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A martial artist who could shatter a large hole in the wall with just his martial spirit would have to use more than six layers even if he didn't use the power of ten layers. This was no ordinary greeting.

The smile on Lin Hu's face caused the young man in front of him to furrow his brows.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you for getting beaten up." The youth did not even have the time to react before the punch was sent out. The youth, who had a physical strength of 5000 Jin, directly slammed into the wall behind him, causing rocks to shatter one after another.

Hearing the commotion on the first floor of the pavilion, the youth who had previously arranged for Lin Chu to smile, "This little brat will give you a bit of suffering, and let you understand that the world is not that fair."

It was obvious that this youth did not come forward to take care of things, but instead continued to write something.

Seeing this, the other two youths in the room immediately rushed up, bringing their Stage Eight Martial Disciple's Qi with them as they swept towards Lin Hua.

In the face of such might, Lin Hua once again sent a punch and a kick, smashing it into the wall of the house.

"Bang, bang."

Another two loud bangs rang out, and the young man, who had received Lin Hu, once again revealed a vulgar smile.

The three youths were all Stage Nine Martial Disciples. He could tell that with just a thousand jin of strength, Lin Hua could defeat him with just his physical strength alone.

Lin Hu, who had patted his hands, slowly walked towards the three young men who were still coughing out blood, standing in front of the three young men and looking at them.

The most important thing in his eyes now was doubt.

Facing Lin Hu and the other two, they panicked. Their punches and kicks had left them completely helpless. How could they not be surprised when they were so proud of their martial artist level nine stage cultivation in front of this young man in front of them?

Facing Lin Hu's gaze, the three of them were filled with fear.

The fear in the eyes of the three youths was seen by Lin Hu, who nodded, "Very well, you will have to answer my question!"

"Crunch."

Lin Hu pinched the fingers of his hands, and a burst of cracking sounds came out, causing the three youths to nod in fear.

"Why did you attack me when you saw me come in?"

With a puzzled expression, Lin Hu sized up the three youths.

"Because the rewards for the Martial Hall are given out according to the rewards for the four rooms in the dorm. If the three of us can subdue you, then the other four people can get the rewards for the three rooms."

The youth who had attacked them said as he swallowed his saliva.

"So it's this. Alright, I got it. From now on, the three of you will give me half of the total amount of Martial Qi Stones you give out every month."

The expressions on the faces of the three youngsters changed very unenthusiastically after finishing the sentence, but when they saw the playful eyes of Lin Hu and the other two, their hearts skipped a beat, "We understand."

Upon seeing the three of them speak at the same time, Lin Hua nodded his head.

"What's your name?" he asked as he pointed to the young man who had punched him earlier.

"My name is Wang Mang."

"What about you?"

"Wang Hu."

"And you."

"Wang Shi."

The shortest was Wang Mang, the tallest was Wang Shi, and the one in the middle was Wang Hu.

"Which one of you three brothers is the eldest?"

"Big brother Wang Shi, second brother Wang Hu, as for me, I'm the youngest." He swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he looked at Lin Hua. The power of that punch had completely stunned him. Lin Hu was now extremely afraid of him, and he even regretted provoking the youth in front of him.

Lin Hua nodded his head, "In the future, the three of you just do as I say. I won't look for trouble with you, so don't disturb me while I cultivate. Do you understand?"

Lin Hu clenched his fists.

"Understood, understood!" The three of them hurriedly nodded their heads. They didn't expect that the person before them would be so easy to deal with.

Seeing the sincerity in their eyes, Lin Hua was extremely satisfied. As long as they didn't disturb him, he wouldn't bother to cause trouble for them. After all, they were living in a cultivation area where they couldn't even see each other.

"Also, don't go around talking about my strength, do you understand?"

Lin Hu's voice became cold with killing intent, causing the three youths to exchange a glance before swallowing their saliva. They hurriedly nodded their heads, "Understood, Big Bro, don't worry. We know how to keep a low profile."

Wang Mang seemed to have become a completely different person as he chuckled. Lin Hu was a bit dazed, and then asked again, "How many disciples are there in the Martial Hall like us?"

Hearing this, Wang Mang walked forward and rubbed his hands, "Since big brother wants to know, then I will tell you about the situation of the Martial Hall."

"Don't call me Big Brother, just call me the Spring Forest!"

For some reason, he did not like being addressed like this. The moment he came, someone called him big brother, it made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Alright, Big Brother Lin!"

"..."

Wang Mang rubbed his hands together, while the two of them smiled at Lin Hu. Lin Hu was speechless at such a scene.

If they had not done this to him, they would not have had to lean against the wall, spitting blood and conversing with him.

"The Cloud City Martial Hall specializes in cultivating talented disciples. Only those with a cultivation of Stage Seven Martial Disciple can enter, there are about 900 people of our age, and among them, there are about 20 at the peak of Stage Ten Martial Disciple and 30 at Stage Ten Martial Disciple."

Fourteen years old, a martial artist at the peak of Stage Ten had over twenty people, and a martial artist at Stage Ten had over thirty people. Their talent was far above that of the former Lin Clan Mansion and did not fail to live up to their name as the Cloud City Lord's Mansion.

"Oh? That is to say, the three of you are still the second ranked genius? "

Lin Hu teasingly looked at the three people in front of him.

"That's right!" "Although we can't compare to those twenty some Stage Ten martial artists, but we three brothers are hugging each other tightly, and very few martial artists at Stage Ten dare to take the initiative to provoke us. They are basically us seeking trouble with others."

Wang Mang proudly said. He looked at the smiling expression in Lin Ming's eyes and then drew back his neck, "Who would have thought that after meeting you today, I would know how big of a difference there is."

That was right. Lin Hua's five thousand Jin brute force was definitely beyond their expectations. He hadn't used his full strength yet. If he had used his full strength in one strike, these three people would have fallen today.

"What does a disciple of the Martial Hall do every day?"

After all, the Lin Clan's inner sect was no longer guarded by others and only occasionally accepted missions.

"The first is to train. The second is to compete in martial arts once a week. The battles between the nine hundred over disciples will be conducted according to the lottery draw in the dorm."

After Lin Hua was deep in thought, Wang Mang spoke again, "We have nine hundred people of the same age and nine buildings. Each building has ten floors, and each floor has ten disciples of the Martial Hall."

He walked out of the door and saw a huge pavilion in the distance. If he calculated it this way, then there should be another six people in the other two houses.

"Every week's competition is between two participants. The first prize will be five thousand martial energy stones."2

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