Super Martial God

"It seems that you are unconvinced." Lin Zheng looked dignified. "Well, in the face of the four elders, I'll give you a chance to make up for your mistakes, so as not to say I'm arbitrary."

"What opportunity?" Lin Mu smiled. He never thought Lin Zheng would have any good intentions.

"The old man who controls the beast has recently cultivated a group of new demon beasts. There is a shortage of demon martial arts disciples. This is a great opportunity for the Lin family to make friends with the old man who controls the beast. It happens that you have not determined a candidate yet, so you will participate on behalf of the family." Lin Zheng said slowly.

"What a great opportunity, second uncle. Are you really my second uncle?" Lin Mu's heart was cold and his eyes were full of irony.

The old man who controls the beast is a famous warrior in Xichuan city. It is said that his strength is no less than the Ninth level of the warrior. More importantly, he is good at controlling the monster and can let the monster fight for himself. A person is equivalent to a small army.

Every year, the old man who controls the beast will cultivate new demons, which requires special martial arts disciples to fight with the demons, test the strength of the demons, and help the old man to select powerful demons.

Monsters are divided into small monsters and big monsters. Small monsters are equivalent to human martial disciples, and big monsters are equivalent to martial artists.

However, most monsters are born with strong physique, especially in the early stage. They have great advantages and completely suppress humans at the same level. Therefore, regardless of Ruo Wu disciples such as small demons, they are actually a great threat to Wu disciples.

However, in order to meet the strength of the little demon, the old man who controls the beast does not allow the martial arts to come, because the strength of the martial arts is too strong to test the strength of the new little demon.

Each aristocratic family knows that it is extremely dangerous to send people to try demon martial arts disciples, but in order to make friends with the powerful animal controlling old man, they still send their own martial arts disciples every year.

"Try the demon?" The seven elders frowned, "last year, the Lin family sent them to take part in the demon test. They were level six martial arts disciples. Later, they all died. Isn't it too dangerous for Lin Mu to go? I think it's better to send a collateral son? "

"I don't like to hear this from the seven elders." The four elders said in a strange way, "is Lin Mu's life life life, and the life of collateral children is not life?"

As soon as the old man's face changed, he didn't know how to refute it. Of course, the life of collateral children is not as important as that of legitimate children, but this kind of words is only a default rule, which can be kept in mind, but can never be said.

"Thank you, seven elders."

Lin Mu is still very fond of the seven elders. He is the only firm supporter of his father when he was in the family. He has never taken refuge in Er Bolin Zheng.

"Lin Mu, don't be afraid. It's ridiculous today. Even if I risked my life, I won't let them succeed." The seven elders said angrily.

Lin Mu shook his head and said faintly, "when?"

"Two days later." The fourth elder smiled.

"OK, I'll go." Lin Mu agreed.

fear?

Why should I be afraid? It's too late to be happy.

The first masterpiece of the nine Jue Sutra, the northern Ming Jue, is to improve cultivation by swallowing vitality. It happens that he can't find a suitable opportunity. Now Lin Zheng's calculation is very dangerous, but it's not a good opportunity.

Try demon martial arts disciples. They can fight with monsters in good faith. Even if they kill monsters, no one will blame them, because dead monsters can only show that monsters are too weak.

"Never." The seven elders' faces changed greatly.

The fourth elder and others laughed and felt that Lin Mu had succumbed.

"Well, since Lin Mu himself agreed, let's make a decision." Lin Zhengyan smiled and ignored the words of the seven elders.

"Lin Mu, wait."

As soon as Lin Mu came out of the conference hall, the voice of the seven elders came from behind.

"Seven elders."

He stopped. Lin Mu looked very respectful. He remembered the previous help.

The seven elders sighed, but they knew that the decision made at the clan meeting could not be changed. Besides, it didn't help. They said, "what are you going to do in the next two days?"

Lin Mu shook his head: "it happened so suddenly that I didn't make any preparations at all."

"You don't have a weapon yet?" The seven elders pointed out.

"Seven elders, what do you mean?" Lin Mu's heart moved when he heard this.

"It's too late to cultivate martial arts in two days, but I can get familiar with weapons and cultivate my hand feeling." The seven elders patted Lin Mu on the shoulder, "go and go to the Tibetan military Pavilion. I can't get into other places. I can still talk in the Tibetan military Pavilion."

The person in charge of the Tibetan military Pavilion is elder Zhengqi.

"OK."

Lin Mu was warm. With a weapon, he added a little more assurance of life.

With seven elders leading the way, Lin Mu easily entered the Tibetan Pavilion.

"Lin Mu, go in and choose by yourself. Don't worry. You must choose the weapon that suits you."

Seven elders are patient.

"I will."

Lin Mu was also very excited to think that he would have his own weapons soon.

The Tibetan pavilion has two floors.

The first level is inferior, medium and top-grade weapons, while the second level is yellow level weapons. It is even said that there are spiritual weapons.

Yellow rank weapons and spirit tools are too precious. Lin Mu is naturally not qualified to choose, and the family will not allow it.

Not strong enough, but with high-level weapons, it is bound to attract the covet of the strong.

At this time, there were other family children in the Tibetan soldier Pavilion, but Lin Mu didn't care about them. His eyes were attracted by a wide range of weapons.

"Huh? Isn't this Lin Mu's waste? "

Lin Mu is definitely famous in the Lin family. Although it is a bad name, no one knows it. These family children recognize him at a glance.

"Hahaha, Lin Mu, don't you like poison master? What weapons do you use? " A fourth rank warrior teased.

Lin Mu glanced at them faintly. Maybe he didn't know every one of these martial arts children, but the fourth level martial arts man and his companions were very familiar.

They are collateral children of the family, named Lin Gang and Lin Yun. Lin Yun is not impressed, but Lin Gang humiliated him before.

But now, he did not take these people to heart. He quickly took back his eyes and focused on the weapons around him.

"What weapon should I use?"

Lin Mu couldn't make up his mind when he kept observing and walking in front of each weapon rack.

The sword?

Known as "the king of hundreds of soldiers" and "the instrument of saints", Lin Mu is extremely noble, but he doesn't feel that moved.

gentleman? Saints?

He never did not consider himself such a person.

Guns?

The king weapon in the army is famous for its domineering power. Lin Mu also feels that it is not suitable for him.

Compared with domineering, he yearns for lightness, carefree and unrestrained.

Knife?

The prestige is not under the sword, but it still seems to lack something.

Lin Mu's eyes suddenly lit up when his footsteps inadvertently stopped on the weapon rack with flying knives.

A flying knife shaped like a dragon and thin like a cicada's wing inexplicably appeared in his mind.