ch-7

After leaving the Spirit Pagoda, Lin Xuan looked at the sun shining high in the sky and walked towards home while humming a little tune.

　　Lin Xuan was in a good mood. Although the soul power brought to him by the white soul was only level one, he was very satisfied with this first soul skill.

　　If this was a hundred-year soul, he might shake his head, but since this was only a ten-year soul, he would just say it smelled great.

　　Talking about quality without considering price is just hooliganism!

　　"Hehe! You naughty girl, I finally caught you this time."

　　When Lin Xuan passed by a remote community, a familiar voice came over.

　　"The yellow-haired one?"

　　Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows and looked at the people in the corner in the distance.

　　These are the thugs who were beaten up by Na'er and fled half a year ago.

　　"You really don't learn your lesson and are bullying others again."

　　Lin Xuan shook his head and hesitated for a moment whether to meddle in other people's business, but the next moment a weak and helpless voice came from the circle of people surrounding him, which made him give up the idea.

　　"Let go! Don't steal my things! I don't know you."

　　Surrounded by several thugs, a little silver-haired girl huddled in a corner, hugging a snakeskin bag tightly, and said aggrievedly.

　　"You don't know me? Hahaha, you don't know me, but I do. We can get to know each other better today."

　　The yellow-haired man sneered and clenched his fists, making a series of creaking sounds from the collision of bones and joints.

　　Although he didn't know what was wrong with this damn girl's mind, it didn't stop him from taking revenge, otherwise it would have been a waste of his time waiting there.

　　This time he came prepared!

　　"Go! Hurry up!"

　　The yellow-haired man kicked a few people nearby and urged them to come forward.

　　After the other thugs looked at each other, they raised the wooden sticks in their hands and rushed towards Naer.

　　In an instant, seven or eight bowl-sized wooden sticks hit Naer's petite body.

　　"Brother, I'm sorry. Na'er shouldn't have disobeyed."

　　Tears welled up in Na'er's eyes, and she felt very guilty. Lin Xuan had warned her so many times, but she didn't listen and came all the way here.

　　If I died, my brother would probably be very sad.

　　Naer closed her eyes in fear, and suddenly thought of this in her heart.

　　For Na'er who had lost her memory, she naturally had no ability to resist at this moment. If she was hit hard by these blows, she would be unable to get out of bed for at least a few days.

　　"Damn it! Get out of here."

　　Just then, a roar sounded in the alley.

　　Before they could react, Lin Xuan rushed up like a cheetah. He leaped into the air and kicked the hooligans around Na'er away with their sticks.

　　"Na'er, it's okay! Brother is here!"

　　Lin Xuan picked up Na'er and patted her back gently.

　　"Brother! Wuwuwu... Naer thought she would never see her brother again. It was Naer who was disobedient. Naer will not dare to do it again in the future."

　　Naer opened her eyes and saw a familiar face. She threw herself into Lin Xuan's arms and burst into tears.

　　"Hey! There's a hero saving a beautiful girl. You little brat, have you grown all your hair yet?"

　　The yellow-haired man who was standing aside walked up to Lin Xuan and smiled with disdain.

　　"Boss, you have to make the decision for us."

　　"Yes, yes! This kick hurts me so much."

　　"Brother, be careful, this guy is a bit evil."

　　Several thugs on the ground immediately got up, covered their buttocks, and surrounded the yellow-haired man and said.

　　"It doesn't matter! No matter what, I have the advantage this time!"

　　In response to his younger brother's reminder, Huangmao waved his hand confidently.

　　"If it was me half a year ago, I might have fled, but I am a soul master now!"

　　"Boy! So arrogant!"

　　The yellow-haired man's eyes suddenly widened and he yelled at Lin Xuan.

　　"Martial Spirit Possessed! Bloody Savage Bear!"

　　The yellow-haired man's body suddenly swelled up and was covered with dense hair. He looked like a ferocious beast coming out of the primitive jungle.

　　"First soul skill, blood bear claw!"

　　The white soul ring behind the yellow-haired man moved slightly, and his right hand was surrounded by blood, which instantly turned into a bloody bear claw.

　　He raised the huge bloody claw and rushed towards Lin Xuan with great momentum.

　　Please give me some money and take care of my new book.

Chapter 8 Try and Die

　　"Prepare to die! Boy, I am a noble soul master!"

　　The yellow-haired man grinned grimly, his face full of arrogance.

　　Since he was beaten last time, he has been practicing hard for the past six months. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise and he broke through to level ten in one fell swoop.

　　In recent days, Huangmao has taken over two more blocks and is living a very carefree life.

　　But the lesson he learned half a year ago was so painful that his image in my mind has been greatly reduced.

　　He wanted revenge all the time. The boss couldn't lose. If he couldn't get revenge, it would be difficult for him to lead the team in the future.

　　Fortunately, during this period of time, he finally found an opportunity to block the little girl in this deserted alley.

　　"idiot!"

　　Looking at the yellow-haired man rushing towards him, Lin Xuan sneered.

　　He just waved his hand, and two green grasses emerged from the ground and tightly bound the yellow-haired man's legs as he ran fast.

　　"Bang!"

　　The yellow-haired man's momentum was too strong, and the green leaf grass broke in a moment, but Lin Xuan's goal had been achieved.

　　After this obstruction, the yellow-haired man's originally ferocious footsteps stopped, but his body was still rushing forward. His center of gravity was unstable, and he fell forward.

　　"Go back!"

　　Lin Xuan jumped up on the spot, did a spinning kick on the yellow-haired man's face, and kicked him back.

　　Lin Xuan has not been idle in the past six months. His basic swordsmanship has reached the eighth level. With day-to-day practice, his physical fitness has also improved a lot.

　　In terms of basic swordsmanship, it is no exaggeration to call him a master. He can even vaguely feel that he has reached a higher level.

　　"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

　　The yellow-haired boy rolled on the ground for several times and finally stopped after hitting a telephone pole.

　　"Bah! You're dead, kid."

　　Huang Mao climbed up and spat out a mouthful of blood foam. He glanced at Lin Xuan with eyes full of hatred.

　　"Na'er, hold me tight!"

　　Lin Xuan said to Na'er in his arms.

　　"Uh-huh!"

　　Naer nodded obediently and put her arms tightly around Lin Xuan's neck.

　　Lin Yi held Na'er with one hand and stretched out the other hand. At the same time, a white soul ring rose behind him.

　　"What! How could you be a soul master!"

　　Huangmao said unwillingly that he had practiced hard for more than ten years, so how could a young boy achieve it so easily?

　　"Go! Come on, everyone. Don't be afraid because we are in numbers! Let's kill him together."

　　The yellow-haired man shouted and the thugs around him rushed forward.

　　"court death!"

　　There was a gleam of ruthlessness in Lin Xuan's eyes, and he clenched his hands. In an instant, countless green-leafed sword grasses spread out from all directions of the alley, like spider silk, forming a web that enveloped the few people.

　　When Lin Xuan stopped, the alley was already filled with green-leaf sword grass.

　　They were everywhere on the ground and in the air, so densely packed that it felt like you were in a primeval forest. The dense grass even blocked out the sunlight.

　　These thugs were pinned one meter away from Lin Xuan by the Green Leaf Sword Grass and could not move. The joints of their hands and feet were pierced by the sharp Green Leaf Sword Grass, and drops of blood flowed along the leaves to the ground.

　　"snort!"

　　Lin Xuan snorted coldly and took back the Green Leaf Sword Grass. Several people fell limply to the ground.

　　The yellow-haired man at the back escaped, but he witnessed the tragic plight of several people. He was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, his crotch was wet, and he was mumbling incoherently.

　　Lin Xuan waved his hand again, and several green-leaf sword grasses flew out, nailing the already unconscious Huangmao to the wall.

　　Then Lin Xuan stabbed them several times one by one, and after making sure that they were all dead, he carried Na'er away.

　　The first time he killed someone, Lin Xuan felt no emotion at all. He didn't know if it was his nature or if he had fully integrated into this world where human life was worthless.

　　…

　　"Brother, are you okay? You look a little pale."

　　Back on the busy street, Na'er raised her head and touched Lin Xuan's slightly pale face and said worriedly.

　　"It's okay! It's just that my mental energy is a little over-consumed."

　　Lin Xuan shook his head.

　　Controlling so many Green Leaf Sword Grasses at once in such a short period of time was a bit too much for him even with his high-level Spiritual Yuan Realm mental strength, and most of his soul power was consumed.

　　"Was that your soul skill just now, brother? It's amazing!"

　　Naer looked at Lin Xuan with admiration, her eyes sparkling.

　　Lin Xuan's heroic figure, defeating the enemy effortlessly without getting a single blade of grass on his body, was firmly imprinted in her mind. He was so handsome!

　　"That's right! No one will be able to hurt Na'er from now on."

　　Lin Xuan pinched Naer's little nose, but then his expression changed and he spoke seriously.

　　"But before that, Na'er, can you explain why you came here?"

　　"Hehe! Well, brother, Naer knows she was wrong. Please forgive her, okay?"

　　Naer blinked her big eyes and looked aggrieved, as if she was about to burst into tears in the next second.

　　"You! You just know how to act like a scoundrel. I won't do it again!"

　　Lin Xuan helplessly reached out and pinched Naer's chubby little face, but in the end he didn't have the heart to teach her a lesson.

　　"Brother is the best!"

　　Naer came up excitedly and slapped Lin Xuan on the face.

　　"Hey! It's all saliva."

　　Lin Xuan said with disdain.

　　"No, Naer's saliva smells good."

　　Naer said with a pout, and punched Lin Xuan's chest with her pink fists in embarrassment.

　　"Let's go home first! It's time for lunch."

　　Lin Xuan looked at the sky. It was almost noon.

　　"No! I haven't been to Uncle Mang's place today."