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Lin Wushuang stood up, and looked at Lin Hu who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, "What do you want to do next? When the Lin Family is in trouble, we should think of a way to find those people hiding among the core members of the Lin Family. "

Those people were naturally the disciples of the Lin Clan who had joined the Evil Soul Master's camp. Lin Hu almost choked on his wine as he shook his head with a bitter smile.

"When the Lin Family is in danger?"

He stood up and took another gulp of the strong wine that Lin Wushuang had given him, then looked up at the clouds in the sky, "What does the Lin Family's crisis have anything to do with me? I only have a little bit of nostalgia for them."

Lin Wushuang did not say a word. He could not see through Lin Hua's words, "Since it's a matter of love, why are you bitterly staying in the Lin Clan? You can go out and train."

Lin Hu did not mention the grievances between him and Lin Hua. He also wanted to go out and gain experience, but that was exactly what Lin Hua wanted to see.

When he returned to the clan today, he saw the killing intent in Lin Hua's eyes.

Seeing that Lin Hu did not say anything, Lin Wushuang sighed, "I heard about Lin Nantian. I came today to tell you about another matter."

"What is it?" She looked at Lin Wushuang with suspicion.

"Lin Hua's son is Lin Nan Tian, but he also has an adopted son. He is an inner disciple of our Lin Clan, Lin Bei Tian."

He did not know what Lin Wushuang was thinking, but he suddenly remembered about Lin Nantian. He looked at Lin Wushuang with interest, "You mean Lin Beitian will come and find trouble with me?"

Seeing Wushuang nod, Lin Hu became silent. Since it was an inner court disciple who was definitely at the Martial Spirit Realm, then he was definitely no match for her. If she were to cause trouble for him, then he would be in a lot of trouble.

"A soldier must come and block, and water should come and go. Thank you, Brother Wushuang."

Looking at the indifferent Lin Hu, Lin Wushuang's eyes were filled with admiration. After all, it was definitely not a good thing for a powerful warrior of the Martial Spirit Realm in the north to be concerned about him.

Lin Wushuang had already left. Lin Hu returned to his own cave and took out the five thousand martial energy stones from his storage bag.

Looking at the martial energy stones, Lin Hu immediately sat down and began cultivating.

When he was at the eleventh level, he could release all of his power to fight against Lin Nan Tian, who had a body infused with black energy. His cultivation level was close to the Martial Spirit Realm, so if he could break through to the twelfth level and then release his power, then how powerful would he be?

With this thought in mind, Lin Hua leaped up and gave it a try.

The Martial Qi of five thousand Martial Qi Stones was extremely dense. In order to not waste any of it, Lin Hu had controlled his soul to the maximum extent to absorb the Martial Qi Stones.

The shape of the Martial Qi Stone was different. However, they all had one thing in common. That was that they all emitted a faint white light. These light rays were the Martial Qi sealed within the world.

Gradually, the sky darkened. The five thousand pieces of martial qi turned into dust, and the original radiance no longer appeared. Lin Hua stood up, looking at the energy field with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Why isn't it full yet!"

The remaining one tenth of the Martial Qi Stone did not allow him to break through to the twelve Ji Realm, which made him disappointed for a while.

He had originally wanted to use this opportunity to break through into the Twelve Extreme Realms in order to gain the ability to fight against the cultivators of the Martial Spirit Realm. However, right now, it did not seem to be what he had imagined.

"Forget it, the time is not ripe yet."

Lin Hu, who had stood up, walked out of the cave. It was time for him to see Lin Rou and Lin Xin.

Lin Hu, who was walking down the front mountain, discovered that the Lin Clan Mansion was filled with martial qi, and the sounds of fighting were coming from there.

At this moment, Lin Hu wanted to head towards the Medicine Hall, but he discovered a group of people surrounding them in the distance. He wasn't as curious as before as he was as he headed in the direction of the Lin Clan's Medicine Hall.

"Ah, isn't this a new inner disciple? Why didn't you come and see me, senior apprentice-brother? "

A discordant voice rang out, causing Lin Hu to stop in his tracks as he calmly looked towards the source of the gaze.

This person was dressed in a black robe with a gold belt and was sitting on the high platform. Looking at his long hair, he also had a spear-like jade pendant between his white and fair face.1

He had a pair of sword-like eyebrows that exuded a heroic aura, but now that he revealed such words, Lin Hu knew that this person was not friendly to him.

Lin Hu and the others on the stage stared at each other, only to see that the person sitting cross-legged had his right hand placed on his chin as the corners of his lips curled up in a smile. Lin Hu frowned slightly.

This person's cultivation was not very high, but to be able to sit on the high platform and teach martial arts to the core disciples, he must have reached the Martial Spirit Realm.

"May I ask Senior Brother, what are you looking for me for?"

Looking at the figures on the high platform in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, the core disciples all opened up a path when they heard what was said. From their tone, it seemed that the two of them were not that friendly.

Looking at the surrounding core disciples, Lin Hua knew that this person was probably looking for trouble with him. After all, from his gaze, he saw some core disciples gloating.

Sure enough, a light voice sounded out once more as Lin Hu spoke, "Is this how the Lin Clan rules teach you to speak to your senior brother?"

The young man on the high platform moved. This was where the Lin Clan disciples practiced their martial arts. Numerous Lin Clan disciples surrounded this place.

Lin Hu's eyes narrowed. This person in front of him was definitely here to cause trouble for him. He was not afraid of this young man in front of him.

It was common knowledge that a cultivator was not a match for a cultivator of the Martial Spirit Realm. However, one absolutely could not lose in terms of momentum. This was the foundation for a martial cultivator to establish his foothold in this cruel world.

Seeing Lin Hu's calm eyes, as though he wasn't afraid of him at all, this handsome young man felt somewhat displeased.

Seeing the spear-shaped jade pendant on his forehead, Lin Hu felt a sense of familiarity. Then he knew who this person was: Lin Nantian's big brother, Lin Beitian.

He reckoned that since he had taken care of Lin Nantian, and Lin Caixuan had reported Lin Nantian to him, it would be difficult for Lin Bei Tian to find trouble with Lin Caixuan.

After some calculations, the person in front of him could join the Evil Soul Master's camp. Thinking about the black qi strengthening his martial arts, the person in front of him must have had terrifying battle prowess.

Lin Hu silently circulated his martial aura, he wanted to see what the person in front of him would do. Now that Lin Beitian had made his move, it was clear that he wanted to show Lin Hu his might.

As he executed the Three Steps Inch Fist, Lin Hua's pupils slightly shrunk. This was indeed what the Three Steps Inch Fist should look like.

The Lin Clan disciples' three step fist strikes during the gathering were like heaven and earth compared to the three step fist strikes that Lin Beitian executed. When Lin Beitian used it, the surrounding martial energy seemed to explode, creating a series of explosive sounds.

Stepping on the wind, Lin Wen's three steps punch had been brewed to the last punch. With a dignified expression on his face, it was impossible for him to avoid this punch. However, he still wanted to give it a try.

Therefore, he used the Zen Soft Steps and his gentle body dangerously dodged the punch.

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