Deng Lin took over the silver medal, and Chu Tianshu said with a worry-faced look, "Nephew, the danger in the temple is dangerous, you have to be careful." Deng Lin nodded. Since Yin Ziyu reminded him to be careful of Chu Tianshu, Deng Lin was a little wary of Chu Tianshu. Chu Tianshu could find Yin Ziyu within a hundred feet, but Deng Lin stood in front of Chu Tianshu, but could not feel any dangerous aura on Chu Tianshu. This only means that Chu Tianshu hid himself well.

Holding a silver medal in hand, Deng Lin stepped into the temple. As soon as he entered the temple, the scenery in front of him immediately changed drastically. The mountains, rivers, lakes, dense forests and ridges were completely a new world. Deng Lin knew in his heart that the temple was like the ancient battlefield, in the Han Kingdom, but was located in a different space.

Deng Lin was about to move forward when suddenly a cold voice said, "Stop!" Deng Lin frowned, but he didn't expect that as soon as he entered the dojo, he was stared at. After the words came to the ground, a middle-aged man with about forty years old, thin eyes, thin lips, and thin figure walked out of the jungle with a gloomy face and stared at Deng Lin tightly.

"I can't kill you if I hand over the silver medal!" said the middle-aged man in a sinister way.

Deng Lin smiled coldly, held his hands tightly, and suddenly lifted his breath. Five muffled sounds came from his body, ready to try out the middle-aged man.

Who would have thought that after hearing the five dull sounds of Deng Lin, the middle-aged man turned around and ran away without hesitation!

Deng Lin put down his fists and couldn't help but laugh.

The temple is not a life-and-death competition, so when middle-aged people see that their cultivation is not as good as Deng Lin, they immediately choose to escape. In the temple, they aim to collect silver medals. No matter what means they use, as long as they get silver medals in the end, they are successful people, and the process can even be ignored. Even if they kowtow to others in the temple, they will be begging for mercy, even if they abandon all their self-esteem, as long as the silver medal is in hand, they will still be in full bloom after going out.

Shaking his head and putting down his thoughts, Deng Lin continued to walk slowly. From a distance, he saw a fat man with a bloated body on a big rock by a stream, panting and flipping his hands constantly. It was a fierce battle. Deng Lin's heart moved, which was a good opportunity to plunder the silver medal. Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly became alert in his heart. The fat man seemed to be out of breath, but just sat on the big rock with a swagger. The situation was too suspicious. If he wanted to rest, he should at least find a hidden place to hide.

Deng Lin stopped far away, hid in the jungle, and watched the changes.

After a while, a thin young man came to the fat man and smiled, "Fatty, hand over the silver medal quickly." The fat man was immediately frightened, "Brother, I just experienced a bad battle, let me go." The fat man begged for mercy. The young man shook his head and sighed, "I can't bear to kill you, hand over the silver medal."

The fat man suddenly smiled strangely and said, "Let's come out." For a moment, six people jumped out of the forest and surrounded the youth. The young man looked around and couldn't help but smiled miserably, "So you are bait." The fat man smiled, "I can't bear to kill you, I'll hand over the silver medal." Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, the young man sighed, took out the silver medal and threw it to the fat man.

After the young man left, the fat man threw the silver medal to one of the six people, squinted his eyes and said, "Listen to me, why run around to get the silver medal? As long as we keep waiting here, we will not have to worry about not being able to receive the silver medal." The six people couldn't help but nodded, and the fat man continued, "I promise to be absolutely fair. Everyone will win the silver medal in order, and I will rank the last one."

Deng Lin looked at this scene from afar. The small group of these people should have been temporarily formed by the fat man, and they didn't seem to know each other. Using this method to win the silver medal is really a good way to wait for work. He easily won the silver medal without any effort.

"This fat man is considered a character," Deng Lin said in his heart, and couldn't help but look at the fat man more.

More than an hour later, the fat man had collected more than ten silver medals. A middle-aged practitioner in his fifties sighed to the sky and handed over five silver medals. After half a day, the fat man received at least more than 30 silver medals, and everyone had at least five or six silver medals. The fat man narrowed his eyes and said, "It's no longer safe here, let's change the place."

Deng Lin followed the fat man carefully, fearing that it would be easy to track these people with his ability. When Deng Lin thought of Yin Ziyu, he suddenly felt a sudden storm in his heart. Since he could see through the fat man's tricks, there should be someone who had seen through the fat man's tricks. Maybe just like him, waiting for the fat man and his group of people to be fat enough, so he started to snatch them. Thinking of this, Deng Lin couldn't help but look around with vigilance, but found no clues.

The fat man and his group changed the place after firing a few shots, and seemed cautious, not knowing that someone was staring at them in the distance. After two days, the fat man and others collected about one hundred silver medals. Everyone was smiling, and the few couldn't help but just follow the fat man's leader.

For several days, the fat man and his group had won nearly 300 silver medals, which could be said to have gained a lot. The group talked and laughed, and gave the fat man a thumbs up. The fat man narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly, his body made eight muffled sounds. The fat man, who was bloated, actually had the eighth level of body tempering. When everyone was relaxing his guard, beat the other six people to the ground with a thunderclap. He showed his habitual obscene smile. The fat man put the silver medals of the six people one by one in his arms, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, everyone, I'm sorry."

The six people's eyes were filled with resentment and fierce gazes of unwillingness, and they watched the hard work of the past few days being taken away by the fat man one by one. The fat man seemed not to feel the hatred gazes of the six people. After taking all the silver medals into his pocket, the fat man piled up his face and said, "Thank you for your help in the past few days, and say goodbye."

Suddenly, a cold voice said, "Want to leave? Hand over the silver medal."
Chapter completed!