Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 127
Although what Mo Lin said was not pleasant, he acted completely within the rules. If He Shouwu dared to attack him suddenly, he would violate the rules of Dabi. He is the number one in the inner sect. Who would see the strong challenge the weak? of?It should be more appropriate to change a word: lesson!
The audience began to discuss again.

After Mo Lin came to power, he yelled at Polygonum multiflorum, flogging him to the point where most of the disciples thought that he would challenge Polygonum multiflorum, but he backed down again when the situation was reversed.

"It turned out that it was just to show off the quickness of the tongue."

"I thought he was going to give us a surprise, but it turned out to be anticlimactic. I'm so disappointed."

"After all, He Shou Wu is the number one expert in the inner sect. Mo Lin has just been promoted to the inner sect, and his strength is at most a first-class martial artist. It is normal for him not to dare to challenge."

The surrounding discussions reached Mo Lin's ears, he smiled indifferently, ignored Polygonum multiflorum, and turned his attention to Zheng Ming and the others again.

"Zheng Ming, the four of you are all top [-] inner disciples of the Ruthless Sect. According to the ranking competition rules, as long as you are not injured, you must continue to accept challenges from others. Of course, there is also a two-hour interval between two challenges for you Adjusting the breath to restore the soul, but I think, if I challenge the four of you at the same time, this rest time should be cancelled, how dare you agree!"

"Shh!"

"what!"

"what!"

The crowd screamed uncontrollably, and everyone's eyes widened, thinking that they had heard it wrong.

"He wants to challenge the four top [-] masters?"

Crazy, Mo Lin must be crazy!

Even Huangfutian was taken aback by Mo Lin's actions, and almost stood up from the stands.

"Even if you have comprehended the sword intent and can leapfrog the challenge, how can you possibly be the opponent of the four second-level soul masters? This one-on-one single fight and one-on-four scuffle are completely different concepts. I'm afraid It only takes one turn to kill you."

Kun Shan opened his mouth so wide that he could stuff two fists into it, and he was speechless for a long time.

Mu Yao was stunned, and her beautiful eyes stared at Mo Lin blankly. She knew that this guy was very strong and his martial arts talent was comparable to others, but she never believed that he could fight four with one. It was Polygonum multiflorum, and I was afraid that I would not dare to commit such crazy suicide.

In Mu Yao's view, Mo Lin is committing suicide.

Only Li Yaxian stared at Mo Lin calmly, with a touch of excitement and joy in her eyes.

She knew that Mo Lin was definitely not an impulsive person. Since he proposed to fight four against one, he must be sure of winning. To this day, she still doesn't know anything about Mo Lin's cards. She shined brightly under the gaze, and she was flattered, full of pride and complacency.

Tang Xiaobao's eyes are full of small stars, and his admiration for Mo Lin is endless like a torrent of water. He is the only one among all the people who is not worried that Mo Lin will miss. His two chubby hands clapped and he shouted There was a cheering sound: "Brother is mighty, invincible!"

The Seventh Prince was also shocked by Mo Lin's arrogance, the folding fan in his hand kept shaking, his handsome face showed a look of excitement.

"This guy is too surprising. It seems that the position of Duke Protector is still a bit low. Why should he be named? This is a problem..."

"There are too many four people, let's challenge each one."

The presiding elder kindly reminded.

Mo Lin glanced at him gratefully: "Thank you for your care, elder. It takes too long to challenge one by one, and this disciple doesn't want to waste too much time."

The kindness was rejected, and the presiding elder didn't say anything.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you. If you want to [-]v[-], you don't have the qualifications. I alone is enough!"

The four of Zheng Ming were reprimanded by Mo Lin in public, full of shame and anger. They walked out of Song Yunbiao's queue and jumped onto the Ruthless Stage almost in no particular order.

"Come on, kill him for me, I don't want to see him again for a second!"

He Shouwu interrupted Zheng Ming, Mo Lin insulted him for being unkind, unrighteous and unwise, and repeatedly made him lose face, and hated him deeply.

The four of them looked at each other. Although they had already decided to join Xiaoyao Shengyuan, they did not dare not listen to He Shouwu's words, and Mo Lin's words just now aroused Song Yuanbiao's anger. Can't do it.

The figures flickered, the souls of the four people circulated, surrounding Mo Lin in the middle, four strong auras locked on Mo Lin's body, and with the sound of deep air explosions, two soul rings appeared on the top of each person's head, Clearly, ready to go all out once the shot is made.

"Mo Lin, go to hell!"

A dazzling brilliance of flames emerged from one person's body, and his palms formed prints. Suddenly, the tyrant's flames made a crackling sound, and the space seemed to be on fire.

Huge palm prints of flames blasted out, and a heat wave rolled over.

At the same time, the other three also launched an attack. The four second-level soul masters joined forces. Even if they didn't release their martial souls, the majestic killing intent they emitted was astonishing. Even everyone in the audience could feel the sharp chill .

As for Mo Lin, he had already been enveloped by various powerful attacks, as if he would be submerged in the next moment.

Then at this moment, a surge of breath surged out, and the domineering palm print suddenly appeared, and the cold black palm shadow shone with silver fluorescence, like a giant shark breaking through the net, it slammed out fiercely.

"Iron handprint!"

Seeing the two palm shadows behind the black handprint, the pupils of many inner disciples shrank sharply. Some of them had practiced the iron handprint, but they had only reached the level of Xiaocheng. The silver light emitted from Mo Lin's handprint clearly proved that he This set of palm techniques has been completed!

"Three palm prints? Just relying on this, you are still too far behind!"

A cry burst out from the corner of Zheng Ming's mouth. Seeing Mo Lin's palm prints facing him, the soul essence in his body gushed out wildly, and he waved his palms together to meet him...

"boom!"

The two palms collided, and there was a roar, and Zheng Ming's ferocious face showed a stern look, but when he felt the terrifying power coming from the palm, his expression suddenly changed, and he wanted to retreat quickly.

It's too late!

Iron Handprint is a middle-grade Xuan-level palm technique, which is extremely difficult to practice. Looking at the entire Unfeeling Sect, only some of the inheritance disciples have cultivated to the Dacheng state, but no one knows the true power of this set of palm techniques.

What Zheng Ming used was only a mysterious low-grade palm technique, and it was still at the Xiaocheng realm. He thought that his second-level martial artist cultivation could make up for his lack of martial skills, and he could use his thick soul essence to suppress his opponents. Mo Lin's biggest advantage is the soul element!He is not a first-level martial artist, but a second-level martial artist!

One miscalculation, and the whole game is lost.

The two dark energies of the iron handprint came one after another. If Zheng Ming resisted desperately, he might still be able to hold on for a while, but his retreat in the middle allowed Mo Lin's handprint to drive straight in and hit him hard on the chest!
(End of this chapter)