Chapter 41: The Pavilion of the Classics

Seeing that Steward Yang agreed, Wu Jiaotou was even more confident, and his right hand that grinded the bloody skin raised a finger at Lin Mu, and said proudly: "Do you dare to fight again, if you admit defeat now, I will keep your librarian token, and you can work as a mopper in my martial arts arena for a month, and give you the qualification to audit." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Not interested in cleaning the floor, Lin Mu shook his head without hesitation and stretched out his hand to signal him to come over and fight.

"Hmph, I can't do it. ”

Sect Leader Wu muttered unhappily, walked back to the martial arts arena to confront Lin Mu, the spiritual power in his body escaped, and a momentum that was no less than the early stage of the Spirit Warrior Realm swept around in an instant, forcing the students who were a zhang away to retreat one after another, not daring to compete with the amazing spiritual power.

And Lin Mu stood in front of the might, his body was still straight, except for a little pale on his face, his cold expression remained unchanged.

Wu Jiaotou's hands were slowly bent into claws, one after the other in a full posture, holding his breath and concentrating, seeing that Lin Mu's hand was gradually condensed, the weak spiritual power condensed on the fist, and the cold triangular eyes immediately flashed fierceness.

"Tiger Bearer!"

When the students relaxed their minds in the confrontation between the two, suddenly Wu Jiaotou shouted, and when everyone was caught off guard, he rushed towards Lin Mu, his hands and claws were as sharp as a tiger pounced.

Lin Mu didn't think about it, gave up any defense, and threw a punch himself.

The angry fist that had been gathered for a long time hit Wu Jiaotou's jaw unhindered, but Wu Jiaotou's claws also tore through the flesh and blood of Lin Mu's chest, breaking two deep scars that could be seen.

There was a burst of scarlet sweetness in his throat, several bloodshots overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his face was instantly pale, but he still maintained a standing posture, not falling.

And Wu Jiaotou, his eyes had already turned up, and after a while, the whole person fell to the ground dizzy with the flesh and blood that was torn open on Lin Mu's chest.

Among the students who were scrambling to watch, they also fell into silence, and everyone between them was stunned on their faces.

One punch, another punch.

The head of the Wu Sect at the peak of the Spirit Habitat used the martial arts of the peak of the Spirit Habitat, and as always, he lost under an angry punch in the early stage of the Spirit Habitat.

It's ridiculous......

Steward Yang, who had been watching the battle, had a face that had no waves before, but now he was full of surprise, and his eyebrows were bright.

He has seen a lot of cross-level martial arts, but it is rare to be able to defeat the strong with the weak, even if he is lucky enough to see a case, at most it is only a level difference, where is it like this at this moment, in the early stage of the Spirit Habitat Realm, he directly crossed two levels and solved the strong enemy with one move.

Even if he was seriously injured because of this, he would be proud enough.

"Seriously injured. ”

Thinking about this, Steward Yang couldn't help but look down at Steward Yang who was lying on the ground and fell asleep, his eyes were sharp.

As an instructor, he hurt students in the competition, and he was seriously injured, whether deliberately or unintentionally, he had to be punished by the rules of the museum, and a plot like him could already be judged as the most serious "expulsion from the gym", and even outside the hall, there would be no force willing to accept this stigma.

This guy is in Qinghe Town, and it's over.

Looking at Lin Mu at this time, this cold and resolute young man was dripping with blood on his chest, and although his face was as white as snow, his body was still upright, without the slightest crumbling momentum.

He walked into the arena and frowned: "Sect Leader Wu doesn't know the severity of his actions, the hall master will personally punish him, you don't have to worry about this, the hall will give you free treatment and give you corresponding compensation." ”

Hearing this, Lin Mu shook his head, and after hesitating for a while, he said with a little affirmation: "Steward, there is no need for treatment, I can sleep well for this injury." ”

"Don't delay. ”

Steward Yang drank sternly and coldly, and his tone contained an order that could not be ignored: "Although they are all skin injuries, they are already very serious for the Spirit Habitat, and we will not treat any valuable students badly." ”

He paused, didn't give Lin Mu a chance to explain, and continued: "I will report what happened today to the hall master, if there is no accident, you will be qualified to wear a yellow robe, after that, you can choose to serve as the head of the martial arts arena, of course, if your cultivation is too weak, I don't recommend that you waste your time instructing others, hard cultivation is the way of body correction, don't waste your brute strength." ”

As he spoke, he took out a token engraved with the word "Shi" from his robe and put it at Lin Mu's feet.

The moment this token was revealed, the eyes of the Spirit Habitat students who stayed on both sides to watch straightened up, just like a prostitute who was proficient in ** found a beautiful woman who interested him, and their eyes were full of heat.

They knew that this simple bronze token could allow the holder to enter and exit at will in the Extreme Martial Arts Pavilion's Spirit Warrior Martial Arts Arena, that is, the place where the green robe level or above known as the "Daoist Pavilion Group Scripture Pavilion" could enter at will, and they could access the secret books of meditation martial arts, and there were even physical cultivation strategies written by the geniuses of the Gym for generations, recording their experience and methods of how to break through countless bottlenecks and levels, which was as valuable as a thousand gold for white-robed students like them.

However, at this moment, it was lying quietly in front of Lin Mu, and it could be picked up as long as it bent down, which had to make them red-eyed.

"After recovering from your injuries, use this token to go to the Daoist Spirit Warrior Martial Arts Arena to borrow a physical cultivation strategy, and raise your cultivation in the early stage of the spiritual habitat as soon as possible. ”

When the words fell, Steward Yang stretched out his hand to take Lin Mu for healing, but when he grabbed Lin Mu's arm, the defective flesh and blood on Lin Mu's chest inadvertently aimed at the corner of his eye, and it had actually begun to sprout, and his heart was suddenly shocked, and he blinked violently.

"How did you recover from this injury? Why is it scabbing now!"

He stared at Lin Mu and asked in shock, what he saw just now was not an illusion, the place where Lin Mu was seriously injured by the tiger hand had not yet passed half an hour, but it had already begun to heal!

Even if it's a desolate beast, it doesn't have such a recovery speed, right?

But the facts told Steward Yang that he was not dazzled, and Lin Mu's chest was indeed gradually regaining muscles.

Lin Mu didn't know how to answer Steward Yang's question, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

After being silent for a long time, he finally pulled out a perfunctory answer.

"So, you just let me sleep for one night, the physique of the younger generation has been like this since childhood, and my parents are not surprised. ”

Looking at Lin Mu's shy but innocent face, Steward Yang couldn't help but be speechless, and at the same time, he was secretly making a decision in his heart.

Be sure to report this matter to the owner in a complete way.

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"Old man Anthony, since you had the strength of a 7th-order archmage (level 35) at that time, why were you caught by the elves again? In my opinion, their shaman is no more than 7th order, right?"

The five of them sat on the unicorn that had been coerced by Frando, succumbing to the consciousness of the boy and had to be their car, and when they were rushing to the leisure, the atmosphere that had been silent for a long time was finally broken by Locke's doubt.

Master Anthony was stunned, and then his wrinkled old face appeared.

"Do you think I want to, originally I heard that there are materials for the power potion in the southern forest elf realm, and I came here in disguise to find it at the risk of leading a war, who knew that I strayed into an ancient ruins, and there was a magic sealing array set up by an idiot mage who didn't know before, and the level was not high, and it just sealed the old man's eight-layer magic power, and as soon as he came out, he was caught by the shaman of the wind wolf clan who traveled all over the world without doing anything, and brought back to the tribe to teach the group of reckless men who can only dance swords and swords to learn magic, which is simply overkill!"

"Of course. He paused slightly, and said with a smile: "There are indeed a lot of medicinal materials in the elf clan, and the experimental creatures are even more grasped, I remember that a few days ago, the old man refined a giant potion, and he suddenly wanted to use it on a mouse, but do you know? ”

Anthony boasted that he had not forgotten to make a fool of the icy and jade-clean Eminoel, who sneered awkwardly and did not reply.

But his words made the indifferent young man next to him and Frando, who was learning from his indifference, look at him in surprise, and looked at him in unison.

"It turns out that the crazy magician who abuses the guinea pigs every day is you, damn, it's too coincidental. The young man cursed secretly, and Frando was already surprised and asked: "The giant potion is a high-level strengthening potion, and the preparation level must reach the level of a high-level pharmacist, old man, you won't be a high-level pharmacist, will you?"

Anton glanced at him with disdain, and there was arrogance in his dim eyes and old eyes.

He said confidently, "Old man, he is a master of potions. ”

Hearing this, except for Eminoel, the other three were already dumbfounded.