Super Martial God

Not far from Lin Mu, in an attic.

Lin Feilong and several other young children of the Lin family are standing here.

"You see, this waste is so arrogant that he came out early in the morning to show off."

"Fourth brother, you can't bear it. He's deliberately showing it to us. He's mocking our incompetence."

"It's not us who are incompetent. It's Lin Zhaojun's useless thing. He brought six fourth and fifth level martial disciples and let Lin Mu come back alive."

"Give me a break." Lin Feilong looked gloomy. "Lin Zhaojun is useless, but it's meaningful for you to scold a dead man here?"

"Dead? Fourth brother, what do you mean? "

"Is Lin Zhaojun dead?"

Other people's faces changed when they heard the speech.

"Good."

Lin Feilong gripped the window fence with his palm, "Zhou Qingfeng and I are a little private. Yesterday he told me that not only Lin Zhaojun, but everyone who attacked and killed Lin Mu this time is dead."

"How is this possible?" The others were unbelievable, "they all brought the map of demon raising cave. How can they die?"

"Don't ask me, I want to know why." Lin Feilong bit his teeth. "In short, from now on, we can't underestimate this bastard."

"After hearing what the fourth brother said, I also think this waste is very evil. According to his direction, it seems to be the Martial Arts Pavilion. What should we do?" Someone asked.

"We'll go too."

Lin Feilong's eyes were cold. "Once this bastard selects the right martial arts, his strength will become stronger. We must kill all opportunities for him to become stronger."

Wuji Pavilion.

At the door of the attic stood a middle-aged man, fat and big ears, but his breath was not vulgar. He was a ninth order martial artist.

The Lin family's children who borrow martial arts from each other are respectful to this person, because this person is the steward of the Martial Arts Pavilion, Feng Yan.

At this time, on the wide road outside, a spirit horse came flying. The rider was a young man in royal clothes. He turned over and dismounted gracefully.

"Isn't this the fourth young master?"

Feng Yan smiled. "I'm afraid you didn't come here to borrow martial arts? The last time you borrowed the pure Yang palm technique, you practiced it for less than half a month. "

"Steward Feng is really wise."

Lin Feilong held it for a while, then slipped a small brocade bag into steward Feng's hand while people were not paying attention, and said, "this time, I have some problems in practice. I want to consult steward Feng."

Feng Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and the surface was light and clear. He skillfully hid the brocade bag in his sleeve.

As soon as he touched his hand, he immediately judged that there was a small half of the spirit stone in the brocade bag, and the smile on his face was stronger.

At the same time, his eyes showed a clear color and said quietly, "the fourth young master is really diligent and eager to learn. Come with me. You can ask me what you don't understand."

To the side hall of Wuji Pavilion.

Feng Yan stood still, his hands behind his back and said, "I don't know what you want me to do, fourth young master?"

"This time, I'm going to deal with a man who must know manager Feng. His name is Lin Mu." Lin Feilong and Feng Yan have traded many times. They know who they are and don't hide it in private.

"Lin Mu, this waste? Although it's not difficult to deal with him, I'm in charge of a Martial Arts Pavilion. It's always difficult to deal with him. No matter what he says, I'm still a legitimate son. " Feng yanmu murmured.

"Of course I won't let steward Feng do it. It's not overqualified to do it with this waste with the strength of steward Feng."

Lin Feilong is very flattering and complacent about what steward Feng said. "Steward Feng may not know that this waste is coming to the Martial Arts Pavilion now. Hey, this Martial Arts Pavilion, but Feng is in charge of your chassis. When he gets here, he can escape from your palm? "

"What a waste! How dare you practice martial arts?" Feng Yan seemed to hear something strange, then waved his hand, "this kind of person is really not worth my shot, but since the fourth young master spoke, how can I give face. Don't worry, I'll certainly help you with this. "

"Oh?"

Lin Feilong said curiously, "I don't know what clever plan manager Feng has?"

"Fourth young master, do you remember that there is a peerless treasure in my Lin family's Martial Arts Pavilion?" Speaking of the word "peerless", Feng Yan deliberately lengthened his tone.

Lin Feilong's eyes were sharp and bright: "what steward Feng said, is it the King Kong Tiger subduing fist?"

"Of course, this fist is said to have been handed down by the ancestors of the Lin family, but the damage is too serious. The strong men of the Lin family have studied this fist in all dynasties, and no one has practiced it so far." Fengyan Youzai Youzai road.

"OK, ha ha, this fist is most suitable for Lin Mu. He must have got this fist and thank manager Feng for your kindness." Lin Feilong was very happy, but then he worried, "but Lin Mu, do you really choose King Kong Fuhu fist? What if he chooses other martial arts? "

"Choose martial arts? You have to have time to choose. " Feng Yan smiled coldly.

Just when they plotted, Lin Mu came to Wuji Pavilion.

Feng Yan's strength was strong. He first felt: "fourth young master, the waste of Lin Mu has come."

Lin Feilong saw that it was so. He didn't have time to ask Feng Yan what to do, so he had to say, "please let Feng take charge."

Although Lin Fei didn't come to the Martial Arts Pavilion for the first time, the last time was eight years ago. At that time, he had just started practicing martial arts and came here to borrow "Chuanbu boxing".

In the twinkling of an eye, it is strange to come again. The placement of many bookshelves has changed.

He had to bear it and look for and read it slowly.

Just as he was reading a martial art, a fat middle-aged man came over.

Lin Mu recognized that Feng Yan, the steward of Wuji Pavilion, didn't care. After all, as the steward, it's normal to appear in Wuji Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yan stopped in front of him.

"Lin Mu, I haven't seen you for years." Feng Yan seems to say hello, but his words are full of irony.

I haven't seen you for many years. This is tantamount to saying that Lin Mu is waste material. Only if the cultivation speed is too slow, can we cultivate higher-level martial arts.

Lin Mu naturally heard that Feng Yan was clearly ill intentioned and frowned: "manager Feng, just say something."

"After all these years, you must be unfamiliar with the rules of the Martial Arts Pavilion."

Feng Yan grimaced, "but the family has regulations. If you want to borrow martial arts, you must first be familiar with the rules of the Martial Arts Pavilion."

The family has such rules, but it's just a pose. Just get a general understanding. No one will really be familiar with them one by one.

Feng Yan, no doubt, is making trouble for him.

However, every sentence of Feng Yan's words was reasonable, so people couldn't find anything wrong. Lin Mu had to restrain his anger: "please speak, manager Feng."

"Wuji pavilion has five floors."

Feng Yan said slowly: "the first floor is inferior martial arts, including wearing step fist, bench palm, hundred flower fist and cross leg..."

"The second layer is a medium-grade martial arts skill, including six step Sanshou, silk winding hand and iron head skill..."

"The third layer is top-grade martial arts..."

"The fourth floor is the Yellow level martial arts..."

Feng Yan talked for a long time just introducing martial arts.

Lin Mu finally understood Feng Yan's intention, which was obviously delaying time. Then Feng Yan's words further confirmed his idea: "you can understand these things, but you should be familiar with the rules."

Then he took out a Book: "this is an overview of the rules of the Martial Arts Pavilion. Read it carefully. If you are familiar with it, you can come to me. I'll go to another place first."

"Feng Yan, Lin Mu will divide you into five parts someday."

Feng Yan must have an ulterior motive for delaying time like this. But what Lin Mu can't stand is Feng Yan's attitude of teasing him. Martial arts practitioners are not afraid of injury, but they must not be teased and humiliated.

As for the rules, he would not be foolish enough to really see it unless he had recite the book, or did he read it well, which was not Feng Yan has the final say.

"Feng Yan, why delay time?"

Calm down, Lin Mu began to think rationally, "remember, in order to prevent someone from stealing martial arts, the family limited everyone's stay in the Martial Arts Pavilion. They can only stay for three hours at a time, and they can only enter the Martial Arts Pavilion once every half a month."

"Feng Shiji, don't you want me to choose three Shiji?"

Thinking of this, Lin Mu was more determined to stop him from seeking martial arts, which was no less than blood feud for him.

"But Feng Yan, do you really think this will hinder me?"

Lin Mu sneered. He was really helpless before, but now he has heavenly eyes and can see through directly. Even across the bookshelf, he can see the contents of those books clearly.

Tianyanjue, open!

Suddenly, his eyes penetrated many obstacles and fell easily on the words in those martial arts books.

"That's great."

With the heart of relieving Qi, Lin Mu quickly "flipped" books.

Eh?

Wait, what seems to be wrong?

After reading several books, Lin Mu suddenly had a meal. He always felt a strange feeling.

But when I think about it, I can't think of it. Just shake my head and get ready to continue reading the next book.

The moment he looked away, his head stiffened.

"This..."

The previous books clearly appeared in his vision, as if there was a transparent light curtain in the void in front of him.

What's more strange is that as he moves his mind, those books will be flipped automatically, and the words inside are clearly visible.

Suddenly, Lin Mu was shocked: "my eyes can copy what I see?"

Originally, even if Feng Yan didn't delay, he could only stay for three hours. It was difficult to read half of the books on the first floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion.

In this case, the probability of choosing the martial arts suitable for you is too small.

Therefore, the martial arts of many family children are not the most suitable for themselves.

Now Lin Mu doesn't have this problem. Whatever his martial arts skills, copy them first. Later, there will be time to choose slowly.

"Come on, come on."

It took Lin Mu half an hour to copy all the sixty-two inferior martial arts on the first floor.

Then he looked through the pavilion and spent another hour copying the 35 middle-class martial arts on the second floor.

He found that the higher the level of martial arts, the harder it is to copy.

Next is the third floor. There are only 16 top-grade martial arts. Lin Mu continues to use the perspective of Tianyan Jue.

After copying the martial arts of the third layer, nearly an hour and a half have passed, and we can't continue to stay in the Martial Arts Pavilion immediately.

Although Lin Mu still wants to copy the Yellow level martial arts on the fourth floor, he can only give it up now. First, he doesn't have enough time and second, his spiritual power is almost overdrawn.

The use of heavenly eye is not unlimited and consumes a lot of spiritual power.

"How's it going? Are you familiar with the rules? " Just at this time, Feng Yan's abusive voice sounded again.