The most powerful emperor in the city

Chapter 185 The Provocation of Bailingmen
After Lin Yu's task was verified, the rewards were also issued.

A total of 560 and seven contribution points, the number has exceeded the highest record of entry-level disciples in previous years.

However, the teenager doesn't seem too satisfied yet.

"Hey, after a day and a night of hard work, I only got about [-] contribution points, which is so little..."

The outstanding disciple who ranks first can get [-] contribution points a day without doing anything, which is much easier than doing tasks by himself.

Lin Yu felt a little upset when he thought of this.

"I have to become an excellent disciple quickly, otherwise I won't get the spiritual energy resources of the sect, which will slow down my cultivation speed."

With a decision in mind, Lin Yu took the reward and left the mission hall, leaving only a group of stunned staff and disciples, looking at Lin Yu's back stupidly, looking at a loss.

Lin Yu was a little hungry, so he was not in a hurry to go back to the dormitory, but turned to the direction of the cafeteria.

Now that he has enough contribution points, he wants to try the more expensive health meals in the cafeteria.

To put it bluntly, the health-preserving meal is nothing more than some ordinary vegetables, but I don't know what method the master chef in the cafeteria used to make these vegetables into dishes that can nourish the roots of the five elements.

Although the degree of nourishment is not as high as that of high-grade pills, it is definitely beneficial if taken regularly.

"Are you Maoshan ordinary inner disciples only at this level? I am really disappointed. There are thousands of ordinary disciples, and none of them can take over my three moves. You Maoshan inner disciples should go home and farm. It's too embarrassing." The face of our spiritual master world!"

Lin Yu was walking when he suddenly heard such a mocking word full of contempt from not far away.

Stopping in his tracks, he looked over and found a group of people gathered together on the Dou Lingtai over there, as if someone was fighting on the stage.

Out of curiosity, Lin Yu stepped forward to see what happened.

Squeezing into the crowd, I saw an arrogant young man standing on the fighting spirit stage, holding a mahogany sword in his hand, pointing arrogantly at the disciples onlookers, like a rooster who has won a fight, his pride has no bounds.

Besides the young man on the Dou Lingtai, there were two fellow Maoshan students, about 30 years old, lying on the ground with their hands covering their chests, obviously seriously injured.

From the eyes of the two, one can see the fear and anger towards the young man. Don't think about it, they were defeated by the young man.

"I heard that Mo Rushui, who holds the title of number one expert among your ordinary inner disciples in Maoshan, has recently broken through to the late-stage strength of the eighth level of soul refining. My senior brother said that he has good potential and has the possibility of becoming an excellent disciple."

"Just right, I'm here today to challenge him to see if he's really that powerful. Go and ask him to come out and ask him if he dares to fight with me."

At this time, the young man on the Dou Lingtai said to the Maoshan sect disciples in a domineering manner.

Hearing this, the disciples in the audience whispered to each other, but no one left to look for Mo Rushui.

"Hey, do you bastards hear that? My Second Senior Brother Mingwu from Bailingmen asked you to find Mo Rushui, why are you still standing there stupidly? Can't you get scolded?"

Seeing that everyone was indifferent, the young man's two companions cursed loudly at the disciples of the Maoshan sect.

"Fuck, this Bailingmen disciple is too arrogant!"

"That's right, don't look at whose territory this is, dare to run wild with our Maoshan faction, don't want to live!"

All the Maoshan inner disciples in the audience shouted and cursed angrily.

"But...but they have already defeated more than 20 of our disciples in a row on the Dou Lingtai, and even senior brother Luo, who is ranked third among the inner disciples, is no match..."

Brother Luo is one of the most powerful disciples among the ordinary disciples of Maoshan Inner Sect. He once challenged Fang Hao. Although he failed, that battle made him famous.

But even such a strong person is not the enemy of the Bailingmen disciple named Mingwu.

"Why don't we go to Senior Brother Mo Rushui, among our inner disciples, only he is the strongest, otherwise, we will lose all face today."

someone said.

"Is it useful to find him? I heard that a year ago, Mo Rushui was defeated by the number one expert in Bailingmen, and the other party was five years younger than Mo Rushui. It would be embarrassing for him to go up."

Some people also said that they were not optimistic.

"Look, Brother Mo Rushui is here!"

Just as everyone was discussing, they suddenly heard someone shouting loudly.

"Hey, it's really Brother Mo!"

Seeing the person coming, the disciples in the audience got excited and consciously made way for Mo Rushui to pass.

Although some people are not optimistic about him, at this time, if you want to save face, you have to rely on Mo Rushui.

Lin Yu looked along the crowd, and saw a young man in a Taoist robe walking towards him with a sword. He was about 35 or six years old. From his tall body and deep eyes, he could see the fire of the soul. The strength reaches at least 87 points.

After Mo Rushui appeared, with a light step, he jumped directly onto the two-meter-high Dou Lingtai from the ground, and looked directly at Mingwu on the platform.

"You are Mo Rushui? It seems that you have some skills, but it seems that you have not become an outstanding disciple, right? Do you have the face to wear Taoist robes? You will lose to me later, so don't lose all the face of the Maoshan faction."

Ming Wu looked at Mo Rushui, sneered, and then drew out his mahogany sword, pointing at him.

"Hmph, I lost once under your Bailingmen, but that was a long time ago, and now I am no longer what I used to be. Today I will let you know what it means to humiliate yourself!"

Mo Rushui opened his mouth, his tone was extremely thick, and he pulled out the iron sword on his back, pointing at the other party, not timid at all.

"Hehe, among our spiritual masters, the sword users mainly use peach wood swords and jujube wood swords, but you use iron swords. I guess you are poor and can't even afford a psionic sword? Haha!"

With a loud laugh, Ming Wu began to activate the soul fire between the eyebrows, and under the blessing of powerful soul power, the entire mahogany sword body gave off a sharp momentum.

Mo Rushui didn't hesitate, and at the same time, he activated the soul fire and blessed it on the iron sword. However, his iron sword is not a spiritual sword for exorcising evil, and it doesn't fit well with the soul fire. There is a difference in strength.

"That guy from Bailingmen has such a strong soul fire, can Brother Mo really beat him?"

"I see Xuan, haven't you noticed? Brother Mo's iron sword can't even bless half of the soul fire, and he has already lost a bit in terms of momentum. I don't think the next fight will work."

"Then what should we do? Are we just watching the people from Bailingmen show off their power in our Maoshan faction?"

The aura of the two people on the stage directly touched the hearts of the disciples in the audience.

(End of this chapter)