Super Martial God

"Go away."

Lin Mu was impatient and talked nonsense with Feng Jiuyang, and said indifferently.

His goal is to further the treasure of boxing ancestors. He has no time to waste time here.

"You..."

Feng Jiuyang's face flushed.

Hundreds of top dignitaries and more than 20 real kings gathered in the hall. Lin Mu asked him to go away in front of so many people, which was undoubtedly a great humiliation to him.

"Feng Jiuyang, is this the Lin Mu you said?"

"It's really arrogant to humiliate Lao Feng in front of us and treat us as air?"

At this time, three more figures flew over.

These three figures are all true kings.

As the true king, Feng Jiuyang has practiced for countless years. Naturally, he has his own friends and comrades in arms in the same camp.

Now, among the three figures, two are the other two gold medal killers of Xueling Pavilion, and one is also the real king of gun ancestral territory, which has a good relationship with Feng Jiuyang.

"Apologize to Feng Jiuyang!"

Among the three, a blood robed killer stared at Lin Mu Dao.

"Yes, if you don't make amends to Lao Feng and get his forgiveness today, you won't get a hair in this fist ancestral treasure."

Another killer also threatened coldly.

"Ha ha."

The last real king also sneered, "you can also choose to refuse, but if you refuse, you must face the siege of the four of us."

This real king is under the command of the demon gun monarch.

"Even if the sword killing monarch is in front of me, he is not qualified to say such words. Where did you come from?"

Lin Mu's face was helpless.

"Presumptuous!"

"I compare myself to your majesty. I also want to ask, where's your face?"

The two gold medal killers of Xueling Pavilion drank angrily.

"I don't think he is ashamed at all. Let's teach him a lesson and let him know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is."

The real king under the magic gun monarch said coldly.

"Do it!"

Who can become a real king is not the one who has made a decisive decision. Immediately, the three real kings even ventilated Jiuyang and shot Lin Mu together.

"Blood kills the sword."

"Sword of thunder."

The two gold medal killers of Xueling Pavilion attack Lin Mu from the left and right sides with their sword like lightning.

"Sword of Nine Yang."

"Sea gun."

Feng Jiuyang and the real king under the magic gun monarch seized the opportunity to attack Lin Mu from the front and back respectively.

The four real kings shot Lin Mu at the same time.

Other Zhenxiu's faces changed. They were far away from each other and didn't dare to participate in the fight.

"Grandpa."

Jianxiu looks at Jianmu.

Jian Mu clenched his fist for a while and finally loosened it. He looked helpless and rolled Jian Xiu and Jian Fan back.

Although he is willing to help Lin Mu, his opponent is too strong. He thinks it's useless to add him, not to mention he has to protect Jian Xiu and Jian Fan.

Not only Jian mu, but also other practitioners present thought that Lin Mu was going to suffer. I'm afraid not only can't benefit from the fist ancestor's treasure this time, but also may be suppressed.

Boom, boom

The five man battle area was shrouded in terrible destruction clouds, and no one could see the situation inside.

Just when people thought that Lin Mu would be defeated, four continuous thunder like muffled sounds came out, shaking people's eardrums.

Then, in people's incredible eyes, four body images were ejected from the cloud like shells and hit the walls of the surrounding hall heavily.

The defense of this hall is also amazing.

The four real kings bumped into the wall, leaving only slight traces, and they recovered automatically in an instant.

At this time, people have no intention to pay attention to such small details.

What people care about is the four figures flying out. There is no Lin Mu in them. They are all the real kings on the side of Feng Jiuyang.

After a moment, the clouds in the center slowly dispersed, revealing the figure of Lin Mu.

People's hearts are suffocated.

The four real kings were not Lin Mu's opponent, but they lost in the blink of an eye. It's terrible.

"Lin Mu, you are a monarch, bullying the four real kings. Is that interesting?"

At this time, a voice of anger came from the lower hall.

"It's the voice of the sword killing monarch."

"Kill the sword monarch and say that Lin Mu is a monarch?"

The true practice breathing around can't help freezing.

In fact, when they saw Lin Mu beat the four real kings so easily, they already guessed.

However, when the speculation was confirmed and the sword killing monarch said it, they still felt their hearts beating.

monarch!

Lin Mu is a monarch.

It's incredible.

In the blue sky world, every monarch has long been famous all over the world. No one can imagine that Lin Mu, who had been silent and unknown before, would also be a monarch.

"How could it... How could it..."

Feng Jiuyang seemed unable to accept the fact and muttered to himself there.

All along, he challenged the monarch.

For ordinary Zhenxiu, he is the real king, but he is insignificant in front of the monarch.

However, he repeatedly challenged Lin Mu, a monarch.

Including just now, it was Lin Mu who provoked him on his own initiative.

"Wind Nine Yang!"

"You fucked us."

The other three real kings were very affectionate to Feng Jiuyang the moment before. At this moment, they all glared at Feng Jiuyang.

If they are allowed to deal with a real king, there is no problem. Even if they fail, they can only blame their incompetence.

However, it was the monarch that Feng Jiuyang provoked.

It's ridiculous to ask some real kings to provoke a monarch. It's like hitting an egg against a stone.

Feng Jiuyang almost cried.

He thought to himself, it's not Lao Tzu asking you for help, but you jumped out by yourself.

But he did not dare to say this. He could only put it in his heart and silently endure grievances. Otherwise, he would be difficult to find help in the real king's circle.

"Monarch!"

The Jane family were stunned.

"He... He is not a real king, but a monarch?"

Jianfan almost suspected that he was dreaming.

Jane Xiu's look is also extremely complex.

When she guessed that Lin Mu was the real king, she also thought that she would overestimate Lin Mu. Now she knows that she is not overestimating, but far underestimating.

Even if she is confident that she will become a real king sooner or later with her talent, she does not have the confidence to become a monarch.

It's too hard to be a monarch.

Lin Mu doesn't care about other people's ideas.

"If you want to protect your subordinates, you must first know how to restrain them."

Lin Mu didn't care much about the real king such as Feng Jiuyang. It didn't make any sense. He went directly to the lower hall.

This time, not only did no one dare to stop him, but when he came over, they all made way one after another.

The third floor hall.

Lin Mu glanced and saw seven pillars in the hall.

At this time, on five of the pillars, there sat a monarch.

Among them, there are two people familiar to Lin Mu, the Lord of intercepting martial arts and the emperor of hiding sword.