths opened wide, and they stared at Mo Lin as if they were dumbfounded.

He actually defeated Hou Lie?Just use one palm? !

"I said, give me the quota, we can be friends, now it's fine... There is no need to be friends."

Mo Lin sighed, and looked at Hou Lie as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring the eyes of the people around him. After the awakening of the Yin-Yang Martial Soul, his strength has been greatly improved, and he is not too weak compared to a first-level martial artist, even if he does not use it. Martial arts can also defeat Hou Lie, just to avoid unnecessary troubles, to deter Li Wei, so that no one will continue to challenge him. Although he is not afraid, it is also troublesome, so he directly injured him with the iron handprint of [-]% strength. Hou Lie.

After finishing speaking, Mo Lin stopped talking and walked towards the hall.

"So strong!"

Looking at Mo Lin's back, everyone was shocked. They are all martial arts. Although they are strong or weak, their eyes are not blind. When Mo Lin struck out with his palm, his body was as still as a mountain, and he didn't even sway. , anyone can see that he didn't exert his full strength at all.

(End of this chapter)