The geese stand on the willows, and the moon sets on the blue lake.

The weather was a little cool, and there was a mist like green smoke on the lake, and faintly, there was a figure flying like a leaf in it.

It's a teenager.

He was only in his early fourteens, with well-defined features, thick eyebrows, and thin lips tightly pursed into a line, which looked a little cold.

Such a look is not very handsome, what attracts people is his eyes, at first glance calm, and then look deeper, but can find a kind of perseverance and firmness that is different from ordinary people.

At this time, he was naked, his waist was united, his palms kept beating, and his spiritual power sprayed thinly, impacting the lake water endlessly.

What he performed was the low-grade martial art "Piercing Step Boxing".

Martial arts are divided into lower grade, middle grade and upper grade, although this "piercing step boxing" is a lower grade, it is the Lin family's inherited martial arts, which is most suitable for polishing the foundation.

"Strength!"

"Strength!"

The boy's eyes were full of madness, and he couldn't even see the blood of the lake when his fists were worn out.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the spiritual power in his body did not increase in the slightest, and his body seemed to be a sea.

"Damn, why still not!"

I don't know how many punches he throws, but the boy's face is pale and his body staggers.

This was a phenomenon of spiritual overdraft, and in the end, he could only suppress the pain and slam his fist on the surface of the lake in anger.

"The ancients didn't say that heaven rewards hard work, but why, I worked so hard and never dared to slack off, but I am still only a second-order martial artist?"

"If it weren't for my low cultivation, how could I be wantonly oppressed by others?"

"If it weren't for my low cultivation, how could the small bowl be dragged down by me?"

"If it weren't for my low cultivation, how could the examiners of Lingfeng Academy decide that I had been poisoned without verification?"

Deep unwillingness, flashing in the young man's eyes.

This young man, named Lin Mu, is the former eldest young master of the Lin family, one of the five major families in Xichuan City, and the only son of Lin Nan, the former young patriarch of the Lin family.

The reason why the word "former" was added was because as early as three years ago, Lin Nan disappeared inexplicably, and his status has plummeted since then.

It stands to reason that after all, he has the lineage of the Lin family, and even if his father disappears, he should not be treated like this.

But when such a thing happened to him, everyone who heard it took it for granted.

The reason is simple.

When Lin Mu was five years old, he participated in the family's martial arts qualification test, and his qualification was at the red level.

All living beings are ants, only the spirit warriors.

In the Lingwu Continent, the innate qualifications of martial artists are determined by the strength of the martial arts meridians, and there are seven colors of martial arts.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet, the seven colors, the stronger the meridians, the more efficient the absorption of Reiki, and vice versa.

And Lin Mu's martial vein is the lowest red-level martial vein, or the lowest grade in the martial vein.

With this kind of qualification, the cultivation speed is extremely slow, and in the eyes of others, it is destined to become a martial artist.

In the past, Lin Nan was here, and those people didn't dare to take advantage of his resources even if they were jealous of him, but as soon as Lin Nan disappeared, and he disappeared without a trace for three years, where could those people still bear it.

Without abundant resources, Lin Mu, who was already poorly talented, became slower in his cultivation speed.

The realm of martial arts is mainly to awaken the martial arts, there are a total of ten, Lin Mu has been practicing since he was five years old, and he has been practicing for nine years, but he has only awakened two martial arts, and he is still a double martial artist.

Although he has been working hard, others only look at the results, his cultivation is low, others think he is a waste, and everyone is unwilling to get close to him, and after Lin Nan disappeared, it became even worse.

Lin Mu himself knew that the root cause of everything was his weakness, so he had endured it all along.

But this time, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Today, it was Lingfeng Academy, the time to come to Xichuan City for enrollment assessment, originally he had ordinary talent, and his cultivation was mediocre, and he didn't have much hope, but with the intention of focusing on participation, he went to the ring to compete with others.

Where did you think that Gao Jianfeng, a disciple of the Gao family, actually made a ruthless move, and his moves were intended to abolish his cultivation.

If it weren't for the fact that in the past nine years, his cultivation has improved slowly and laid an extremely solid foundation, I am afraid that he would really make the other party succeed.

What's even more infuriating is that Gao Jianfeng failed to abolish him, and actually framed him for using poison, and there were indeed signs of poisoning on his body.

However, except for Lin Mu's own determination, he didn't poison at all, eighty percent of it was Gao Jianfeng's own poison on his body, but no one else believed it, after all, the evidence was conclusive.

Immediately afterwards, the examiner of Lingfeng Academy announced on the spot that he would be disqualified from the assessment and would never be hired.

Lingfeng Academy is the largest academy in Tianyuan Mansion, and Xichuan City is only one of the nine cities in Tianyuan Mansion.

As soon as this news came out, it was equivalent to cutting off Lin Mu's way forward, and Lin Mu, who was already despised by others, is now even more avoidant of snakes and scorpions.

There was a breeze that blew gently.

It seems to be a very normal natural phenomenon, but as a martial artist, Lin Mu's perception is far stronger than that of ordinary people.

"Who?" A cold light flashed in Lin Mu's eyes.

"This waste, it's really vigilant." As a woman's voice sounded, a man and a woman walked out.

Looking at these two people, Lin Mu suddenly showed anger on his face: "Gao Jianfeng, Gao Lanyue, this Meteorite Lake is my Lin family's territory, what are you two brothers and sisters doing here?" ”

"I'm going to kill you!" The young man beside Gao Lanyue said coldly.

This person is Lin Mu's most hated enemy, Gao Jianfeng.

Before the words fell, the sword in Gao Lanyue's hand, as if premeditated, stabbed out at this Lin Mu.

"These two people's cultivation is higher than mine, not to mention that my spiritual power is overdrawn now, and I am not the opponent of these two people, so I will run away first."

Lin Mu's mind changed sharply.

Gao Lanyue is a seventh-order martial artist, Gao Jianfeng is stronger, and eighth-order.

However, when he was about to move, a paralyzing sensation like an electric snake suddenly enveloped his entire body.

"My Blood ......"

"Poisoned!"

In an instant, Lin Mu's heart sank.

"Whew!"

His movements became sluggish, and even though Lin Mu tried his best to dodge, Gao Lanyue's sword still slashed through his arm, and blood shot out.

"It's blood condensation, Gao Jianfeng, that poison is really from you."

As a descendant of the Lin family, Lin Mu's knowledge is not weak, and he stares at Gao Jianfeng.

When Gao Jianfeng was in the admissions assessment of Lingfeng Academy, the poison in him was the blood coagulation.

"So what, today is the time for your death."

Gao Jianfeng looked at Lin Mu's gaze, as if a cat was playing with a mouse.

Lin Mu knew that the time was urgent, and the more he delayed, the lower his vitality would be, so he made a decision and bit the tip of his tongue.

The bloody stinging sensation made Lin Mu's body return to normal for a short time.

"Poof!"

Splashing, splashing, Lin Mu reflexively threw himself into the lake.

"Little brute, want to run for your life?"

Gao Jianfeng's face showed anger, and he threw a sword at Lin Mu's back.

Shout!

The sword light was cold, like a meteor piercing the void, piercing Lin Mu's vest with unmistakable precision.