Chapter 38 A Broken Sword? You Must Be Joking!
Lin Beiâs question made the surrounding outer sect disciples, who wanted to take advantage of him, smile timidly.
The noise around them stopped abruptly. Everyoneâs attention was focused on one thing: they wanted to watch the show.
He had only cultivated for a short day, so his progress wouldnât be much. In addition to this, they felt that the battle between Qi Refining Stage Level 2cultivators and Qi Refining Stage Level 5 cultivators would definitely be more interesting than they had imagined
Some of them relaxed and rested, while some remained standing and looked over curiously.
âYouâre just a Qi Refining Stage Level 2 trash. How dare you bet with me? You should take a good look at your own status.â Fatty Jin grinned and chuckled, his body trembling slightly. He seemed to be at some kind of climax or something.
However, what happened was unexpected. Fatty Jinâs body was trembling before his pants even turned into a small tent.
âIs he f*cking impotent?â Lin Bei looked at Fatty Jin calmly. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, but he didnât speak. He just stared at him.
Fatty Jin felt uncomfortable. However, he didnât know where the threat came from. He didnât sense any terrifyingly powerful aura from Lin Bei, and the weapon in his hand was only an ordinary standard longsword.
A cracking sound was heard.
The long sword in Fatty Jinâs hand suddenly broke in half. It was split into two, and the long section in front fell to the ground. In the process of falling, it almost cut Fatty Jinâs little brother.
Fatty Jin was shocked. He immediately knelt on the ground and bowed in all directions. âSir, please donât lower yourself to the same level as a chubby little trash like me. Iâm kneeling down in front of you now.â
He knew that it was not Lin Beiâs doing, so it was possible that someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes. This might just be a warning, but it might take his life later.
He didnât dare to gamble with his life. He knelt on the ground for a few minutes, but there was still no response.
Fatty Jin was even more panicked. He was afraid that he would not get the other partyâs permission at all. If that happened, death would definitely befall him.
He was only a teenager, and he still had countless years to spend alone. He still had countless girls he needed to run around with, countless treasures he needed to obtain, countless martial arts, and countless moments. He had thought a lot.
The surrounding people were all confused and didnât know what had happened. They became more and more curious about this matter.
How could the competition between the young outer disciples become so strange? Could it be that there were people of a higher level participating in the game?
The people who were originally curious didnât dare to breathe too loudly. After all, they didnât want such a strange situation to happen to them. Except for those who were good at martial arts or had a rich family background, the rest of the people would be thankful if they had a standard longsword!
They didnât dare to joke around with their lives. No one would complain about having a long life.
If this person could silently cut off the other partyâs scene, it meant that he could also silently take their heads. Even if your head fell to the ground, no one would avenge you.
This was the divine martial world, not the legendary comic world. He wasnât here to take revenge for those who came later. Because after youâre killed, you wonât have any chance of living. Fatty Jin didnât have any special weapon of his own, and the long sword in his hand was already broken. In the forbidden area, what could he use to block the sharp fangs of the beasts? With his toothpick-sized spear?
These terrifying beasts would probably laugh until their waists broke! None of the beasts could refuse the food that was delivered to their mouths.
Could it be that when someone came to deliver something, they had to forcefully reject the other party at the door? At the same time, they forbade others from accepting any benefits. This placeâs control was too solid and tight.
Who could care so much? Other than some guys who had nothing better to do, no one would do such a boring thing.
âWho is so powerful? Could it be that this Lin Bei guy is actually a big shot?â
âIt doesnât look like it! Which big shot is only at Qi Refining Stage Level 2? He has to be at least at the great perfection of the Refining Stage!â
âWho knows why the sword suddenly broke? Is it a quality problem?â
âThis standard longsword is a genuine weapon that can kill fierce beasts, and youâre telling me itâs just for show?â
âWeâll all be killed by the beasts. What good would it do to the Blue Cloud Sect?â
âPerhaps they want us to complete some terrifying sacrifice?âAfter all, who would know about these things?â
âWhat are you talking about? Do you know something?â
Lin Bei looked at Fatty Jin, who was at a loss, indifferently. âWhose weapon is trashy? I donât feel tired at all. It seems Lin Shiqing broke it with her long sword?â
He didnât see clearly who attacked him, so this didnât have much of an impact. As long as it could intimidate this arrogant and stupid fatty, it would be enough.
As for who it was, was it that important? It was not important at all, or there was no need at all.
It was clearly a good bet. Who knew that it would end up like this?
âFatty Jin, youâre not betting anymore? Why are you kneeling on the ground?â Lin Bei asked with a scornful smile. âBy the way, isnât the ground cold?â.
When Fatty Jin heard this, he was even more terrified. He was afraid that this unknown enemy would twist his head off at any time. He didnât know if it could be a ball, but there was no problem with playing with his head. Of course, he would not want that to happen.
Fatty Jinâs body kept trembling, but because of his long-term bad living habits, his stamina was a little weak. It was also commonly known as kidney deficiency.
At this moment, he was lying on the ground. He had not even taken two steps when he was already panting and sweating like rain. He looked as if he had been fished out of the river and was in an extremely sorry state.
No one around dared to make fun of him. After all, he was still alive. No one wanted to encounter such a smelly fart bug for no
reason.
When you provoked a strong person, the other party might give you a quick death, but when you provoked a shameless person like Fatty Jin, he would let you experience what it meant to be a thief.
He might not be able to defeat you, but he could disgust you.
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