"Misan, quickly kneel down and kowtow to my master!"

The scarred boy Han Dong took the lead.

"White Ape King Kong Change!"

"Roar!"

A white ape possessed the body, dozens of feet tall, with bulging muscles, beating his chest with his fists, the ground trembled, and his feet kicked the ground, turning into a white light.

Whew!

Fast as lightning, strong wind, dusty.

"Psionics: Gravel Fist!"

Like a fist the size of a millstone, it rubbed in the air and made an explosive roar.

If you want to take down Mulin with one move!

"This little deflated three, he can't cultivate and dares to pretend to be a hero!

"Alas, there is no cure for waste!"

The teenagers mocked one after another.

Mu Lin was shocked in his heart, judging from the momentum of the other party, he had reached at least a fourth-level spirit master, three levels higher than himself.

The pressure rises sharply.

The soul is oppressed, the blood flows faster, and the senses become more sensitive.

Hey!

Mu Lin suddenly found that his spiritual skill White Ape had changed, and it was projected in a three-dimensional way in his mind.

Next to the analysis of the characteristics of the psychic skills, advantages: strong defense. Cons: Slow speeds.

The whole person looks dull and clumsy.

"This ......"

Mu Lin's mind was full of questions.

Instant reaction.

Wraiths!

It's late, it's fast.

Mu Lin took a step back with his right foot, his body flashed sideways, and a huge fist swept through the side of his face, and his cheeks were hot and painful.

At this time, he exerted force in his waist and blasted out his right fist with all his strength, hitting Han Dong's chest.

"Bump!"

"Poof!"

I saw him, spewing out a mouthful of bloody arrows, and curled up on the ground in pain. Eyes of disbelief.

"No way! how can the waste be so powerful!"

Unpretentious, just one trick!

The teenagers were in a commotion and amazement.

"This little rabbit cub has eaten his grandfather's elixir and his body has become stronger!"

"Waste, it's despicable! Got away with it! Sneak attack!"

In their opinion, Mu Lin is a waste, and he won Han Dong by mistake.

Mu Lin was shocked, he didn't expect to be able to defeat Han Dong with one punch, he was a fifth-level spirit master. Confidence doubled.

A ruthless color flashed in Han Niu's eyes!

"How can you let the evil beast show its might here!"

"The golden body of the yak has changed!"

"Reckless!"

A golden yak cow was attached to the body of the cold cow, and a pair of copper bell-wide eyes stared at Mu Lin, snorting, and white mist erupted from its nose.

The cold ox kicked on its hind feet, like an arrow off the string, and pounced on Mu Lin.

"First Spiritual Skill: Golden Horn Mountain!"

"Whew!"

The golden horns sparked in the air, causing a wave of heat.

"Brother Han, it's so powerful, a fifth-level spirit master!"

"Brother Han, come on, destroy this little crumb!"

"Little bunny, I'm going to disembowel you today!"

Han Niu's cold eyes were full of contempt and disdain, and he didn't take Mu Lin in his eyes at all.

Mu Lin's heart suddenly rose a fighting spirit, a high and low, regardless of life and death, no longer timid, evasive, head-on, right fist blasted out.

Boom!

The fist collided with the horns, erupting into a piercing metallic crash, accompanied by sparks jumping.

Han Niu's heart was furious.

"Little crumbs! dare to hide their strength!"

With a turn of the body, his left fist slammed into Mu Lin's head, and the golden fist could open the mountain and split the stone.

Mu Lin's eyebrows condensed slightly, sensing the crisis.

The body takes a step back and meets it with his right fist.

Boom!

Set off a fiery wave of air.

Han Niu, seeing that the offensive was blocked, made up for it with another punch.

Mullin, don't rush or slow down.

"Bang!"

Punch to fist.

“......”

Dozens of moves later.

Rumble!

A powerful blow of two fists collided, and both sides took a few steps back and separated.

The bluestones on the ground, like golden stones, cracked one after another, and the air was filled with irritable energy, scraping people's faces hot and painful.

The teenagers were shocked, and then relieved.

"That little deflated three is physically tough, and he has no other skills!"

"Brother Han! just play with him! Warm up!"

"It's only a matter of time before Brother Han takes him down!"

Mu Lin was secretly happy in his heart, the spirit seal awakened, his speed and strength were comprehensively improved, and he did not fall into the disadvantage at all.

He is only a first-level spirit master, and he can easily fight against a fifth-level spirit master, a difference of four levels. I can't help but think about what the situation will be at this time if it is the same level.

On the other hand, Han Niu was even more angry, his eyes were red, and he was deeply shocked. muttered to himself.

"Mi San can also turn over, if you don't take him today, it won't be laughed at by the whole clan in the future!"

"Let me open your eyes today and tell you, what is genius?"

Han Niu, stuff a cow-shaped spirit seal into his mouth and forcibly break through the level.

Roar.

"Yak Jin Xuan changes!"

The spiritual power in the air quickly converged towards him, and his body gradually expanded, and his momentum climbed.

He turned into a golden bull with all four hooves on the ground and a golden tail flicking.

"Reckless!"

Yang Tian let out a long roar, his nose sprayed mist, and he was very angry.

"Eleventh level Spirit King!" the young man exclaimed.

"Spirit King, it seems that among the younger generation of the Han family, there is another great genius!" commented Han Qin in the distance.

The teenagers clapped their hands one after another, with envious expressions on their faces, and screamed from time to time.

This time, Mu Lin will definitely die!

Han Niu was very proud, and his vanity was greatly satisfied.

Mulin smelled the breath of death, locked by a pair of scarlet eyes, unable to breathe.

"Second Spiritual Skill: Golden Horn Open Heaven!"

"Hula!"

The cold cow, as fast as lightning, roared, and its sharp horns, shining with a sharp edge, slammed into Mu Lin.

The golden horns instantly reached his chest, and there was a hot tingling sensation.

At this time.

In Mu Lin's mind, the phantom of the yak was reflected, and the weakness was clearly visible. Stretch out your right hand without hurry.

When the boys saw him resisting the yak with his hands, they laughed at him.

"Fools, fools! Fight me, the next life!" Han Niu sneered.

"Look! the waste is stupid, I don't know how to dodge!" the young man next to him pointed at Mu Lin and said sarcastically.

Then.

Mu Lin pinched his thumb and index finger into a pincer shape, and accurately clamped the nostrils of the yak, and the yak was in shape.

"How is that possible!"

"Waste! can also turn over!"

At this time, the teenagers exclaimed, believing that Mulin was not a waste.

Subsequently.

Mullin relayed to draw a circle, his body turned in a circle in place, and shook it hard.

"Boom!"

The spirit skill of the yak smashed on the cold cow.

"Ahh

With a scream, Han Niu bled and languished, fainting to the ground and convulsed.

"Wow!"

When the onlookers saw the tragic situation of the cold cow, they hugged their heads and cried, and they became a mess.

Mu Lin bent and panted, and made several moves, so that the spiritual power in his body was quickly exhausted, and weakness surged into his heart.

The spirit skill phantom rune, although the auxiliary is domineering, but the consumption of spiritual power is a headache.

"Leveling up is king!" Mullin sighed.

Right now.

"Whoosh!"

Han Qin came with the wind.

"Ahh

He gasped, the situation in front of him was unexpected.

Mu Lin, his eyes are full of power, his clothes are torn, but he is standing with a pen.

Han Niu was unconscious, and the rest sat on the ground hugging their heads and crying, apparently out of excessive fear.

Han Qin quickly stepped forward to check the situation of Han Niu, he was the son of the patriarch, and there was no room for mistakes.

frowned, the spiritual skills backfired, and he had become a waste.

"What's going on?"

He said with a look of anger on his face. His eyes glanced at Mu Lin.

When the teenagers saw Han Qin angry, they stopped crying, their eyes lit up, and they were full of courage.

They all stepped forward to accuse.

"Teacher, the evil beast is a spy of the demon clan!"

"Teacher, the brute doesn't know what demon trick to use to injure the cold cow. ”

"Little rabbit, the teacher is here, you are powerful!"

“......”

gossiping, accusing Mu Lin, and framing Mu Lin!

"Could it be that he is really a member of the Demon Race?"

Qin Han had murderous intent in his eyes.

He stood up and stared at Mu Lin, exuding an invisible coercion.

"Squeak!"

Mu Lin is like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and the bones of his whole body can hardly bear the heavy pressure, making a sound of rubbing.

The skin cracked, and bright red blood fell to the ground with a "ticking" sound.

Han Qin took another step forward, and the phantom of the blood-colored celestial wolf appeared above his head.

"Click!"

Mu Lin's knee bent abruptly, the calf bones shattered, and the muscles flipped open, revealing the blood-stained white bones inside.

"Thirteenth-level Spirit King!"

Non-cold cattle are comparable.

Mu Lin, there is a fire burning in his heart, his eyes are red, with a perseverance to support, straighten his waist and prevent himself from falling!

Kill the emperor's seal, and let out a dragon groan!

Resist the threat and want to fight!

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the cold voice in his soul extinguished his anger.

"I'm looking for my grandfather, and the revenge of the Mu family!" Mu Lin took a deep breath to calm his emotions, and his eyes became even colder.

"Little bastard, you're crazy!"

"Bang! bang!"

The scarred boy went up and slapped Mulin twice.

"Wild seed, kneel down for the master!" a young man scolded.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

He kicked Mullin in the knee a few times.

"Genius, I think it's rubbish, big rubbish!"

“......”

Ridicule, sarcasm, sarcasm, ups and downs with each other.

Mu Lin clenched his teeth tightly and said nothing, looking at each of them with cold eyes, remembering the shame brought by today.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Whoosh!"

Han Mengya, stepping on the wind.

Looking at Mu Lin in front of him, his eyes were dark, his hand touched his forehead, and he almost fell.

"Teacher Han, you don't take Han Niu to help, you want him to die in front of you, you can afford the consequences!" Han Mengya scolded Han Qin.

Han Qin hugged Han Niu, turned around and left unwillingly.

"Today's things, he will pay back a hundred times in the future!" Mu Lin said coldly.

Although his voice was immature, Han Qin didn't know why a cold sweat broke out behind his back.

"Hmph!" Han Qin snorted coldly, with disdain.

Mu Lin shook off Han Mengya's supporting hand, dragged his heavy steps, and walked into the distance.

Under the heavy footsteps, there were bright red blood marks.

"Brother Mulin......" There was a girl's cry behind him.