Everything starts with martial arts

As the days passed, Lin Mu stayed in his yard every day, and basically would not step out unless necessary. The nature of the houseman was fully reflected.

There is a big tree in the yard with dense branches and leaves. The sun shines through the leaves, leaving little spots on the ground.

Lin Mu lay on a wicker chair under the tree, enjoying the tranquility contentedly.

There was a rushing sound in the distance. After a while, a figure fell in front of the yard. Seeing that the door was open, he ran in. This figure was not someone else, it was Mo Ling.

"Brother Lin Mu."

As soon as he came in, Mo Ling yelled, his expression a little worried.

Lin Mu opened his eyes and asked faintly: "Mo Ling, has something happened?"

"The people from Hongyadong came to worship the mountain today, and they agreed to win three games in five games. We have already played three games and lost two games. If we lose one more game, we will lose." Mo Ling said anxiously.

Hongyadong is a sect near Taoism. Although its strength is not comparable to Taoism, it should not be underestimated. Every year it sends disciples to compete. If it wins, it will publicize it to increase its reputation. After all, Zong’s strength is much stronger than Hongyadong. In the past few years, Hongyadong has never won.

"Sister Xiaoxiao and the others are here, can Hongyadong break the sky?" Lin Mu said.

"Senior Sister Xiaoxiao, Senior Brother Qingye, Senior Brother Mu Li, they all went to retreat. Hongyadong must have known the news, so I deliberately picked this time to come." Mo Ling said.

"What about the small move?" Lin Mu asked.

"I went to see Brother Lin Dong just now. He is cultivating. I was afraid of disturbing him, so I came to see Brother Lin Mu. The fourth round of competition is now in progress. There was a person at the pinnacle of the Eight Element Nirvana Realm who didn't make a move. Except for those seniors who retired, no one was his opponent." Mo Ling said.

"I'll go with you and have a look." Lin Mu said.

"Then let's go quickly, if it's too late to wait for Sister Huanhuan's competition to end," Mo Ling said.

Lin Mu didn't procrastinate, and the two of them flew away towards the place where they were competing.

The Daozong area is extremely vast, and the front hall is specially used to receive visitors from other forces. Generally speaking, Daozong disciples rarely come here, but today it is very lively.

In the front hall, there are a lot of huge platforms, these platforms are used for the purpose of learning, at this time a platform is full of Daozong disciples.

Lin Mu and Mo Ling flew from the sky from a distance and landed near this platform. When Dao Zong disciples saw Lin Mu, a touch of joy appeared on their faces, and they immediately let out a passage.

"Brother Pastor Lin is here."

Lin Mu walked to the front through the passage and looked on the platform.

There are two figures on the platform that are competing, one of them is Ying Huanhuan, with a dark ponytail that provokes a shallow arc on the soft waist, and a green guzheng is suspended in front of him.

Her opponent was a woman in red, who was tall and gorgeous, with a slightly raised eyebrow, she knew she was a proud person.

The woman in red was holding a fiery red whip in her hand, which looked like a fire python, with not weak waves exuding it, which was obviously a good heavenly spirit treasure.

"This woman is the top three disciple of Hongyadong. The name is Song Yan. She has just broken through the Eight-Element Nirvana Realm, and her strength is comparable to some of our Dao Sect's direct disciples. The man in black over there is Hongyadong. The strongest person in the younger generation is called Huo Zhen." Mo Ling introduced in a low voice.

Lin Mu nodded slightly, Hongyadong's strength was indeed good, not much weaker than the strength of the Underground Hall and Hongdian.

Ying Huanhuan also broke through to the Eight-Element Nirvana Realm not long ago, and his cultivation was no lower than Song Yan. The outcome of this battle depends on the two's methods.

In the field, Ying Huanhuan rolled his big eyes and saw Lin Mu in the crowd, his original tight dignified gaze slightly dissolved.

"Little sister, elder sister, I won't keep my hands anymore." Song Yan said with a smile while holding a long whip.

Ying Huanhuan also had a smile on his face, and said softly, "You told me what I said."

Song Yan raised her eyebrows and snorted softly. The fiery red whip in her hand was bent into an arc, and then shook fiercely. A clear crackle rang out suddenly, like a violent fire python, as fast as lightning. Dumped towards Ying Huanhuan.

Ying Huanhuan's slender jade fingers slid across the strings, and a green sound wave whizzed out, colliding with the fiery red whip.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Ying Huanhuan and Song Yan each stepped back.

"Fire Yuan Whip Gun!"

After Song Yan stabilized her figure, her jade hand flicked. The soft flaming red whip turned straight like a gun, and the scorpion-like tip pointed directly at Ying Huanhuan's eyebrows.

The fierce energy is concentrated at the tip, and its power, even the golden body of Nirvana in the Seven-Element Nirvana Realm, has to be penetrated by life.

When Ying Huanhuan faced this offensive, he did not panic. The jade finger pressed the string fiercely, and a small sound wave swept out like lightning. Song Yan suddenly felt the blur in front of his eyes, and the whiplash lost its alignment and moved upward. After half a chi, he swept over Ying Huanhuan's fragrant shoulders.

One move failed, Song Yan squeezed the palm of her hand, turning a thorn into a sweep, the long whip, like a stick, swept away against Ying Huanhuan's head.

Lin Mu frowned slightly, and Song Yan's move was extremely fierce. He wasn't trying to compete at all, but fighting life and death. His eyes became colder.

When the whip swept in, the aquamarine guzheng moved laterally, blocking the whip, and a clear sound erupted.

Ying Huanhuan's eyes also became cold, and the guzheng was upright, and the slender jade arm embraced it. The jade hand suddenly swept across the strings, and an astonishing wave swept away like a storm.

"There is no Bodhi sound, Bodhi laughs."

Behind Ying Huanhuan, the turquoise sound wave turned into a vaguely giant figure. The shadow lifted up to the sky and laughed, and an extremely astonishing turquoise sound wave turned into a spiral directly, blasting towards Song with a thunderous speed. Yan.

Song Yan was startled, and hurriedly withdrew the fiery red whip, turning his wrist, the long whip formed a fiery red halo.

Spiral waves bombarded the fiery red aperture, shattering everything, and Song Yan, who was holding the whip, was also shaken back several times, her face slightly ugly.

Ying Huanhuan plucked the strings again, a turquoise light like an arrow shot at Song Yan, who was too late to defend.

Just when she was about to admit defeat, Huo Zhen appeared in front of Song Yan, stretched out her palm, and bounced back the aquamarine brilliance in a more aggressive manner.

Ying Huanhuan did not expect that Huo Zhen would suddenly intervene. At this time, she had no time to dodge, so she could only choose to forcefully take the opponent's offensive.

Lin Muquan stepped forward, pulling Ying Huanhuan back with one hand, and grasping the emerald green light with the other hand, and with his fingers, he squeezed it into a sudden burst.

"It seems that your Hongyadong is not only far behind our Dao Sect in strength, but also the character of the disciple is far inferior." Lin Mu said coldly, Huo Zhen's behavior has already caused him a trace of anger.

Huo Zhen heard Lin Mu's words, his face darkened, and he said coldly, "How is my character, I am afraid you are not qualified to even comment."

"Then I will use my strength to guide you." Lin Mu said lightly.