The Alchemist God

"Well, Lin Biao, come with me!"

At this time, a middle-aged man came in and a long beard with a face seemed to never scrape. He raised his sword and said: "What are you doing with your kid, hurry with me, this will arrange your The residence, you will start working tomorrow, oh, don't blame me for not reminding you that the sparring is not a job that most people can do!"

Lin Muyu nodded and followed him.

On the way, I finally couldn’t help but ask: "Uncle, what is your name?"

This uncle was called a heartache, then he blew his beard and shouted: "I am called Zhang Wei, 58-level war, the temple silver star instructor, 32 years old this year, you call me an uncle, I will break your kid. Neck!"

Lin Muyu nodded and said: "Is Zhang Zhang adults, silver star instructors very strong?"

"Hey, you know it soon. Please come to more and faster chapters."

Zhang Wei pointed to the chest, where there is a silver star badge, sneer: "The instructors in the temple are divided into four levels, in order: Venus, Silver Star, Copper Star and Iron Star, don't look at Laozi. Step into the heavens, but teach you as easily! Go, your place is coming."

"Yes."

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There are not many residences in the temple, but at least the house of a single person, Lin Muyu’s residence is a little bit chilly, the wall cracked a big seam, the wind blew in, and touched it. The quilt is as hard as a brick. God knows how long it has not been washed. Zhang Zhang took it and left, just telling him where the dining hall is and where he needs to work tomorrow. First time update

When I came to the place, I put down the original sword and went to the horse shed to find my horse. After feeding some fodder, I returned to the room. The outside was sunny and the quilt was washed and washed, just when he was drying the sheets. I heard a sound of "哎哟哎哟" coming from the next door. It seems that someone is there.

When I first came, I didn’t seem to have much trouble, but for a long time, the voice was always there, so I finally couldn’t help it. I walked over and knocked at the door: “Nothing, brother?”

"I'm fine... Who are you?" asked the person inside.

"My name is Lin Biao, the new trainer."

"Oh, what's new? Then you have to suffer." He hesitated and said, "Lin, you come in."

Pushing open the door, but found a person lying on the bed, is constantly, a large piece of bruise on his arm, there is also on the forehead, the eyes have already swollen a large piece, perhaps this person still looks like It’s a delicate show, but now it looks like a wolf, it’s almost like being beaten into a meat buns!

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Lin Muyu wanted to laugh, but he tried hard to restrain himself. He thought that he was a good young man and could not be gloating.

The "injured" whimpered and said: "It is not the **** Zhang Yan, and he is an instructor. He has no point at all. Which of the company's trainers has not eaten Zhang's fist?"

Lin Muyu’s heart sinks: “Is there really only a share of the beatings?”

"Otherwise, the rule of the temple is that the sparring master must not fight back, otherwise it will not be a trainer."

"This way..."

Lin Muyu glanced at his swollen head and almost laughed. He took out a bottle of healing medicine from his arms and said, "I will give you some potion. Don't cry."

"Okay, don't cry... ah, it hurts! You can do it with your bastard!"

"..."

The effect of a treatment of wound medicine is absolutely first-class. After a few minutes, the pain of the injured person has weakened a lot, and he spoke again. His name is Qin Ziling. Because of the relationship with Qin, it is said that it was once the blood of the royal family of the Qin Empire, but it has already fallen. The father waited for him to comprehend the gods to lock the martial arts, and the result...

"What do you realize about the martial arts?" Lin Muyu asked.

Qin Ziling's hand, a plant in the palm of his hand, Lin Muyu knows, blurted out: "I rub, dog tail flower?"

"Do you not die when you say it?" Qin Ziling glanced at him with a grudge.

"It doesn't matter, then the martial arts cultivation of waste is also very powerful." Lin Muyu, a hand, the orange hoist Wushu swayed in the palm of his hand, smiled: "Look at my youth, the tenth martial arts, not yet I have cultivated to the point where I am today."

Qin Ziling can naturally feel the powerful power of the gourd martial arts, dumb.

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At noon, Lin Muyu took the Qinziling to get out of bed and went to the dining hall to eat. As soon as he entered, Qin Ziling also hid like a frightened bird. He said: "Lin Biao, the hall on the right side of the dining hall is the instructors eating. The place where our sparrors need to stand by the low wall on the left side."

Lin Muyu was speechless, thinking that there are many rules in the temple, and the hierarchy is too strict, but it does have benefits, and it can make people work harder.

There are more and more people coming to eat, there are sparring and instructors, and each instructor is always head-high, especially those Venus instructors and silver star instructors, can not wait to put the badge on the face of others.

"Hey, the sandbag son seems to be swollen today?" Not far away, a silver star instructor ridiculed Qin Ziling.

Qin Ziling is somewhat dull and silent, chewing on food. The lunch of the trainer is a third-class ration, a large cake and a bowl of broth. Although it is called broth, it is only a little bit of oil star. The rest are Some things like cabbage stems, Lin Muyu bowed his head and eaten. Anyway, he can eat enough. He is not so picky.

Instead, the Silver Star instructor continued to ridicule and laughed: "The sandbag son, I heard that you are still a descendant of the imperial royal family. Why don't you realize that you are bound to lock the martial arts? Hahaha, let your dog's tail flower come out for everyone's music. Ha happy!"

Everyone gathered in a circle and laughed. Qin Ziling was said to be red and red, and chopsticks were used to lick the cakes that had been soaked in the bowl. More faster chapters please come.

At this time, Lin Muyu finally couldn't help himself. He stood up and said to the silver star instructor: "He is a worker in the temple. It is no different from you. Don't humiliate him like this. It is equivalent to humiliating yourself."

The instructor immediately angered and looked up: "What is your kid, a fellow in the district, is there a copy of your voice?"

He said, suddenly his body was slightly bent, and he hit it in the next moment. The image of a bear’s martial arts appeared on his shoulder. This is a power-type practitioner. No wonder it’s so crazy. I don’t know how many under this trick. People suffer losses!

"Be careful, Lin Biao!" Qin Ziling said.

Lin Muyu was very calm, and he turned back a few steps. He called out the hoist Wuhun, the dragon scale wall + the black tortoise shell double defense bonus, and the drums were full of infuriating!

"Peng!"

A loud noise, the waves of waves swayed around. First time update

Qin Ziling barely dared to look at it and closed his eyes, but when he opened his eyes, he found that the silver star instructor was bounced out, and the wolverine fell to the ground, while Lin Muyu actually stood there without anybody, and did not move. .

"Ah, hahaha... Thunder instructor, what's wrong with you?" A group of instructors around him began to laugh at the instructor named Thunder.

The Thunder was full of blushing, but it was already known that the kid was very strong under the contact, and he turned away with a cold voice.

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On the way back, Qin Ziling was like a happy dance.

"Lin Biao, it’s really enjoyable. You don’t know what Thunder’s face is mad. Hahaha, many of the sparrers are injured under the impact of his bear martial arts. You are all for today. The sparring teacher had a bad breath!"

Lin Muyu smiled and said: "Zi Ling, you have to be quicker and stronger, otherwise you will still become a person who is being defamed."

Qin Ziling looked a glimpse and said, "Do you think that I don't want to be strong? I have been forced to practice since I was a child, but my talents are high and low. I know that I have a few pounds and two, I am almost 30 years old. But even the land did not enter, but also realized a waste Wuhun, I think I will be like this in my life..."

Lin Muyu didn't know how to comfort him. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter, it's natural to be useful..."

Qin Ziling couldn't understand what he meant, but he felt very reasonable.

In the evening, Lin Muyu went out of the temple and went to the Lingyao Division to find Chuyao. Sure enough, Chuyao had been highly valued in the Medicines Division with the repair of the Medicine God Code. On the first day, he was included in the second class. The ranks of pharmacists, in comparison, she is more mixed than herself in the temple!

"A rain!"

After seeing Lin Muyu, Chu Yao was very happy. He took a tour with him in the Lingyao Division. In fact, there is nothing fun, except that refining is a refining drug, and Lin Muyu has long been familiar with everything about herbal medicine. Do not care.

When it is dark, return to the temple.

Just practicing in the room, the space is too small to practice the magic knife, it can only quietly quench the strength of the gas, in fact, cultivation is nothing more than the purity of the tempering gas again and again, in the process to get more Stronger power.

......

At this time, look for the dragon forest.

Under the moonlight, a row of rock walls stood in the jungle like a sharp blade, and a small depression appeared in the shape below the rock wall, and a trace of fire came from there.

The dew fell down the pine trees on the rock and fell on the shoulders of the girl's white stork. She gently opened the clothes and poured the freshly prepared potion on the wound behind her, but there was a burst of burning pain that made her only I couldn't help but bite the silver teeth, and I couldn't help it. A trace of tears fell from the corner of my eye along the long eyelashes.

The belly creaked, she looked at the dark lacquered jungle, pumping a delicate Qiong nose, and grievously said to herself: "Where is this gold sore medicine wrong, how can it hurt so much... ...if Mu Mu’s pharmacy will definitely not hurt?”

Said, she looked up at the stars in the sky, muttered: "Mu Mu you must not die, right?"

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