Chapter 344 Vow to win first place

The crowd was like boiling water, surging and surging.

The sound waves were like tides, one wave higher than the other. The sound of ridicule, jealousy, and abuse was endless.

Lin Mu stood in front of the hall, his face calm. Although he had lost all his cultivation, his hearing was still there, and it was extremely sharp. He heard everyone's discussion and abuse one by one. Although he was a little angry in his heart, he did not show it on his face.

People's hearts are unpredictable, and they are all driven by interests. Very few people really care about him.

Before, he was strong and powerful. Although he attracted countless admiration, there were also many jealous people; now that he was down and out and lost all his cultivation, these people naturally seized the opportunity, spared no effort, and added insult to injury, and ridiculed him to the utmost. They were simply unscrupulous and the sound waves shook the sky.

"He is now completely a waste!"

"Waste, completely a waste!"

"The ten major sects are blind!"

The sound waves rose and fell, one after another.

"He should be disqualified from the competition!"

"It's really shameful for such a person to participate in the competition."

The competition was forced to be interrupted due to the invective. The cultivators competing on the high platform had to stop.

Many spiritual solitude cultivators followed the crowd and shouted recklessly, with veins on their foreheads bulging and faces twisted, looking extremely hideous. It seemed that every time they cursed, they would be happier. Some people even enjoyed it, enjoying the pleasure of kicking someone when he was down.

"The ten major sects are really blind!"

Suddenly, someone took the lead and shouted this sentence in unison.

Three times in a row, in front of the Wushuang Hall, the faces of the ten major sect leaders were all livid.

These spiritual solitude cultivators, relying on the chaos, were really unscrupulous and dared to say anything.

Luo Yan stood behind Yin Xin, without any anger on his face, and remained calm.

He had already seen that many of the abusive cultivators below were disciples of the top ten sects, and the ridicule and abuse were even led by the disciples of the top ten sects.

At the sword test conference, Lin Mu's sword was so powerful that he split a mid-stage Jindan cultivator with his strength, which shocked the Tianxiao world and attracted countless jealousy. However, due to Lin Mu's strength and Yin Xin's deterrence, these disciples of the big sects could only grit their teeth and endure. Now that they have seized the opportunity and taken advantage of the chaos, these people will naturally not let go easily.

Right and wrong, black and white, anyone with a discerning eye can see clearly.

These crazy abusive people are destined to fail to achieve great things.

Those talented cultivators all stood in the corner without saying a word, just like ordinary people.

In the chaos, they can still calm their hearts. Such people are the most terrifying.

With a worried look on his face, he glanced at Lin Mu and saw that Lin Mu looked calm, as if he was not affected. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Not arrogant when winning, not discouraged when losing, unmoved by wind and rain, as firm as a mountain, is the style.

But at this time, another wave of abuse was set off below.

"Trash shouldn't have come to participate in the competition!"

"What a waste of a top 100 spot!"

"What a pity!"

"He should get out of Wushuang Jianmen!"

As soon as this curse came out, it was immediately followed by a crowd of people.

"Get out of Wushuang Jianmen!"

The sound waves came and pointed directly at Lin Mu.

Sometimes, words are more lethal than sword moves.

Lin Mu was irritable and tried his best to calm his mind, but the curses in his ears continued, and he still felt irritated and angry.

The curses buzzed in his ears, making him irritable. He had a premonition that if this continued, he would explode sooner or later.

If he was still strong, he would not care about these words at all. It was precisely because he had lost all his cultivation now that these curses really hit his pain, like salt on the wound, bleeding.

"Get out of Wushuang Jianmen!"

The shouts below were loud and unscrupulous.

The faces of the ten major sect leaders were livid, and even Wushuang Zhenren showed a hint of anger.

Yinxin's face was still calm, like a calm well.

No one came out to stop the abuse below, which was obviously someone taking advantage of the opportunity to add insult to injury.

The faces of the ten major sect leaders were livid, but no one stepped forward.

Before, he had already offended other sects by occupying three peaks alone. Now that Lin Mu was in a state of decline, they wished that the abuse below would be ten times more intense and hit Lin Mu hard.

But at this time.

Wow!

A dazzling golden light flashed, and a golden flying sword suddenly flew out.

Cai Heng, the head of the Wanjian Sect, pointed his sword at the crowd, his face was cold, and he shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

The sword light was bright, illuminating the entire Wuling Peak. The pressure of the late Jindan cultivator was released wantonly, and the abuse stopped abruptly.

The entire Wuling Peak was suddenly silent, and you could hear a pin drop.

After a month of recuperation, with the help of the sect's secret medicine, Cai Heng has recovered. At this moment, he stepped forward!

"You have no right to point fingers at the ten major sects." Cai Heng shouted coldly: "You have no right to point fingers at Lin Mu's strength. No matter how he is now, he has defeated a Jindan-stage cultivator before, and he is also an elder of my Wanjian Sect. His strength is obvious to all, and I am convinced. I didn't say anything, why are you talking so much nonsense! Noisy!"

As soon as the word "noisy" came out, the crowd felt a vibration in their ears, as if the earth was shaking, and they were dizzy.

No one dared to make a loud noise or curse loudly.

But there were still some whispers.

"Cai Heng was scared of being beaten!"

"Now you start to cling to Yin Xin's thigh, you are really servile!"

"You are the first one to speak for Lin Mu!"

The crowd was whispering, and Cai Heng naturally heard it, but he didn't say anything, with a faint smile on his face, and retreated to his original position.

Master Wushuang took a step forward at this time and said angrily: "You all saw Lin Mu's previous performance. No matter how he is now, he is worthy of being selected as one of the twenty seed players! If you are not convinced, , although you can defeat him in the competition! The premise is that you must at least enter the top 100! People who are not even in the top 100 have no right to talk about him! "

Even Master Wushuang came forward, and there was a sudden silence below.

After scanning the entire audience, Master Wushuang snorted coldly. All the cultivators were shocked and did not dare to speak any more.

"The competition continues!" Master Wushuang said coldly: "Today we will select the top 100!"

Under the judgment of the Jindan cultivator, the competition began again.

The sword light flashed and the battle became more intense.

This is the last round of competition. Twenty people have been selected for the top 100 seats in advance. In today's round of competition, a total of eighty top experts in the Soul Silence Stage will be selected.

Swords flashed, blood burst out, and the competition was in full swing, extremely brutal.

Up to this point in the competition, the cultivators are extremely close in strength. Most of those who have reached this point are in the late stage of Ling Jing, and some are already at the peak of Ling Jing. They are only one step away from the golden elixir.

The strength is almost the same, and the competition is based on the quality of each person's flying sword, their swordsmanship, and their ferocity!

There is only one step left to become the top 100. No one wants to give up. They all try their best and use all their cards.

Some cultivators have even unleashed powerful sword skills. Although they are only forcibly displayed, and there is still a long way to go compared to real sword skills, their power cannot be underestimated and they are extremely sharp!

Lin Mu has lost all his cultivation, but his vision is still there. He is also deeply afraid of some sword cultivators, especially now, they are unmatchable to him.

What shocked him even more was that on the ninth high platform, there were actually two people dueling with sword skills!

Moreover, the sword skills performed by these two people were not forced. They were all real sword skills and extremely powerful!

Two real masters meet!

Many people's eyes couldn't help but be attracted by this competition.

At this time, Master Wushuang suddenly waved his hand and placed a cyan restriction, protecting Yinxin and Lin Mu within it.

Looking at Lin Mu, Master Wushuang said with concern: "Your injury has recovered, but why is your cultivation so weird? You lost all of it in one month?"

Lin Muzheng didn't know what to say, so he said secretly: "I taught him a secret healing method that can quickly restore his injuries, but the cost is extremely painful. When his injuries recover, all his cultivation will be lost."

Master Wushuang suddenly nodded. The secret method was of course a secret that was not taught. He was not in a position to ask in detail, so he hurriedly asked, "I wonder if Lin Mu's cultivation will be able to recover after he recovers from his injury?"

"This is natural." Yinxin said calmly: "He just lost his cultivation, but his realm is still there. If he wants to recover, he will be able to return to the top soon. Of course, this will take a long time."

"Then can you still recover before the competition starts?" Wushuang's face relaxed and he asked again.

"Are you kidding me?" Yin Xin said with a smile: "He can recover to the late stage of Qi refining, which is considered a rapid progress!"

Master Wushuang nodded: "If you put it this way, Lin Mu will definitely have difficulty in this competition, and he will even lose the first game!"

Yinxin was speechless, and there was silence for a while.

Master Wushuang glanced at Lin Mu, then at Yinxin, and said with a smile: "I made a bet with you before. If Lin Mu wins the first place, I will promise him two requests. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse. If he wins If not, you have to agree to my two demands. With Lin Mu’s current situation, I can’t win, so what do you think if we cancel this bet?”

Yinxin shook his head gently: "What you say is like water that is thrown out. How can you take it back? I am willing to admit defeat in this bet. Regardless of whether Lin Mu can win the first place, I will bet with you!"

Yinxin glanced at Lin Mu and said confidently: "In my opinion, there is nothing he can't do, as long as he is willing to do it! I believe in him!"

When Lin Mu heard this, his whole body was shocked. His heart, which had become cold after being reviled by thousands of people, suddenly became warm, all the way to his heart.

Master Wushuang obviously didn't think highly of Lin Mu and smiled bitterly: "If you insist on doing this, I naturally can't object."

Yinxin nodded: "No one can predict what the future will bring. No matter what, we can't give up this last hope."

Master Wushuang looked serious and nodded solemnly.

At this time, the ninth high platform competition was about to determine the winner.

A cultivator in blue robe was knocked off the stage and was covered with scars. A cultivator in purple clothes, covered in blood, stood proudly on the stage, like a victorious general, feeling the roar of the mountains below like a tsunami, with a look of intoxication on his face.

Lin Mu glanced at the tens of thousands of cultivators in the audience and secretly vowed in his heart: He must win the first place!

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