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Lin Hu's words were casual, he really had no feelings for this woman. In fact, he even felt disgust at her by casually saying them out loud, regardless of whether they were real or fake.

"When my meridians were crippled, there was an expert who wandered all the way to Fragrant Leaf village."

"Master?"

Lin Caixuan immediately revealed an expression of interest as she took a step closer to Lin Yu.

This scene caused Lin Nantian, who was watching Lin Caixuan from afar, to reveal a murderous look. It also caused the surrounding Lin Clan disciples to reveal an angry expression.

"Oh my god, this guy is actually so close to the goddess! I can't accept this!"

The words from all around reached Lin Chu's ears and Lin Caixuan's as well.

At this moment, Lin Caixuan was stroking a strand of hair on her forehead. Her seductive look was even more obvious. Lin Yu frowned slightly as he looked around. It was obvious that he had made his own enemy.

"You did that on purpose?" Lin Hu narrowed his eyes as he stared at the young lady in front of him.

"What? Weren't we fine before?" As she said this, Lin Caixuan's face turned slightly red. However, it was only for a moment, as she fixed her eyes on Lin Chu.

"You are like a passerby to me."

"Lin Hu, stop lying to yourself, you are just pretending."

"Pretend?" Lin Hu was stunned. Then, he shook his head with a smile as he stared coldly at Lin Caixuan.

"Lin Caixuan, you think too highly of yourself. Don't you just want to know how my meridians are recovering?"

Hearing this, Lin Caixuan's eyes lit up even more.

"That expert saw that my body was crippled and my face was ashen. He used a hand to point between my eyebrows and then my meridians were slowly restored within two years."

Hearing this, Lin Caixuan revealed an excited expression, "Where is he? Is that master still here?"

Not knowing why Lin Caixuan was so excited, he didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he shook his head, "No, I haven't seen you for a long time. You can leave now."

Hearing this, Lin Caixuan's eyes dimmed with disappointment.

The surrounding Lin Clan disciples became even angrier.

"What did that guy say to the goddess? The goddess is unhappy."

"I'm not happy. I'm going to fight with him."

Then, Lin Caixuan's face blossomed into a smile. She turned around and left Lin Hua, "Lin Chu, I hope you can still have such good luck in your last round."

"Luck?"

Lin Hu smiled bitterly as he looked at Lin Caixuan. He estimated that he would be able to defeat her in just a few punches.

After looking at the stage, Lin Hu stood up and jumped onto it. Because of Lin Nantian and Lin Caixuan, Lin Hu was now the center of attention.

Of course, the main focus of attention was on his luck.

Looking at the seven people in front of him, the old man smiled and nodded in satisfaction. "The seven of you are the top ten in this clan gathering. You will fight for three inner court spots. Work hard."

The words of the old man had undoubtedly incited the seven of them. Other than Lin Wushuang and Lin Hu, all of them had expressions of excitement on their faces.

Lin Wushuang didn't know what she was thinking, but Lin Hu had come for that pill. To increase the probability of condensing a Martial Spirit, anyone would be extremely moved.

"The competition this time around will still be drawing lots. Come!"

Taking over the wooden tablet, Lin Hu's eyebrows finally relaxed. He finally stopped listening to the insults coming from all around him.

However …

"Damn, look at that brat Lin Hu, he's laughing so hard that he's almost bursting with joy. He's probably empty again."

"I refuse to accept this. Why should I?" "My luck is too good."

"Just like that, he made it into the top four?" "Not fair, not fair."

The protest from below the stage caused Lin Yu to laugh bitterly. Then, he looked towards Lin Chu.

Lin Hua didn't say anything more. He raised his wooden tablet, and number one caused the surrounding discussions to come to a sudden halt. Once again, he slapped the faces of the crowd.

The wooden tablet in Lin Hu's hand was none other than number one, which meant that he would be the first to step up.

After lighting up the wooden tablet in his hand, he observed the surrounding Lin Clan disciples' reactions. After discovering that it was the result he desired, he decided to stay on the platform and wait for his opponent.

A figure swooped down from the sky like a swallow and leaped onto the stage with a stable posture. He stood with his hands behind his back and his white robe fluttering around him, a three foot long blade was attached to his waist.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Lin Hu smiled. The person who had just arrived was none other than the one who had assaulted him back then, the one who had caused him to cough up blood in the end, Lin Yue.

Looking at his cultivation, although there was some luck in being able to reach the peak of Stage Nine Martial Disciple, his strength was definitely not to be underestimated. However, Lin He who was defeated by him was still a distance away.

The moment Lin Yue got on the stage, he raised his head with a proud expression on his face and raised it 45 degrees.

Before stepping on the stage, he had already thought about it before, Lin He died from his poison, and it wasn't because Lin Hu defeated him in strength.

A martial artist that had wasted two years of time, even if he recovered his meridians, how strong could he be? With this thought, he became more and more confident, forgetting about Lin Hua defeating Lin He.

As he walked up the stage, the arrogance in his eyes grew as he looked at Lin Hua. His head was like a 45 degree angle, disdainfully looking down on Lin Hua.

While he was sizing up Lin Ming from head to toe, he spoke in an indifferent tone, "Lin Hu, just give up. You are not my match."

Observing Lin Yue's contemptuous gaze, he smiled and said, "We'll know after we fight."

He did not give Lin Yue a chance to continue speaking. He gently stepped forward like a leaf in the wind, like a boat in the sea, floating erratically, making it difficult for anyone to figure out what was happening.

Facing Lin Hua's attack, Lin Yue, who was originally full of smiles, instantly furrowed his brows. Because of this movement technique, he couldn't avoid it.

He had suppressed the Stage Nine Martial Disciple's cultivation, but after eight rounds of body tempering, the power of one punch was especially astonishing. He did not use any Martial Qi nor did he use any of the Eight Movements Chaos Fist.

Just like this, as Lin Yue was about to step out of the way, he threw a punch directly at his face.

The punch landed squarely on his face. Lin Hua was also stunned for a moment before he was relieved. This person was a lot weaker than Lin He, so it was normal that he would not be able to dodge.

Lin Yue, who was previously full of contempt, still had fear in his eyes. After this punch, he was completely stupefied. Right now, he could only feel the world spinning around him.

Rubbing the blood from his nose and wiping away the tears in his eyes, he did not get up.

"I still won't get up. It's just this punch, I'm convinced." He prayed to the sky with a voice that he could only hear, and did not want to move his body.

Hearing this, looking at Lin Yue who had defeated him with his own fist, Lin Hu did not speak any words of ridicule. He had once felt such pain under Zi Tong's iron fist.

Therefore, he only looked at Lin Yue in sympathy, clapped his hands, and walked off the stage.

The surrounding Lin Clan disciples found it hard to believe, and they turned to look at Lin Yue, who was standing on the stage.

"Senior brother Lin Yue, get up. Use your three foot long sword to teach him a lesson."

"Senior brother Lin Yue, we're both martial artists at Stage Nine, how can you admit defeat so easily?"

"Senior brother Lin Yue, did you really rely on your own ability to reach the top seven? Are you going to admit defeat just like that?"

The cheers and encouragement from the surroundings sounded. Hearing these shouts, Lin Yue's eyes opened, revealing an unyielding expression as he slowly stood up.