Super Martial God

Chen Mingliang's heart has been overwhelmed by fear and regret.

The reason why he dared to turn his face against Lin Mu and even bite the hand that feeds him is because he believes in the strength of elder martial sister Cheng and others, and believes that elder martial sister Cheng and others can easily crush Lin Mu.

As long as Lin Mu dies, no one knows that he has been ungrateful and can harvest the waste spirit.

He thought it was a sure bet, so he did it without hesitation.

However, the reality gave him a cruel blow.

In his eyes, the sect elites and six masters of the physical realm were vulnerable in front of Lin Mu, and all of them were killed in the blink of an eye.

"I'm also guilty. I have no eyes. I'm ungrateful. I'm not a thing..."

The young disciple next to him was scared to pee. His face was as white as paper. He scolded himself and slapped his mouth.

"Now I come to regret and apologize. Why did I go early?"

Xia Sheng disdains cold hum.

These people, before and after the attitude can change so much, really let her look down on them more and more.

"As long as our elders and aunts don't kill us, we can do anything. We can be spies, running dogs, or anything inconvenient for you to do, you can give it to us."

Chen Mingliang also ignored any dignity and tried desperately to save his life.

Unfortunately, Lin Mu is not interested in people like them. He will feel dirty even if he uses them.

Poof! Poof!

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Xia Sheng put a sword into his hand, and then directly two swords, which resulted in the lives of the two people.

Strong vitality surged in his body.

This time, he killed 12 wuzuns and many wuzongs. He absorbed huge vitality.

The physical strength is advanced again, reaching the level of perfect martial respect.

"Go back to your aunt's tribe."

Thinking of the bow in Xia Meng's tent, Lin Mu had a bad feeling in his heart.

At that time, in the tent, even with his eyesight, he could not see what level of weapon the bow was.

It can be seen that this bow is beyond his cognitive range.

Therefore, this bow must be more precious than the sacred weapon, that is, the treasure called by the martial god world.

If you put such a bow in Xiameng's tent at ordinary times, there will be no problem. After all, yunhuang world is still very peaceful, and this tribe is also very remote.

But now it's different.

There are experts from the martial god world coming to the cloud wasteland world. Especially the wasteland spirit has just appeared here, it will attract the eyes of many strong people. In this way, Xiameng's tribe is easy to be watched.

At this time, it was in the plain more than ten miles away from Xiameng tribe.

"Elder martial sister."

Gu minrou and other disciples of the red embroidery palace respectfully saluted a woman in colored clothes.

In fact, people like Gu minrou are just outside disciples of Hongxiu palace.

The woman in colored clothes is the real inner disciple of the red embroidery palace and the six perfect elites of the physical realm.

"Gu minrou, how many ghosts have you snatched this time?"

Fang Qingyu, a woman in colorful clothes, said.

She doesn't care what losses Gu minrou and others have. She cares how many barren spirits they get. This is related to the interests of Hongxiu palace in the cloud barren world this time.

Gu minrou didn't look very good. He said awkwardly, "elder martial sister, there are only... Only sixteen waste spirits."

"What?"

Fang Qingyu's eyes were fierce. "The last time the cloud wasteland world was opened, I was in charge of the first round, and you followed behind. I grabbed 37 wasteland spirits that time. Now it's your turn to grab only 16?"

Gu minrou is very depressed. She also doesn't know what's going on. Every time she uses the secret method of the sect to find the haunt of Huang Ling, she doesn't know who robbed most of them when she arrived.

But she could not take the responsibility on herself. She moved in her heart and thought of a figure. Suddenly, her eyes flashed cold.

"Elder martial sister, I have a great responsibility for this defeat, but I can't blame it all, because in this action, someone is fighting against our Red Embroidery palace and undermining our action."

Gu minrou immediately said.

However, what she doesn't know is that the reason why the desolate spirit she sensed will be surpassed by others is precisely because Lin Mu left a soul mark on her and Wang Hui.

"Huh? How dare anyone come to my red embroidery palace? "

Fang Qingyu said coldly, "who is it?"

"This man's name is Lin Mu. Although his accomplishments are five heavy, his strength is strong. Fang Sheng, who is close to my strength, will lose his accomplishments when he drinks violently."

Gu minrou was secretly proud in her heart, but her tone was sad.

"Which golden force disciple is Lin Mu?"

Fang Qingyu was surprised. Which golden force and when did it play such a powerful role?

"Elder martial sister, Lin Mu is not a disciple of the golden power, but a native of the mayfly world."

Another disciple of the red embroidery Palace said.

"What? Mayfly world indigenous? "

Fang Qingyu's face suddenly became very unhappy. She looked at Gu minrou coldly, "waste, you can't even beat a mayfly world aborigine. Do you still have the face to appeal to me? If I were you and knew I was so incompetent, I might as well find a ground to drill in. "

Gu minrou bit her lips and was scolded by Fang Qingyu in public. She said it was impossible not to be angry.

But her strength is not as good as Fang Qingyu, so she can only bear it.

"Sooner or later, I will surpass you, and I will repay today's shame a hundred times and a thousand times."

Gu minrou secretly hates him.

But now, what she hates more is Lin Mu: "although Fang Qingyu is hateful, her strength is really strong. Lin Mu, I think you won't die this time."

"Where should we go now, elder martial sister?"

Other disciples of the red embroidery palace.

Fang Qingyu glanced around. When she glanced over Xiameng's tribe, she was suddenly surprised: "is this the smell of Diyuan? Go, go there. "

Xia Meng's tribe.

Outside the tent, Yunjian is feeding grass to the horse.

Suddenly he saw a group of people entering the tribe. It seemed that he had a bad intention. His face changed and he quickly returned to the tent.

"Xiao Feng's mother, it's bad. A group of people outside broke into the tribe. If I guess correctly, they are the demons outside the sky." Yun Jian looks very ugly.

After all, he is a man who has been far away, and his knowledge is much better than Xia Meng.

"What?"

Xia Meng was surprised. Then she seemed to think of something, "Xiaofeng's father, no, you hide the bow and use the big wooden box you picked up when you found the bow."

"Why do you say that?"

Yun Jian wondered. He didn't think the bow was valuable, otherwise he wouldn't put it casually.

"Do you remember the young master who came back with Xia Sheng?"

Xia Meng said, "he told me to hide this bow. At that time, I didn't think it was necessary, but now I think it's better to be safe."

"Oh, you woman's opinion. Since it happened, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Yunjian's secret way was bad. He quickly took out a wooden box from under the bed and put the bow in.

"Xiaofeng's father, what are you?"

Xia Meng wondered.

She did this just in case, but she didn't expect Yun Jian to make a fuss like this.

"I've traveled far and wide. I've seen many big people, but none of them has the temperament of Xia Sheng's master. I can see that Xia Sheng's master is not an ordinary person..."

Yunjian took out a pipe, lit the cut tobacco with a fire and smoked uneasily.

Tear!

Before he finished, a powerful force was suddenly used to tear up the whole tent.