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 cultivators in the Spiritual Silence Stage followed the crowd and shouted recklessly. Their foreheads were bulging with veins, their faces were distorted, and they looked extremely hideous. It seemed that every time they cursed, they would be happier. Some people even enjoyed it and enjoyed the pleasure of kicking someone when he was down.

"The ten major sects are really blind!"

"The ten major sects are really blind!"

"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 cultivators in the Spiritual Silence Stage, 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 jealousies. 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.

He looked worried and glanced at Lin Mu. Seeing that Lin Mu's expression was 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 raised below.

"Waste should not come to participate in the competition!"

"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 many people.

"Get out of Wushuang Jianmen!"

"Get out of Wushuang Jianmen!"

"Get out of Wushuang Jianmen!"

The sound wave 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 abuse in his ears continued, and he still felt irritable 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 his strength was still there, he would not care about these words at all. It was precisely because he had lost all his cultivation now that these abuses really hit his pain point, like salt on the wound, bleeding.

"Get out of Wushuang Jianmen!"

"Get out of Wushuang Jianmen!"

The shouts from below were loud and unbridled.

The heads of the ten major sects had sullen faces, and even Wushuang Zhenren had a hint of anger on his face.

Yinxin's face remained calm, as calm as a 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 sects were sullen, 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 moment.

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 peak was suddenly silent, and one could hear a pin drop.

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

"You have no right to dictate what the ten major sects are like." Cai Heng shouted coldly, "You have no right to dictate what Lin Mu's strength is like. No matter what he is like now, he has defeated a Jindan-stage cultivator before, and he is also an elder of the Wanjian Sect. His strength is obvious to all, and I am convinced. I didn't say anything, so 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 up for Lin Mu!"

The crowd whispered, and Cai Heng naturally heard it, but he said nothing, with a faint smile on his face, and returned to his original position.

Wushuang Zhenren stepped forward and said angrily: "You all saw Lin Mu's previous performance. No matter how he is now, he deserves to be selected as one of the 20 seeded players! If you don't accept it, 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 in terms of strength have no right to say him! Shut up!"

Even Wushuang Zhenren came out, and the audience was silent.

Scanning the whole audience, Wushuang Zhenren snorted coldly, and all the cultivators were shocked and dared not speak again.

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

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

The sword light flashed, and the fight became more and more intense.

This was the last round of the competition. The top 100 seats had been determined in advance. In today's round of competition, a total of 80 Lingji stage top masters would be selected.

The sword light flashed, the blood light burst, and the competition was in full swing, which was extremely tragic.

Up to now, the strength of the cultivators has been extremely close. Most of those who can reach this stage have reached the late stage of Lingji, and some have reached the peak of Lingji, and are only one step away from the Golden Core.

The strength is almost the same, and the competition is about the quality of each person's flying sword, sword attainments, and ruthlessness!

Only one step away from becoming the top 100, no one is willing to give up, and they all try their best and show all their cards.

Some cultivators even burst out with powerful sword skills. Although they are just forced to perform, there is still a distance compared to the real sword skills, but the power is also not to be underestimated, and it is extremely sharp!

Lin Mu's cultivation has been lost, but his eyesight is still there. He is also deeply afraid of the strength of some sword cultivators, especially for him now, it is unmatched.

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

Moreover, the sword skills displayed by these two people were not forced to be displayed, but all were real sword skills, and the power was extremely powerful!

Two true masters meet!

Many people's eyes were attracted by this competition.

At this time, Wushuang Zhenren suddenly waved his hand and set up a green ban, protecting Yinxin and Lin Mu.

Looking at Lin Mu, Wushuang Zhenren said with concern: "Your injuries have healed, but why is your cultivation so strange? In a month, you lost it all?"

Lin Mu didn't know what to say, Yinxin said beside him: "I taught him a secret method of healing, which can quickly heal his injuries, but the price is also extremely painful. When his injuries are healed, his cultivation will be lost."

Wushuang Zhenren nodded suddenly. The secret method is naturally a secret that is not passed on. He didn't ask in detail, and hurriedly asked: "I wonder if Lin Mu's cultivation can be restored after his injuries are healed?"

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

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

"Are you kidding?" Yin Xin smiled and said, "He can recover to the late stage of Qi Refining, which is considered a rapid progress!"

Master Wushuang nodded, "If that's the case, Lin Mu will definitely have a hard time in this competition, and he will even lose in the first game!"

Yin Xin was silent and there was a moment of silence.

Wushuang Zhenren looked at Lin Mu, then at Yin Xin, and said with a smile: "I made a bet with you before. If Lin Mu wins first place, I will agree to his two requests. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse. If he can't get it, you have to agree to my two requests. Given Lin Mu's current situation, I won unfairly. How about canceling this bet?"

Yin Xin shook his head gently: "Once the words are spoken, they are like spilled water. How can they be taken back? In this bet, I am willing to accept the loss. Whether Lin Mu can win first place or not, I will bet with you!"

Yin Xin looked 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!"

Lin Mu was shocked when he heard this. His heart, which had become cold due to the abuse of thousands of people, suddenly became warm and warm to the bottom of his heart.

Wushuang Zhenren obviously did not 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 be like. No matter what, we can't give up this last hope."

Wushuang Zhenren looked stern and nodded solemnly.

At this time, the ninth high platform competition had already decided the winner.

A blue-robed cultivator was knocked off the stage, covered in wounds. A purple-robed cultivator, covered in blood, stood proudly on the stage like a victorious general, feeling the roars from below, with a look of intoxication.

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