A sharp and piercing voice came into Lin Mochen's ears, and he frowned before he could look back.

However, he felt that this seemed impolite, so Lin Mochen calmed down and looked over.

A lean middle-aged man appeared in sight, his face maintaining the image of a zombie, and the blood on his hands loomed.

This is a master of more than seven generations of generals!

"I don't know what to say?" he said, adjusting his stance slightly, and his two hands could start fighting at any time.

"Don't be nervous, they're all brothers in the dark pavilion. Shi Jia's voice was still so ugly, but there was a hint of kindness on his face, "I want to ask you, have you seen a young man who has been a general for ten generations?

Shook his head slightly, relieving the discomfort in his lower ears.

"I've been in this forest for a long time, and I've encountered a lot of fierce beasts, but I haven't seen zombies yet." But do we still have a young master of the tenth generation of generals in our dark pavilion?"

There was a puzzled expression on his face, but his heart was full of imagination - he didn't seem to be the weakest!

Shi Jia didn't have the slightest change in his expression, and replied in his voice: "I can't talk about the young master, I'm just ordered to protect him." I'm still anxious to find him, goodbye!"

Before Lin Mochen could ask, the uncle disappeared from view.

"Neurotic, who wants to help you with this attitude ......"

Whoosh, the uncle reappeared in the field of vision, "Is your name Lin Chen?"

"No, no. Lin Mochen replied with some hesitation, with a hint of fright on his face, he would meet again so soon.

"Farewell!"

This is called a master! Coming and going like the wind, flickering and disappearing.

No, Lin Chen is my previous pseudonym, and my previous cultivation was also a general's ten generations.

Ma Dan, the guessed little young master is me, there is no weaker teenager than me!

Looking for me? Want to protect me?

First, I'm not a young master, I'm just a servant; second, what he just said was lost, I should have met, I don't know this Obasan; third, ......

Enough, this person didn't even report his name, and his behavior must not be decent.

But what is there to touch in yourself?

Epee?

A weird, but no one will take a fancy to it.

Exercises?

It is estimated that there are tens of millions more than me in this dark pavilion, and there should be a lot of good ones.

Enemy?

The one who just lost his face? And the "playboy" last time was barely one? But he wouldn't come to seek revenge in such a daze.

No, you have to get out of here first. Which direction did that guy come from?

Forget it, the search must be forward or left, and I will go back first.

But it was too dangerous just now, so I replied stupidly, this courage is not good, you have to practice!

Fortunately, "Lin Chen" is just a pseudonym, otherwise he would have hung up.

Lin Mochen stepped back cautiously, trying not to leave a trace.

Retreating all the way, he killed the fierce beasts casually when he encountered them, and took their blood.

It was also a blessing in disguise, and his cultivation improved steadily, and he suddenly reached the middle of the eighth generation of generals, and he was closer to the peak.

Sure enough, picky eaters are not good children.

Receiving the encouragement of improving his strength, Lin Mochen's shot became even more unscrupulous, with a general in his left hand and a beast in his right hand.

Fully implement the concept of "no matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat", and implement the policy of "goose plucking".

One end, two ends...... Ten heads, finally this feeling of fullness again.

Throwing the tenth fierce beast of the eighth generation of generals to the ground, he couldn't help but unbridled to stir up the blood around him and announce the return of the peak.

The blood qi, the peak of the eight generations, is so rich that it almost turns into substance.

The physical body, the peak of the eight generations, except for the heart, the other dead organs have been greatly improved, especially the kidney organs.

The strength is far beyond the eight generations, and the bonus of the divine power point allows him to attack the seven generations of generals, and he can hit hard.

If you do it again, the aftermath will be a punch, and you don't have to delay time at all.

Lin Mochen suddenly let go of pride in his heart, I don't know if he can confront a general for seven generations?

"You are Lin Chen!"

The sudden sound frightened Lin Mochen again, after all, it was not to scare the big students, and he lacked courage.

"Big brother, people are scared to death. Patting his chest, he said casually.

"You are Lin Chen, why did you lie to me?" Shi Jia's voice was filled with anger.

"Big brother, my name is really not Lin Chen, I swear!" Lin Mochen behaved extremely sincerely, "And I'm not the garbage of the tenth generation of generals, I am the peak of the eighth generation of generals!"

Shi Jia's eyes narrowed slightly, "So fast, what treasure do you have, take it out for me!"

A catastrophe has not passed, and another catastrophe has risen. I moved a big rock.

"What treasure can I have, if I have, it won't be my turn to use, I will definitely dedicate it to the Pavilion Master, and have a good future." Knowing that he couldn't be good, the blood on Lin Mochen's body began to churn.

"Still want to resist?" even sarcastic words were so harsh.

As soon as his heart moved, the heavy sword appeared in his hand. The sudden appearance of silver light shines on Shi Jia's eyes, and it is a sword split.

Shi Jia was still expressionless, just raised his left hand with blood-colored nails to block.

This heavy split even exceeded the 1,000 Jun power of the seventh generation of the generals, and almost reached the 3,000 Jun power of the six generations of the generals. Without surprise, Shi Jia took three steps back.

Lin Mochen, who seized the opportunity, did not waste the slightest, and the basic sword style in his hand was one move after another.

Shi Jia, who had appreciated the great power, did not dare to deal with the heavy sword lightly, but saw the moves, and separated one killing move after another with his hands.

"What is the origin of this general, the flesh * body is so strong?"

His hands were shaken by the power of the heavy sword, and Lin Mochen could only grit his teeth and insist.

"Your strength is far superior to your strength, but it's not enough. If you tie your hands and arrest you, I'll leave you a decent way to die later. "Shi Jia's strength is several points stronger than Lin Mochen.

Lin Mochen was silent, his teeth were clenched, and the heavy sword in his hand was even more anxious.

Splitting swords, cloud swords, twisted swords, piercing swords......

It's now, "Boiling Blood!"

The qi and blood of the whole body boiled, a layer of blood mist filled the body, and the strength of the surrounding body became three points stronger, reaching the 100,000 jin of the peak of the sixth generation of generals.

The heavy sword was like a bamboo, giving full play to the power of the sword style, and quickly stabbed at the stone armor.

Looking at the more powerful heavy sword, Shi Jia did not retreat at all, but raised his hands and blocked them in front of his chest.

The heavy sword was approaching, and a sound of gold and iron friction sounded, which aroused Lin Mochen's goosebump under the high tension.

The sword momentum of the heavy sword finally stopped, and Lin Mochen watched with some despair as the head of the heavy sword was one foot in front of the stone armor's chest.