The Strongest Traverser

Hearing that Mu Lin’s mercenary guild was bursting with laughter, and the little dolls are coming to the mercenary guild. Is the world swollen? At this time a bald, scar-faced man stood up and walked to the opposite side of Mu Lin and said: " Little ghost, this is not a place for fun, go home and drink milk!"

"Eh~~~" Hearing their laughter, Mu Lin's forehead suddenly exposed the blue veins (I think too much, is it possible to have blue veins when he is only fifteen and looks like a child). Enduring the feeling of wanting to kill, he looked at the scarred man in front of him and said, "Get out!"

"What! Little devil, you have the guts to say something." The scarred man's face suddenly showed a cruel look, and he looked at Mu Lin firmly.

"You. Give me. Get out!" said the big man with cold eyes.

"How can it be repaired, kid, **** power." Listening to Mu Lin's words, he shouted with a fist on his face, and the fist wind exploded due to the excessive speed and strength, and rushed towards the curtain with an unstoppable force. forest.

Mu Lin calmly looked at the punching bag-like fist, then casually stretched out his hand and grasped it firmly, looking at the scar face with contempt: "Didn't I say that, let you roll, but You just don’t listen, do you have to beat you to be happy? It’s so cheap!” Then he dragged Scarface’s fist and kicked his right whip leg into Scarface’s belly, kicking him away. When he got up, his hand fell again because he was caught by Mu Lin, and then he was kicked to the sky again, throwing his hand out the door.

"Just this little power, it's really deadly." Mu Lin looked at the scarred face lying on his stomach like an entity outside the door, with a look of disdain.

There is a chin drop in the guild. Others don’t understand but they have been in contact with Scarface for a long time. They know that Scarface’s power is also the best among them, with the strength of a B-level mercenary. A kid was defeated casually, how terrible this kid was.

Mu Lin looked at the people in the guild calmly: "I want to join the mercenary guild, who is in charge?"

"Da~Da~Da~" A very charming woman walked out of the room next to the guild's counter, smiled charmingly, took out a form and handed it to Mu Lin, looking at him and saying: "Brother is really amazing, I It’s the person in charge, come, just fill out this form if you want to join the mercenary guild."

After taking a look at the seductive woman, she nodded: "I understand." It's just that the registration of the mercenary guild is not as difficult as he thought. Only the name and title are required. The others don't matter, if there is a mercenary group. You can also fill it in.

"Name: Lin Mu...Title: Fengshen..." "That's it, is it okay?" After a glance, there was nothing else to fill out and then handed over to the woman, calmly said.

The seductive woman glanced at the registration form in her hand, her eyes brightened when she saw the title'Fengshen', but then she concealed it: "Brother dares to use the word god, does it seem to have some strength, then? You are welcome to join us. My name is Tai Lan, and I’m the waiter here. You can also find me if you need to pick up tasks."

Mu Lin then nodded calmly, saying that he knew it, and then he picked up a few quests about the Dark Guild in the task bar and registered and walked out of the Mercenary Guild.

Looking at Mu Lin's back, Taelan couldn't help but feel angry: "What? It's just a kid. I don't believe it and I can't get a kid."

"Hahaha~~!" Everyone in the guild watching this scene burst into laughter.

"Bah, you guys shut up, be careful of the laxatives that my old lady gives you every day, huh!" Tailan looked at the smiling people and said with a vicious glance, but it still gave people a charming feeling.

...A three-year dividing line...

"Hey, Dragon Power·Wind Dragon Roar!" It’s been a while since I joined the mercenary guild. In these days, Mu Lin kept on following the dark guild missions, building one and destroying one, basically medium or low Most of the dark guilds were destroyed, and the dark guilds above the middle level were also destroyed two or three, although they were exhausted to death several times. Now that the dark guild, which is in the middle or lower side, will run away when it sees Mu Lin, not to mention fighting, it's good to be able to save their lives. In the dark guild, it is said that a young man who uses the magic of wind extinguishing the dragon, with a coat of arms of a fairy tail on his neck, is hunting down the dark guild or the members of the dark guild that he meets on the road.

"Dragon Power·Zhenshanhe!" A huge giant palm condensed from the elements of wind shrouded in the sky above a dark guild building, slammed down fiercely, accompanied by crying and wailing.

"Huh, the last building, finish the work." Looking at the scum of the building in front of you, Lin mumbled.

"Okay, keep going!" There was a flutter, leaving a handsome back to the distance.

...

"Cut, what's the matter, I will run to do what I see, and I don't know how to eat people!" Mu Lin complained from time to time, sitting on the edge of a cliff and looking out at the small town in the distance. Now Mu Lin is well-known, both the wizards and the mercenary guild know that Fairy Tail has a wizard named Fengshen who specializes in hunting the Dark Guild and Dark Guild personnel. For a time, many forces want to win Mu Lin. After all, a teenager who looks like 18 years old has such strength, and his future achievements can be imagined.

"Cut, it's boring, it's better to develop the profound meaning." Mu Lin is still full of boring expressions, who are bothered by those forces who want to draw in again and again.

...Another four-year dividing line...

For four years, Mu Lin didn't know how he came here. Every day, he only knew how to practice, hunting, wandering around (looking for my little sister), and practicing. This keeps circulating until four years later.

On the towering mountain peak, a vigorous figure stands on the top of the mountain. The young figure is roaring, but there is no trace of clothes swinging in this figure. The wind just surrounds his figure, forming a shield. The same defensive circle, I saw his eyes closed, standing there motionless. . ,,.