Lord Of All: Start Farming To Create A Supreme Immortal World

Lin Mo said it didn't matter to Wen Chen's unruly behavior.

After all, if the other party is running away like this, it is impossible to escape from his Wuzhishan.

The next second.

Lin Mo just took a step forward, and his whole person disappeared in an instant.

"Well! He...he is a god!"

Some people at the scene couldn't help but exclaimed.

Everyone present was shocked.

Even Nangong, who had been following Lin Mo for three or two days, could not help but tremble and his eyes widened slightly.

You must know that although there are legends about gods and beings in this world.

But more of them are down-to-earth mortals and Martial Artists.

No matter how powerful a Martial Artist is, he can only burn mountains and boil seas, and this method of disappearing out of thin air, unless he has terrifying explosive power that can reach supersonic speeds with his physical body.

It's impossible to do.

As a First Grade Martial Artist, she didn't see exactly how Lin Mo disappeared.

At least she can be sure that Lin Mo will not simply disappear because of his fast movement speed.

One kilometer away on Donglin Road.

In just four or five minutes, Wen Chen, who had already run one kilometer, sat on the branch of a big tree and breathed in the fresh air.

Then he took off his sleeping bag from his waist and began to drink water in large gulps.

"It's so dangerous. When did this kind of monster appear in this world?"

"Relying on your physical body to resist the swordsman's sword energy? Isn't that outrageous?"

"I would understand if he was bald."

"But with such a young face and black hair, he doesn't look like the one from Mingchan Temple."

Wen Chen muttered with lingering fear.

This was the first time since his debut that he was so flustered.

"It's not good to talk about other people being monsters behind their back."

Just when Wen Chen was relieved and thought that the mysterious young man had been frightened by his sword three.

A voice like a demon from hell sounded behind him.

puff.

Wen Chen, who spurted out a large mouthful of water, instantly bounced off the tree trunk like a spring, and the huge explosive force directly cracked the entire tree.

Wen Chen rolled forward and fell to the ground.

Then the long sword was unsheathed until Lin Mo stepped on the void.

"You...when did you come after me!"

Seeing Lin Mo standing blankly in the air with nothing at his feet, Wen Chen couldn't help but take a breath.

First Grade Late Stage master!

Such a young First Grade and Late Stage.

I'm afraid this is not an old monster that has lived for hundreds of years.

"Our fight has not yet decided the winner, why did you leave early?"

Lin Mo landed directly in mid-air, and slowly walked towards Wen Chen, who was as frightened as a bird with a smile on his face.

"I give up...I give up. I won't fight. This fight is meaningless."

Lin Mo moves forward step by step, and Wen Chen moves backward step by step.

The two always kept a distance of about ten meters.

Even so, Wen Chen's heart was already in his throat.

How could he not see until now that this person was probably entangled with him and might want to kill him to silence him.

He only wanted to fight with others to gain fame, but he never wanted to lose his life.

"Then you should promise me something."

Lin Mo stopped scaring the unambitious Wen Chen and spoke directly.

"You say, whatever you say is what it is."

"As long as it's within my power."

While Wen Chen swallowed, he gradually felt relieved.

As long as the other party doesn't want his life.

"Follow me for one year and obey my orders for one year."

Lin Mo stated his request.

"this……"

"Do you want me to be your attendant?"

Wen Chen looked at Lin Mo with a strange expression, although this kind of thing has happened in the world.

Some masters who want face hope that the attendants around them are also extremely powerful beings.

So after defeating a master, he would ask the opponent like this.

But now that he has experienced it personally, he still feels that it is so unrealistic.

"I have a master, and I have to go and give gifts to my master every once in a while."

"If I follow you for a year, wouldn't it mean that I won't be able to see my master for a year?"

"I'm not bragging to you. My master is amazing. A year ago I was just a scumbag who didn't understand anything."

"But after being taught by my master for a year, I became as powerful as I am now."

"You don't want to provoke my master either."

"I advise you to change your conditions."

"Whether you need money or people, I can find a way to do it. The only thing I, Master Wen, can't accept is being an attendant."

Wen Chen put on an appearance of never bowing his head and looked at Lin Mo firmly.

I hope Lin Mo will see his determined look and make another request.

"That's it."

"Then you took the initiative to provoke me, and I killed you by mistake. Even if your master comes to hold you accountable, I still have the majority of the blame, right?"

Lin Mo's expression began to turn gloomy, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly as he looked at Wen Chen with a panic.

Seeing Wen Chen still pretending to be stupid, he was stunned.

Lin Mo slowly stretched out his black robe with one palm, revealing the dragon claw burning with black fire.

Wen Chen's pupils tightened when he saw this scene.

The sword in his hand couldn't help but slowly put down.

"dragon?"

"Are you the dragon incarnation?"

Wen Chen exclaimed in disbelief.

There are creatures like dragons in this world.

It's just that only a small number of the top experts have seen it.

I have seen masters like him who are extremely skilled.

I also told him about it.

In this world, the Martial Artist's practice relies not only on his own talent, but also on the invisible luck of time.

Often, the top handful of powerful people in the world are the ones who occupy the vast majority of luck in the world.

Just like Wang Bolin in Shenwu City, when he was forty, he was just a top-notch strongman who could only enter the First Grade realm.

But one day, after the white dragon died, its essence turned into four extremely huge streams of luck and flowed into the world.

Part of it flowed into the hands of Wang Bolin.

At this point, Wang Bolin began his path to invincibility, first defeating the old swordsman who once blocked the river with his sword and overwhelmed all the heroes.

Then he started a path of invincibility that lasted for a long time.

In addition, his master also said.

He, Wen Chen, is one of the luckiest people in the world. Otherwise, it would not have been possible for him to rise from an ordinary gangster to a top-notch strongman in the world in just one year.

It can be said that the practice of Martial Artist is the struggle for luck.

And the symbol of this misty luck is the dragon!

The Zhao family who left the country kept a Golden Dragon of Luck in captivity and became the lord of the Central Plains.

It is said that the Empress of the Northern Barbarians is the incarnation of the Golden Dragon of Luck, who has protected the Northern Barbarians from being swallowed up by the Central Plains countries for thousands of years, and is also expected to compete with Li Guo as the strongest country.

Wen Chen, who has longed for the life of a swordsman since childhood, knows these legends about luck all too well.

But at this moment, he actually saw the person in front of him extending a dragon claw?