Super Martial God

A cold drink sounded, and a dozen people in black rushed over and surrounded Lin Mu.

"You elders, I'm just passing by here. I don't mean any harm."

Although the other party's attitude is not good, these people are too strong. Lin Mu thinks he can't provoke them, so he has to be a guest.

However, these people did not respond to him, one by one like a rigid machine, just stood indifferently.

After a meeting, nine old men with big iron swords on their backs came over.

These old men looked at Lin Mu with strange eyes.

Step by step, the old people's eyes became brighter and brighter. It seemed that they were not looking at a person, but an instrument.

"What a strong sword spirit, what a strong sword intention."

"It's an excellent container for sword. The sky is endless. I'm an iron sword."

"Heaven's gift can't be refused."

Looking at his eyes, nine old people nodded one after another.

Their expressions and voices were dull and dull, as if they had not spoken for a long time.

"Iron sword way?"

Lin Mu vaguely remembered that Feng pangzi, the shopkeeper of Bafang restaurant, was the descendant of tiejiandao.

Later, Lin mei'er was also taken away by Feng pangzi.

It's not that iron Kendo is a declining force. What's the matter with these people? They are so terrible.

But then he had no time to think more.

He had an instinctive hunch that these people had absolutely bad intentions for him.

"Escape."

Without hesitation, Lin Mu launched his strongest strength and fastest speed to escape.

"Childish."

Just a few steps away, one of the old men grabbed his hand.

Before Lin Mu knew what was going on, the old man grabbed his shoulder and couldn't move any more.

"Too strong."

Lin Mu was shocked.

The old man just grabbed it gently. He seemed to be pressed down by a mountain. He didn't even have any resistance.

Both sides, not a level of existence.

Including tianyuanhou, the number one enemy in his mind, compared with the old man, it is also like a baby and an adult.

"Wu Zong."

This old man must be Wu Zong.

What's more, there are nine such old people here.

There's no fighting back.

At this moment, Lin Mu seemed to be weaker than a baby.

Moreover, because he had been controlled by the other party, even if he wanted to use the bloody remnant sword, it was too late.

As for the use of the power of God and soul, he had a premonition that he would not cause any harm to these people, but would provoke them.

"Several elders, why did you catch me?"

Lin Mu held back his horror.

The present situation happened so suddenly that he was not prepared at all.

But these people were as stiff as wood. They didn't seem to hear him and continued to do what they were doing.

Then, the hands of the nine elders pressed on Lin Mu at the same time.

In an instant, the powerful sealing force came out of their hands, forming countless real Qi filaments, which completely bound Lin Mu.

He couldn't resist an old man, let alone nine old men.

"Strength!"

Lin Mu's face was startled and angry, but he smiled miserably in his heart.

Strength is too weak, can only let Mermaid meat. This scene is the best example.

"What's going on?"

At this time, two figures came out of a camp in the rear.

Seeing them, Lin Mu couldn't help raising a glimmer of hope.

Feng Meier, these two are others.

Isn't Feng pangzi a disciple of iron sword?

These people seem to be iron Kendo people. I don't know if they will listen to Feng pangzi.

"Lin Mu?"

It was Lin mei'er who first found Lin Mu.

Then, Feng pangzi also saw it, and his face suddenly changed: "elders, please stop first. This little brother is my old friend. Is there any misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding?"

One of the old man's stiff and astringent openings, "it's a matter of great importance to the inheritance of my iron Kendo for thousands of years. How can it be a misunderstanding."

"Ten thousand years of inheritance?"

Hearing this, Feng pangzi stumbled backwards as if struck by lightning.

"No, he's my cousin, elders. You can't choose him as the scabbard. He'll die."

When Lin mei'er heard this, she obviously understood what was going on. Her face turned pale and screamed.

"Yes, elders, please think twice."

Feng pangzi holds his fist.

"You two have good talents and are good candidates for learning sword. We will consider other requirements, but there is no need to discuss this matter."

These old people have no mercy.

"He is the son of my brother. Anyone can do it. It can't be him."

Feng pangzi did not compromise, "now I order you to release Lin Mu as the 19th generation successor of tiejiandao."

"Get out!"

Several old people ignored him at all.

"You two are important, but compared with this peerless scabbard, it's hardly worth mentioning."

One of the elders snorted coldly, waved his hand at will, and fanned them far away.

Then he ordered coldly, "come on, lock them up."

"Scabbard?"

It was useless for Feng pangzi to come forward. Lin Mu's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Do you really want to detonate the Dan fire left by teacher Wu Qingyun?

This seems to be his only choice.

But once the Dan fire is detonated, he will also die, and because he can't control the Dan fire, he will kill Feng pangzi and Lin Meier.

"Wait and see."

After weighing, Lin Mu decided to be patient, "listen to them, they don't want to kill me, but want to treat me as a scabbard, which may not be lifeless."

As long as people don't die, he believes that there will always be vitality.

After Feng pangzi and Lin Meier were imprisoned, the nine elders were not affected. They looked at Lin Mu with strong expectations.

"Please Zu Jian."

Then, the nine people placed Lin Mu on an altar and knelt down one after another.

"Drink, drink."

Then, sixteen great martial arts teachers, carrying a huge coffin, came out of the largest tent in the center of the station.

With each step, their feet sank deeply, leaving huge footprints on the ground.

Zujian?

Lin Mu was frightened.

How heavy is this ancestral sword? It needs 16 great martial artists to carry it.

Moreover, looking at the appearance of these 16 great martial arts masters, it is clear that they are all very hard.

Are these iron sword people interested in his body and want to use his body as the scabbard of the ancestral sword?

"Open the coffin."

Nine old people drink together.

Suddenly, sixteen great martial arts masters put the coffin on the ground and slowly opened it.

The lid of the coffin only showed a trace of sword, which poured out of it.

The nine elders looked more respectful when they felt the shocking sword.

"Boy, it's your honor to be the container of ancestral sword. From now on, you will become the greatest sword repair in the world."

One of the elders, seeing Lin Mu's cold face, was obviously repelled, and immediately said coldly.

"It's better to leave this honor to yourself."

Lin Mu said in a very cold voice.

These people really like his body and want to use him to carry the so-called ancestral sword.

It is conceivable that a martial arts teacher will surely die if he is attacked by such a terrible sword.

"I can't wait for it. Unfortunately, my decaying body will only defile Zu Jian."

The old man said calmly, "as for you, you have no choice. It's better to bear it honestly."