Lin Haoming rejected the beauties given to the three families. For him, he had never seen any kind of beauties. No matter how beautiful the women given to the three families were, could they be as beautiful as Ruolan and the others?
The three families did not dare to say anything when faced with such a result. In the end, the Fang family gave up a manor outside the city and lived there for Lin Haoming. As for the birthday party, they also had to do it.
However, at the birthday party, Fang Jingtian released the news that Lin Haoming was the Martial Saint, and in front of everyone, challenged the seven Martial Saints.
This announcement surprised those who came to attend Fang Jingtian's birthday. However, the ancestors who had been in seclusion in the three Luzhou families also appeared together to confirm the incident, which caused a sensation in an instant. Fang Jingtian's so-called birthday was no longer important.
The news that a Martial Saint appeared in Luzhou and challenged the other seven Martial Saints suddenly spread in Dakang Kingdom.
More than a month later, in the pavilion of the manor, Yang Mu stood respectfully in front of Lin Haoming. He had already advanced to the third-class martial arts master and reported to Lin Haoming some of the things that happened in Luzhou City.
While listening to his report, Lin Haoming ate the grapes peeled by Xing'er, and behind them there were two identical little girls fanning the wind.
It was midsummer, and Lin Haoming was not afraid of the heat, but Xing'er was still thin after all, which made the little girl feel quite comfortable to fan the air.
These two girls are naturally the twins of the Li family. Although Lin Haoming refused, the reason why the Li family gave Lin Haoming a maid was still sent. Of course, the Fang family and the Gan family were the same. This result made Lin Haoming a little amused. What made him most funny was that Xing'er, the girl, said that she accepted them so that she could spread the branches and leaves for the Lin family in the future.
Lin Haoming didn't care about this. Since they wanted to be girls, let them be girls.
After listening to Yang Mu's report, Lin Haoming thought about the content and asked, "Who is the seven martial saints planning to leave?"
"No, after all, the seven martial saints have been famous for a long time and will not lose their reputation easily!" Yang Mu said naturally.
Lin Haoming just smiled and said, "Since they are afraid of losing their reputation, then just announce to the public that I will give them three months. If no one dares to challenge it, it means that I am not as good as me in the world, and it is equivalent to admitting that I am the number one in the world!"
"This...master, will this cause them to hold grudges?" Yang Mu asked with some concern.
"Just force them out, nothing, just pass the words out!" Lin Haoming said.
Faced with Lin Haoming's instructions, Yang Mu naturally would not refuse and immediately took the call.
Lin Haoming continued to enjoy the life of good Xing'er in the following days.
On this day, Lin Haoming was fishing in the pond in the manor. Suddenly, Yang Mu hurriedly came from his appearance and reported: "Master, the magic swordsman Su San is here to challenge!"
When Lin Haoming, who had been waiting for nearly three months after hearing the Martial Saint coming, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although three months were fleeting for him, he never stopped thinking about passing the fourth level, and he was working hard for this purpose.
"Please come in! Take him to the front hall."
After Lin Haoming gave the order, he stopped accompanying his wife and stood up and walked towards the front hall.
Before he could enter the front hall, Lin Haoming saw Yang Mu bringing people over.
The magic swordsman looks in his forties and looks quite fair. If he hadn't been carrying a big knife behind him, Lin Haoming would have thought he was a white-faced scholar, but of course, with his strong physique, he would not have thought about the scholar's direction.
"You are Lin Haoming?" Seeing Lin Haoming, Su San seemed to recognize the new martial saint at once.
"Yes, the magic swordsman Su San, there is indeed a clear difference between the martial saint and the martial sage." Lin Haoming could not use his spiritual consciousness, but he could still feel that the difference between this magic swordsman and ordinary people seemed to be longer.
At this time, both of them were feeling each other's breath. Su San suddenly grabbed his hand back, and the ghost head, which was wider than his palm, was tightly grasped by his hands.
"Yang Mu, let go and let everyone else retreat!" Lin Haoming also gave instructions at this time, and in the yard outside the front hall, the two of them confronted each other.
Now summer has passed, and although it is not yet late autumn, the leaves are yellow. Although the courtyard is cleaned every day, fallen leaves still fall from time to time.
Just as a breeze brought a fallen leaf to pass through Lin Haoming's eyes, Su San suddenly moved, and the huge ghost-headed sword stabbed towards Lin Haoming's throat like a clever dagger.
The fallen leaves slashed by, and the ghost-headed sword had already arrived at the place where Lin Haoming had stood, but Lin Haoming's people were gone.
"What a quick body move!" Su San exclaimed, but in front of his movements, the huge ghost-headed sword was more like his extra arm, dancing vigorously.
Although Yang Mu listened to Lin Haoming's order and left, his master fought with the magic swordsman Su San, so he naturally could not really leave. The mistress had already arrived at this moment, but he also knew that the master's fight could easily hurt the innocent, so he protected him from a distance.
In fact, whether it was Su San's arrival, no matter he was alone, Luzhou's three families, or other forces, had already been waiting outside the Zhuangzi, but because Lin Haoming existed, they would not dare to come in without Lin Haoming's permission. But now that the two of them have fought, they naturally don't want to miss it.
When I saw the two masters fighting, many people knew what was wrong, and there was heaven. Gan Yan couldn't help but sigh: "This is the Martial Saint. I always thought it was only one step away, but now I realized that it was hard to reach this life."
Compared to Gan Yan, Li Quanshui and Fang Qingmu also sighed bitterly. Others may not have the cultivation level of theirs and their horizons are not as broad as theirs, but they also know how terrible the true Martial Saint is.
As for those who didn't even have a third-class martial artist, they could only see two figures flashing, and they didn't know how the two of them fought.
Of course, these people finally saw the two of them stopping, and only saw Lin Haoming shaking his head constantly, as if he was very dissatisfied with this fight.
Did Lin Haoming lose?
Just when their thoughts emerged, Su San couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and said pale: "I'm far inferior to you. You didn't do your best just now, right?"
Lin Haoming did not do his best. When he fought with Su San, he was just feeling what was going on at the level of Martial Saint.
Chapter completed!