A cold drink sounded, and more than a dozen black-clothed people flew over and surrounded Lin Mu. (Baidu Search Gives Power Literature x.)

"Seniors, juniors are just passing through here, and there is no malice."

Although the other party's attitude was not good, these people were too strong, and Lin Mu thought that he couldn't afford to provoke them, so he had to say politely.

However, these people did not respond to him, and they all seemed to be dull machines, just standing indifferently.

After a while, nine old men who were also carrying large iron swords walked over.

These old men looked at Lin Mu's gaze, which was extremely strange.

Step by step, the eyes of the old men became brighter and brighter, as if they were not looking at a person, but a utensil.

"Such a strong sword qi, such a strong sword intent."

"An excellent sword container, the sky is endless, my iron sword."

"A gift from heaven cannot be shirked."

Looking at their eyes, the nine old men nodded one after another.

Their expressions and voices were very jerky and dull, as if they hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Iron Kendo?"

Lin Mu vaguely remembered that Feng Fatzi, the shopkeeper of Bafang Restaurant, was the successor of Iron Sword Dao.

Later, Lin Meier was also taken away by Feng Fatzi.

It's not that Iron Kendo is a declining force, what's going on with these people, it's so terrifying.

But at this time, he didn't have time to think about it.

He instinctively had a hunch that these people had absolutely no ill intentions toward him.

"Run."

Lost in the phantom, Lin Mu did not hesitate, unleashed his strongest strength, the fastest speed, and wanted to escape.

"Childish."

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

Before Lin Mu could react to what was going on, he was grabbed by the old man's shoulders and couldn't move anymore.

"It's too strong."

Lin Mu was shocked.

The old man just grabbed it lightly, and he seemed to be pressed by a mountain, and he didn't even have the slightest resistance.

Both sides are not a level of existence.

Including the number one enemy in his mind before, Tian Yuanhou, compared to this old man, it is also like the difference between a baby and an adult.

"Wu Zong."

This old man must be Wu Zong.

What's even more terrifying is that there are nine such old men here.

There is no way to fight back.

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

Moreover, because he was already controlled by the other party, even if he wanted to use the bloody sword, it was too late to fight hard.

As for using the power of the divine soul, he had a hunch that he might not cause any harm to these people, but would provoke them.

"Seniors, I don't know why you want to arrest me?"

Lin Mu couldn't help but be shocked.

The situation in front of him happened so suddenly, and he was unprepared at all.

But these people were like wood, very dull, as if they did not hear him, and went on doing what they were doing.

Then, the hands of the nine old men pressed on Lin Mu's body at the same time.

In an instant, the powerful power of the seal came out of their hands, forming countless filaments of true qi, completely restraining Lin Mu.

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

"Strength!"

Lin Mu's face was furious, and he laughed miserably in his heart.

The strength is too weak, so you can only let the mermaid meat. The scene in front of us is the best example.

"What's going on?"

At this moment, two figures walked out of a camp tent in the rear.

Seeing them, Lin Mu couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope in his heart.

These two people are none other than Feng Fatzi and Lin Meier.

Isn't Feng Fatzi a descendant of the Iron Sword Dao?

These people seem to be also people from the Iron Sword Dao, I don't know if they will listen to Feng Fatzi's words.

"Lin Mu?"

The first to discover Lin Mu was Lin Meier.

Subsequently, Feng Fatzi also saw it, and his face changed suddenly: "Elders, please stop first, this little brother is my old friend, is there any misunderstanding among you?" ”

"Misunderstanding?"

One of the old men spoke stiffly and jerkily, "A major matter related to the 10,000-year inheritance of my Iron Sword Dao, how can it be a misunderstanding." ”

"Ten thousand years of inheritance?"

Hearing this, Feng Fatzi staggered backwards like a lightning strike.

"No, he's my cousin, elders, you can't choose him as a scabbard, he'll die."

When Lin Mei'er heard this, she obviously understood what was going on, her face turned pale, and she shouted screaming.

"Yes, elders, think again."

Feng Fatzi clenched his fists.

"You two, you have good talents, you are good embryos for sword practice, we will consider other requirements, but this matter is not negotiable."

These old men showed no mercy.

"He is the son of my brother, he can change anyone, it must not be him."

Feng Fatzi also did not compromise, "Now as the nineteenth generation of the Iron Sword Dao, I order you to let Lin Mu go." ”

"Get out!"

A few old men, but they didn't pay attention to him at all.

"The two of you are important, but they are nothing compared to this peerless scabbard."

One of the old men snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, he slapped the two of them far away.

Then coldly ordered: "Come on, lock up the two of them." ”

"Scabbard?"

It was useless for even Feng Fatzi to come forward, Lin Mu's heart completely sank to the bottom.

Could it be that he really wants to detonate the Dan fire left by the teacher Wu Qingyun in his body?

This seems, and is his only option.

But once the Danhuo is detonated, he will also die, and because he can't control the Danhuo, he will also kill Feng Fatzi and Lin Mei'er.

"Wait and see."

After weighing it, Lin Mu decided to be patient, "Listen to what they mean, they don't want to kill me, but they want to use me as a scabbard, it may not be lifeless." ”

As long as people don't die, he believes that life will always exist.

After imprisoning Feng Fatzi and Lin Mei'er, the nine old men were not affected by their mood, and looked at Lin Mu in unison, their eyes full of strong expectations.

"Respectfully Ancestral Sword."

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

"Drink, drink."

Immediately after, sixteen great martial artists, carrying a huge coffin, walked out of the largest tent in the center of the station.

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

Ancestral Sword?

Lin Mu was secretly frightened when he saw this.

How heavy is this ancestral sword, it actually needs sixteen great martial artists to carry it.

And looking at the appearance of these sixteen great martial artists, it is clear that they are all very difficult.

Could it be that these people of the Iron Sword Dao have taken a fancy to his body and want to use his body as the scabbard of this ancestral sword?

"Open the coffin."

Nine old men drank in unison.

Suddenly, sixteen great martial artists put the coffin on the ground and slowly opened the coffin.

The lid of the coffin was only exposed, and a monstrous sword intent poured out of it.

Feeling this earth-shattering sword intent, the expressions of the nine old men were even more respectful.

"Boy, it is your honor to be the container of the ancestral sword, from now on, you will definitely become the greatest sword cultivator in the world."

One of the old men, seeing Lin Mu's cold face, was obviously very repulsive, and immediately said coldly.

"It's better to keep this honor for yourself."

Lin Mu's voice was extremely indifferent.

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

It is conceivable that a martial artist who is entered by such a terrifying fierce sword will definitely die.

"I can't ask for it, but it's a pity that my withered body will only defile the ancestral sword."

The old man said indifferently, "As for you, you have no choice, so it's better to bear it honestly." ”