"Okay, Lin Zhi, come with me!"

At this time, a middle-aged man came in outside, with a big beard on his face, who never seemed to shave, raised his sword eyebrows and said: "What are you still doing slowly, come with me quickly, this will arrange your residence, and you will start working from tomorrow, hey, don't blame me for not reminding you, sparring trainers are not a job that ordinary people can do!"

Lin Muyu nodded and followed behind him.

On the way, I finally couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, what's your name?"

This uncle was called so painful that his heart hurt, so he blew his beard and shouted: "Lao Tzu's name is Zhang Wei, a 58-level battle saint, a temple silver star instructor, 32 years old this year, if you call me uncle again, I will break your kid's neck!"

Lin Muyu nodded and said, "Lord Zhang Wei, is the Silver Star instructor very strong?"

"Hmph, you'll find out soon. More and faster chapters are here. ”

Zhang Wei pointed to his chest, where there was a silver star badge, and sneered: "The instructors in the temple are divided into four levels, in order: Venus, Silver Star, Bronze Star and Iron Star, don't look at Lao Tzu who has not stepped into the heavenly realm, but he will teach you a lesson just as easily! Let's go, your residence is almost here." ”

"Yes. ”

......

There are not too many dwellings in the temple, but at least it is a single house, Lin Muyu's residence is a little cold, there is a big crack in the wall, the cold wind is blowing in, and he touched a quilt, which is as hard as a brick, God knows how long it has not been washed, Zhang Wei took it and left, just told him where the canteen was and where he needed to work tomorrow. Be the first to update

After putting down the Liaoyuan sword, he went to the stable to find his own horse, fed some forage and returned to the room, the sun was shining outside, and the quilt was dismantled and washed, just when he was drying the sheets, he heard a burst of "ouch ouch" sound next door, it seemed that someone was there.

When I first arrived, it didn't seem like it should be too much, but after enduring it for a while, the voice was always there, so I finally couldn't help it, walked over and knocked on the door: "Are you okay, brother?"

"I'm fine...... Who are you?" asked the man inside.

"My name is Lin Zhi, the new sparring partner. ”

"Oh, the new kid? Then you're going to suffer. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Lin Zhi, come in." ”

Pushing open the door, there is a person lying on the bed, constantly, a large bruise on his arm, also on his forehead, and his eyes have been swollen a lot, maybe this person originally looked quite delicate, but now he looks like an incomparably wolf bèi, almost beaten into a meat bun!

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Lin Muyu wanted to laugh, but he desperately restrained himself, thinking that he was also a good young man, and he couldn't gloat.

The "wounded" whimpered and said, "It's not that bastard Zhang Wei, relying on himself to be an instructor, he doesn't have any sense of proportion, which sparring partner here hasn't eaten Zhang Wei's fist?"

Lin Muyu's heart sank: "Is it true that the sparring partner is only left to be beaten?"

"Otherwise, the rules of the temple are that the sparring partner must not fight back, otherwise he will not be a sparring partner. ”

"That's ......"

Lin Muyu glanced at his swollen head again, almost laughed, took out a bottle of healing medicine from his arms, and said, "I'll give you some potion, don't shout that it hurts." ”

"Okay, don't shout pain...... Ahh

“......”

The effect of a product of healing medicine is absolutely first-class, and after a few minutes, the pain of the injured person has decreased a lot, and he spoke again, his name is Qin Ziling, because of the relationship between the surname Qin, it is said that he used to be the bloodline of the royal family of the Qin Empire, but it has declined, and his father is waiting for him to comprehend the martial soul of the god lock, and the result is ......

"As a result, what martial soul have you comprehended?" Lin Muyu asked.

Qin Ziling opened his hand, and a plant sprang out of his palm, Lin Muyu knew it, and blurted out: "I'm rubbing, dog tail flower?"

"If you don't say it, will you die?" Qin Ziling glanced at him resentfully.

"It doesn't matter, no matter how powerful the martial soul cultivation is, it is also very impressive. Lin Muyu opened his hand, and the orange gourd martial soul swayed in the palm of his hand, and said with a smile: "Look at my Qinghu, the tenth-rank martial soul, it is not that I have cultivated to this point today." ”

Qin Ziling could naturally feel the powerful power of the gourd martial spirit, and he was dumbfounded.

......

At noon, Lin Muyu helped Qin Ziling get up and went to the canteen to eat together, but when he just entered, Qin Ziling hid like a frightened bird, and said: "Lin Zhi, the hall on the right side of the canteen is where the instructors eat, and we sparring partners need to stand by the low wall on the left side to eat." ”

Lin Muyu was speechless, thinking that there were really many rules in the temple, and the hierarchy was too strict, but this did have benefits, and it could make people work harder.

6 More and more people came to dinner, there were sparring trainers and instructors, and each instructor always held his chest high, especially those gold star instructors and silver star instructors, who were eager to put their badges on other people's faces.

"Yo, the sandbag boy seems to have become swollen today?" Not far away, a Silver Star instructor teased Qin Ziling.

Qin Ziling was a little wooden, chewing the food wordlessly, the sparring partner's lunch was a third-class ration, a piece of flatbread plus a bowl of broth, although it was called broth, but in fact there was only a little oil star floating, and the rest were cabbage stalks and the like, Lin Muyu lowered his head to eat, anyway, as long as he could eat enough, he was not so picky.

On the contrary, the Silver Star instructor continued to laugh and said: "Sandbag boy, I heard that you are still a descendant of the imperial royal family, why haven't you comprehended the Divine Lock Martial Soul, hahaha, quickly release your dog tail flower to make everyone happy!"

Everyone laughed in a circle, Qin Ziling was said to be red-faced, and used chopsticks to pound the already soaked dough in the bowl. More and faster chapters are here.

At this time, Lin Muyu finally couldn't help it, stood up and said to the Silver Star instructor: "He is a worker in the temple, no different from you, don't humiliate him like this anymore, this is tantamount to humiliating yourself." ”

The instructor immediately became angry, and his eyes raised: "What kind of thing are you kid, just a sparring partner, do you have a part in talking here?"

As he spoke, he suddenly bent his body slightly, and the next moment he bumped into him, and the image of a bear's martial soul appeared on his shoulder, this is a power-type cultivator, no wonder it is so rampant, I don't know how many people have suffered under this move!

"Be careful, Lin Zhi!" Qin Ziling said in shock.

Lin Muyu was unusually calm, took a few steps back in a turn, and opened his hand to call out the gourd martial spirit, the double defense bonus of the dragon scale wall + the tortoise shell, and puffed up his true qi!

"Peng!"

There was a loud bang, and waves of air rippled in all directions. Be the first to update

Qin Ziling almost didn't dare to look at it and closed his eyes, but when he opened his eyes, he saw that the Silver Star instructor was bounced out, and the wolf fell to the ground, while Lin Muyu stood there like no one else, standing still.

"Aha...... Instructor Lei Ying, what's wrong with you?" a group of instructors around him began to laugh at this instructor named Lei Ying again.

Lei Ying's face was full of shame, but he already knew that this kid was very strong under contact, so he snorted coldly and turned his head and left.

......

On the way back, Qin Ziling was so happy that he seemed to be about to dance.

"Lin Zhi, it's really enjoyable, you don't know what Lei Ying's donkey face has become, hahaha, many sparring partners have been injured under the impact of his bear martial spirit, you can be regarded as a bad breath for all the sparring partners today!"

Lin Muyu said with a smile: "Ziling, you have to become stronger quickly, otherwise you will still be reduced to a character who is beaten up." ”

Qin Ziling's expression darkened, and said: "Do you think I don't want to become stronger? My father has been forcing me to cultivate since I was a child, but there are high and low talents, I know how many catties and taels I have, I am almost 3o years old, but I haven't even entered the realm, and I have comprehended a waste martial spirit, I think this is how I will be in my life......"

Lin Muyu didn't know how to comfort him, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, I'm born to be useful......

Qin Ziling didn't understand what he meant, but he felt that it made sense.

In the evening, Lin Muyu went out of the temple and went to the Elixir Division to find Chu Yao, and sure enough, Chu Yao had already been highly valued in the Elixir Division with her cultivation in the Medicine Divine Codex, and she was listed as a second-class alchemist on the first day.

"Ah Yu!"

After seeing Lin Muyu, Chu Yao was very happy, and took him to play in the Elixir Division, in fact, there was nothing fun, except that refining medicine is refining medicine, and about the herbs, Lin Muyu had already been used to it, and he didn't care.

When it gets dark, return to the temple.

Just cultivating in the room, the space is too small to practice the Demon Sound Knife, so you can only silently refine the strength of the true qi, in fact, cultivation is nothing more than refining the purity of the true qi again and again, and gaining more and stronger strength in the process.

......

At this time, the dragon hunting forest is in the forest.

In the moonlight, a row of rock walls towered into the jungle like sharp blades, and a small depression appeared below the rock wall, and a glimmer of fire came from there.

The dew fell on the girl's fair shoulders along the pine trees on the rocks, she gently pulled open her clothes, and poured the freshly refined potion on the wound behind her back, but there were bursts of hot pain, so that she could only clench her silver teeth to endure the pain, she couldn't help it, and a trace of tears slipped down the long eyelashes from the corners of her eyes.

Her stomach rumbled, she looked at the dark jungle, twitched her delicate nose, and said to herself aggrievedly: "Is this gold sore medicine wrong, why is it so painful...... If it's Mu Mu's potion, it won't hurt, right?"

As she spoke, she looked up at the stars in the sky and muttered, "Mu Mu, you must not be dead, right?"

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