Chapter 932: The Name of Lin Mo

The columns of water gushing from the Black Tooth Fountain were still pounding, and the storm of Yuan Power that was like a whistling storm was still sweeping through, but this couldn't stop a group of figures that were rushing up into the sky.

Among them, Lin Mo had long since stood at the top of the Black Spring water column, holding that weird power wrapped around the top treasure in his hands.

Below that, there was a group of guys who were eyeing it intently.

However, although there were quite a few people, there were only four or five teams that really wanted to, and dared to, rob it.

"Senior brothers, give it to me, fight out our Foothill Ancient Academy's momentum." Suddenly, there was a leader of one of the teams, roaring loudly.

And then he was also the first to go, heading straight for Lin Mo.

Behind him were eight figures who had also exploded their cultivation to impact.

"So it's the Jingzhou Foothills Ancient Academy brothers, nice to meet you." Lin Mo smiled and said.

"Tiny Foothill Ancient Academy, also dare to be the first in the rush, head iron ah!" At this time, in another direction, a man with a wind god like jade, coldly snorted.

After this man said that, he wasn't in a hurry, he only waved his hand and had said to Lin Mo, "Kid, I see that your strength is not bad, but that thing isn't something you can take yet."

"The best treasure should be obtained by the strongest team, I don't want to fight too hard, then others will say that we, Emperor Qing Ancient Academy, are bullying."

"So, you might as well obediently bring it over."

This man was named Fang Xia, a disciple of the Emperor Qing Ancient Academy and one of the teams that arrived later.

The nine great ancient academies participating in the Nine States Event this time were the Qingzhou Emperor Qing Ancient Academy, the number one of all times and the strongest, followed by the Spirit State Holy Spirit Ancient Academy, Cangzhou Fengming Ancient Academy, Wanzhou Wanhuang Ancient Academy, Laizhou Cangdragon Ancient Academy, Winning State Nanling Ancient Academy, Jingzhou Lushan Ancient Academy, Miaoyu Cangmiao Ancient Academy, and Donglai Ancient Academy of the Eastern State.

Fang Xia despised the Lu Shan Ancient Academy as soon as he came up because the Lu Shan Ancient Academy's last ranking was the bottom three while they were number one, to the proud disciples of the Emperor Qing Ancient Academy, the bottom ancient academy was not enough to lift their shoes.

Hmph!

That captain of the Foothill Ancient Academy, snorted coldly, and all the majestic Yuan Power in his body surged out.

The eight players behind him also exploded their strongest cultivation, as if they wanted to prove themselves.

It was just that their cultivation levels were only at the 2nd or 3rd level of the Wanxiang Realm, so how could they be Lin Mo's opponents.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Thus, after several booming sounds were heard, this group of people from the Foothills Ancient Academy were all mercilessly defeated by Lin Mo, a scene that caused the other teams, who were preparing to storm up, to freeze.

"The strength is quite good." Fang Xia was also slightly surprised.

He didn't realise that before this, fellow Emperor Qing Ancient Academy Duke Mo and the others had already been crushed by Lin Mo, and even Chen Feng Yang had failed to stop Lin Mo.

Swoosh!

Lin Mo's figure surged again, and then he swept towards that captain of the Foothill Ancient Academy like an arrow.

When the latter attacked his figure, the pupils of his eyes shrunk violently, and a strong feeling of fear spread through his limbs.

"As for me, I have a principle, those who make a move against me will either die or hand over enough Yuan Spirit Pearls and admit defeat before they can do so."

As Lin Mo swept in front of him, he didn't directly make a move, but instead faintly said.

Upon hearing this, that captain immediately blurted out, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

Although he wanted to prove in front of those people from the Emperor Qing Ancient Academy that they weren't weak either, he didn't think that Lin Mo would be so strong that he would fight against the nine of them alone and even defeat them so quickly.

How could such a person be someone he could afford to mess with?

"Where's the Yuan Spirit Pearl?"

Lin Mo coldly snorted.

"As many as it takes."

"Half of your Yuan Spirit Bead holdings." Lin Mo said, "As for your team members, I'll waive it on account of the fact that they struck out at me for the first time."

"Good, good."

That captain hurriedly handed over the Yuan Spirit Bead.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xia couldn't help but laugh contemptuously, "Foothill Ancient Academy really has no strength and no backbone, it's only just been a single glance, and it's turned into this loser."

After hearing this, that captain did not speak although he was also angry.

However, Lin Mo was not used to him, only to see him turn his head and look over, "This senior brother from the Diqing Ancient Academy, are you going to make a move, or just roll?"

"Roll? Let me roll?"

Fang Xia looked at Lin Mo with some disbelief, and then laughed maniacally as he looked at his team members.

The ten or so people behind him were also laughing.

Their Diqing Ancient Academy was the top of the nine academies, and every time they entered the final round of the Nine States Event they had the most people, and regardless of the teams on that echelon, their overall strength was much stronger than their opponents at the same level.

All this time, they had always been the ones who claimed to be the boss, and just now, the same Duke Mo who was strutting his stuff was also from the Emperor Qing Ancient Academy.