C8 Today You will Die

"Teacher, the family's martial skills have all been destroyed, so …" Old Mo brought Lin Fan and prepared to choose a martial skill from the Forest Clan Martial Skill Pavilion. However, he discovered that all the martial skills in the pavilion were incomplete and could not be cultivated.

"Hmm, the situation is not good, there seems to be some danger here." Old Mo casually swept his gaze across every inch of the Martial Skill Pavilion. Immediately, he frowned slightly and released a strong telepathic thought. Finally, he shook his head and said.

"Teacher, what's wrong?" Lin Fan looked at Elder Mo's serious face and asked with some doubt.

"It's fine. In the future, try to come as little as possible from this Martial Skill Building." Old Mo said indifferently. His brows were filled with worry. It was as though there was some powerful existence in the Martial Skill Pavilion that even Elder Mo did not dare to touch.

"Oh, then what should we do now?" Lin Fan looked at Elder Mo with his dark eyes.

"Damn, isn't it this martial skill?" "Don't put on such an innocent look. Come, let's go to the marketplace and find a martial skill manual for you." Old Mo said with a roll of his eyes. When he left with Lin Fan, his eyes were glued to the ground beneath the Lin Clan Martial Skill Pavilion.

Within the Qingfeng Stronghold, there was a dark room filled with black spiders and many centipedes. The entire room was filled with poisonous insects and beasts. The poisonous insects and beasts that were crawling all over the ground were all heading towards an old man who was sitting on a praying mat.

At this moment, a low voice came from outside the door. Thousand Faces Poison King, the Lin Clan's ancient beast seal has been destroyed. In less than half a month's time, the entire Lin Clan will be overturned.

"Mm. Alright, I understand." The old man in the room immediately opened his eyes. However, his eyeballs were different from those of an ordinary person's. His light purple eyes, which were a pale blue on both sides of his mouth, appeared extremely demonic.

"..."

Lin Fan and Elder Mo were at the market city of South Border Town. Along the way, Lin Fan, a famous person, attracted quite a bit of attention.

Who didn't know of Lin Fan's reputation as trash in Southern Border Town? He was clearly a martial arts cripple, but his father was the head of the Lin Clan. He clearly didn't have any talent, but he was still the disciple of Old Mo. This kind of treatment caused the people who were working hard to cultivate to be jealous.

"Look, that's Lin Fan, the only useless person in the Lin Clan who hasn't become a spirit scholar in the past thousands of years."

"That's right, he only possesses three spiritual energies at the age of 15. I wonder how Elder Mo fancies him."

In the city square, many voices reached Lin Fan's ears. Lin Fan, on the other hand, didn't seem to care at all, and there was a smile on his face. Elder Mo realized that Lin Fan was clenching his hands tightly. Although he appeared calm on the surface, his heart was already in turmoil.

"Teacher, I will definitely become a powerful warrior, right?" Lin Fan took a few steps forward and said to Old Mo. Without waiting for Old Mo's reply, Lin Fan once again returned to his indifferent appearance, as if the words of those people just now had never reached his ears.

Kid, you've really grown quite a bit in the past three years. Looks like my decision from the beginning was correct. Only you can fulfill my original dream.

Elder Mo muttered in his heart as he walked towards an auction house. The auction house was an exchange. This kind of exchange was different from the outside world. In the auction house, as long as you have the strength, you can have everything you want. What martial skill, what spiritual medicine, what news … Wait a minute, all sorts of items can be found here.

"Teacher, this is the Yang Clan's territory. Father told us to avoid meeting our family members. You …" Lin Fan raised his head and looked at the five flamboyant words' Yang Auction House '. Without taking a deep breath, the Yang tribe was indeed domineering, even an auction house was so grand.

The Yang Family was an established force in the small town of the southern border. It was on par with the Lin Family and the Qingfeng Stronghold. Amongst them, the Yang Clan was the most powerful, the Lin Clan was a little weak. However, because of Old Mo's participation three years ago, the Lin Clan had now become one of the three major powers.

However, the rise of the Lin Clan had caused all of these established factions to have some grudges against them. As a result, the relationship between the Lin and Yang races was not very friendly. On the contrary, there would often be some friction between them.

"Hehe, I don't care about a small clan like the Yang Clan. Let's go, if anyone dares to challenge us, we will just eliminate them." Old Mo said so casually, which made Lin Fan suck in a breath. Who was my teacher? Even the Yang Clan, which his father feared, was wiped out by his teacher?

The two burly Yang men guarding the auction heard Elder Mo's words. His face turned green, what kind of person was this, actually acting so atrociously in the Yang race. When they saw that it was Elder Mo, the two big men could only retreat and put on a respectful face.

What kind of person is Elder Mo? Even the clan head didn't dare to offend him. No matter what, they didn't dare to go against Elder Mo. Thinking about three years ago, the moment Elder Mo's identity as an alchemist was revealed, those experts started a good relationship with Elder Mo. Even the Spirit Master level characters bowed their heads and bowed to Elder Mo.

Elder Mo only paused at the entrance of the auction ground for a moment. A moment later, a blue robed old man with wrinkles all over his face and a flame shaped drawing on his chest respectfully appeared in front of Elder Mo.

"I am Yang Shuo, the director of the Yang Family Auction House. I don't know if Mr. Mo would come to the auction, but I have offended you." The blue robed elder bowed towards Elder Mo. He then looked up and saw Lin Fan beside Old Mo. The respect in his eyes was quickly replaced with contempt.

"So it's Supervisor Yang, I wonder if there are any training martial skills here?" Old Mo's tone was neither cold nor indifferent. Towards the quick change in Yang Shuo's expression, Elder Mo was not ashamed, he had seen this kind of person too often.

"Martial skill?" Mr. Mo needs a martial skill? "Our Yang Family has quite a few collections, if old man Mo could join the Yang Family, then martial skills …"

Yang Shuo looked at Lin Fan, and upon hearing Elder Mo's words, his lips curled up and his eyes brightened up. "It's just that Elder Mo didn't wait for Yang Shuo to finish speaking, he just casually said it." "No need, I'll go to the auction house to take a look."

"Yes." Yang Shuo, who had been beaten to a pulp, could only bitterly retreat, taking a step back. He respectfully looked at Elder Mo and Lin Fan's backs, his face trembling.

The moment Lin Fan entered the auction house, he felt a sense of majesty. The surrounding walls were completely covered in gold. The neat rows of seats in the hall were like a dragon hovering in the middle of the hall, crisscrossing up and down, each with their own posture. The four pillars supporting the meeting place were the thousand year old redwoods. This kind of display was something that the Lin Clan was far from being able to keep up with.

In the main hall, there was a youth dressed in white, his eyes gleaming. Between his brows, there were traces of a feminine air. From time to time, there was a smile that was neither cold nor hot on his face.

When Lin Fan appeared in the hall, the youth noticed him. The corners of his mouth curled up, and then he walked down from the front row of seats and headed towards Lin Fan.

"Hehe, aren't these the three pieces of Lin Clan's spiritual energy waste?" Why did he have the time to come here today? Did your father chase you out? Why is a useless old fellow following behind you? " The youth's words were filled with motivation as he arrogantly boasted in the hall.

"Young Master Yang." An extremely aged old man stood behind the youth. The aura being emitted from his body was not weak at all. Hearing the words of this youth, the elder's heart immediately turned cold, cold sweat beading from his forehead. As he stared at Elder Mo, he was at a loss of what to do, appearing extremely nervous. Looking at the young man's current expression, the old man was stunned.

"Get out of my way, or don't blame me for being rude." Lin Fan looked at the teenager, and couldn't help but feel angry. Lin Fan naturally recognized this youth.

Three years ago, in the Southern Border Town, Lin Fan and the old steward of the Lin Clan were playing around in the town. On their way back, they ran into this young man in white. It was only because the youngster had taken a fancy to one of the herbs in Lin Fan's hand, and in the end, there was a conflict between him and Lin Fan. In order to protect Lin Fan, the old butler of the Lin Clan was killed by one of the young man's subordinates.

The young man in white was called Yang Yan, the son of the Yang Family's current patriarch, Yang Batian. Despite his young age, he was actually as famous as Lin Fan in the Southern Border Town. However, because of Lin Fan's reputation as a trash, this Yang Yan was a completely different genius.

Afterwards, although Lin Fan did not suffer any loss, the old steward of the Lin Clan, who had the best relationship with him, passed away forever. Now that he saw the instigator, Lin Fan's heart was set ablaze with rage.

"Oh? Trash, you dare to speak to me like that? Did you forget that old fogey from three years ago? Hehe, why is there another old man by your side three years later? Kneeling down and kowtowing three times like three years ago, I will consider this and let go of that old guy by your side. Don't be like that old steward from three years ago, who has been beaten to the point of losing his human form. " The youth said proudly.

At this moment, Lin Fan's eyes were bloodshot. Xiao Yan's skinny small hand was tightly clenched into a fist. A slight twitch appeared on his tender face. His delicate fingernail violently pierced into his palm. He allowed the fresh blood to flow. A rich bloody scent immediately scattered into the air.

The events of three years ago were still fresh in his mind, so how could he have forgotten them? How could Lin Fan forget the look in the old butler's eyes before his death? How could Lin Fan forget about that unwillingness and helplessness?

He was already kneeling on the floor, begging for the old butler to let him go. But in the end, the old butler was still killed by so many people? The moment he laid on the ground and saw the unbridled smile on Yang Yan's face, he swore to take revenge for the old housekeeper.

"Today, you will die here." Lin Fan said word by word, his tone firm. There was no expression on her young and tender face, just like a blood demon. Her expressionless face was even more terrifying than her savage face.

Looking at Lin Fan's expression, the youth in white actually felt a bit scared. How could an Inferior Spirit Scholar like him be afraid of a trash with three strands of spiritual power?