Chapter 29

Lin Yun came very late, but the battle ended very early.

Three punches, just three punches, defeated Liang Wenbo neatly and energetically.

The disciples watching the battle below were all surprised.

Lin Yun didn't even draw his sword, so he defeated the powerful Liang Wenbo with three moves.

How strong is his strength?

A stunned look flashed in the eyes of the referee in the ring, and he looked at Lin Yun and said, "Lin Yun? I have no impression of you at all."

The referee's intention was obviously to say that Lin Yun's strength was supposed to have emerged among the outer disciples a long time ago.

But in his impression, among the outer disciples, he really didn't remember such a person.

"I only became a disciple of the outer sect two months ago. Before that, the sword slave has been cleaning the sword pavilion."

Lin Yun did not shy away from his background, and said truthfully.

The referee was even more surprised this time, looked at Lin Yun several times, and smiled: "That's no wonder, just work hard, you may not be able to qualify for this sixth group. In this battle, Lin Yun won, and accumulated one point. ."

"Thank you."

After the referee pronounced Lin Yun's victory, he calmly jumped off the ring and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the process of refining the demon pill, something unexpected happened.

It took two full days to complete the refining and absorption, allowing him to successfully advance to the sixth level of martial arts.

At the same time, the suffocation of the piebald tiger was combined, giving him an aura that was rarely seen by ordinary people.

After he arrived hard and figured out the rules, he finally found his ring.

Almost abstained in this round.

The rules of the mid-year assessment are very simple, divided into two rounds, the group stage and the knockout stage.

More than 2,000 outer disciples were divided into ten groups, each with about two hundred people, and the top eight entered the next round.

Only the top 80 people are qualified to compete for the ten inner sect disciples.

Lin Yun observed and found that the strength of each group was relatively average, and the top disciples of the outer sect were evenly divided into each group.

There is no situation where they all get together.

I think this is the intention of the elders of the sect, and try not to let these masters meet in advance and be eliminated prematurely.

Before the next game started, Lin Yun began to observe some of the strong opponents in this group.

In the sixth group, if the most powerful one is Zhang Han.

Zhang Han is an existence that has the ability to hit the top ten of the outer door, not much weaker than Zhou Yun, and has a sixth-level martial arts cultivation base.

Besides, Lin Yun doesn't know much.

But don't worry too much, he only needs to enter the top eight points to qualify. If you are lucky, you will not meet Zhang Han by lottery.

"The seventh group, Lin Yun vs. Hu Feng!"

Hearing the referee calling his name, Lin Yun hurried to the arena, he didn't want to let his opponent make three more moves.

The Big Wild Goose Technique was used, and with a slight jump, Lin Yun landed firmly on the ring.

Hu Feng's strength is only the fifth level of martial arts, which is much weaker than Liang Wenbo just now.

When he saw Lin Yun play, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Now that Lin Yun is in the outer sect, it can be said that he has become famous. I don't know that he has very few outer sect disciples.

From the humble sword slave to defeating Chen Xiao with one punch, this experience is a miracle.

When the referee announced the start, Hu Feng gritted his teeth and rushed over with all the energy in his body.

He used his palm as a knife, and his inner strength condensed his palm, and it seemed that a trace of cold light flashed.

Obviously, the other party is quite proficient in this technique, and it looks like it.

Tiger Fist!

Stand still, bend your knees. Lin Yun jumped up, and at the moment of condensing his momentum, he instantly punched.

Bang!

The two were in the air, fighting together.

Hu Feng snorted and was knocked off the ring by Lin Yun directly in the air.

"Lin Yun wins!"

The referee was taken aback for a moment and announced the result.

"It's Tiger Fist again!"

"How could this be, Lin Yun, doesn't he plan to use a sword?"

"I really want to take a look at the Flowing Wind Swordsmanship!"

The disciples off the field were greatly disappointed to see Lin Yun end the fight with one punch.

After a short rest, it was Lin Yun's turn to play again to meet the third opponent.

The opponent's reputation is not obvious, and he has a cultivation base, and he has not reached the sixth level of martial arts.

If such opponents did their best before refining the demon pill, Lin Yun would still be in some trouble.

Right now, he has successfully refined the demon pill and was promoted to the sixth level of martial arts.

With the advantage of cultivation base, it is too easy to deal with.

Almost a face-to-face, they easily crushed each other.

"Lin Yun wins!"

"Lin Yun wins!"

...

"Lin Yun wins!"

Three consecutive victories, four consecutive victories, five consecutive victories, six consecutive victories... Lin Yun quickly reached an astonishing ten consecutive victories!

Outer sect disciples, whose cultivation level exceeds the sixth level of martial arts, are still very few.

Except for the first opponent Liang Wenbo, Lin Yun dealt with it, and there were some dangerous accidents at the beginning.

Afterwards, he went on a winning streak, ranging from one punch to four or five punches.

The most important thing is that in his ten consecutive victories, he only used Tiger Fist, which has to be shocking.

When his thirteenth duel began, Lin Yun finally ushered in a ruthless role.

Ma Kui!

The sixth level of martial arts, proficient in high-level martial arts Ziyun Fist, practiced Tiebi Gong, and practiced a copper skin and iron bones.

In the seven groups, even Zhang Han, who was recognized as the number one, would have a headache facing him.

Along the way, Ma Kui has also been on a winning streak and has also swept his opponents.

His boxing skills are domineering and fierce, and his body is astonishing when he is trained in iron wall skills, and almost no one wants to fight against him.

"It looks good now, I see this Lin Yun, he must use a sword!"

"Facing Zhang Han, if you dare not use a sword, that is courting death."

"Both of them are winning streaks. No matter who wins this game, there will be one person who will end the winning streak."

"I heard that the winning streak seems to double the points, and the impact is still great."

After winning thirteen games in a row, Lin Yun did not use a sword, which has disappointed many disciples watching the battle.

Lin Yun has his own considerations, and the great success of Liufeng swordsmanship is his biggest trump card.

If he can hide his hand in the group stage, in the knockout stage, it will have the effect of a surprise soldier.

In the group stage, you can use it or not!

Besides, the perfect Tiger Fist, combined with the third-level Pure Yang Gong, is enough to deal with most opponents.

When everyone saw Lin Yun, he walked into the ring with empty hands.

All dumbfounded!

"I'm going, it's too much to look down on Ma Kui, isn't it?"

"Little Swordsman, once he was in power, he was so rampant, Senior Brother Ma, let's cheer for you!"

"Come on, Brother Ma, let him know how powerful your Ziyun Fist is!"

In the ring, Ma Kui frowned slightly, his face a little ugly, Zhang Han didn't dare to look down on him so much.

A sword slave, after a little adventure, turned out to be so arrogant.

"Little Swordsman, are you looking down on me?"

A trace of anger flashed in Zhang Han's eyes, and he said solemnly: "Pull out your sword, even if I lose to you today, I will be convinced by the flow of wind swordsmanship."

"Sorry, I didn't plan to use a sword in this battle."

Lin Yun explained it intentionally, not that he looked down on the other party, but after thinking about it, he couldn't explain it clearly.

"Insanity!"

Lin Yun's words completely angered Ma Kui, and Tiebi Gong was in operation.

His already tall figure swelled again and became extremely burly. The exposed muscles of the upper body actually gave off a faint metallic luster under the sunlight.

rub rub!

Ma Kui rushed forward, and every step he took, he left a deep footprint on the rock in the ring.

The ground seemed to be trembling, and all the disciples watching from the audience changed their faces.

"Senior Brother Ma is angry!"

"I didn't expect Brother Ma's strength to be so strong. It seems that there are hidden means ahead."

"Okay, I think this sword slave has stepped down like this, but he said he doesn't need a sword!"

When the spectators saw that Ma Kui was so powerful, they became very excited.

Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged, and he met the opponent with a mad rushing punch.

clang!

The fists collided, and there was a loud noise, Lin Yun suddenly felt a slight numbness in his fingers, and the pain continued.

"This is just the beginning!"

Noticing the slight change in Lin Yun's face, Ma Kui smiled slightly, and the color of his fist became darker.

The fists are like the wind, constantly blasting.

Bang bang bang!

Lin Yun fought back decisively with the Tiger Fist, receiving every punch.

When the opponent's fist turned purple completely, he snorted and was slammed out.

Almost fell out of the ring.

"Purple Cloud Fist!"

"Senior Brother Ma Kui's Ziyun Fist has been accomplished!"

The disciples in the audience exclaimed when they saw Ma Kui turning into a purple fist.

"What a fierce punch!"

Lin Yun was secretly startled, and immediately changed his strategy, a little toes, and floated over.

With the movement technique of the Big Wild Goose, he dodged at high speed, not fighting the opponent recklessly.

clang clang!

In an instant, Lin Yun, who was dodging at a high speed, landed countless fists on the opponent. With a metal-like collision sound, Lin Yun's arm was almost numb, but the other party seemed to be fine.

"It's useless, you can't break my physical defense, and I'll be fine no matter how many times you hit me. And if I hit you with one punch, I can defeat you, just like now!"

call!

The moment the voice fell, Ma Kui threw a punch, fast as lightning.

This punch had been planned for a long time, it came too fast, and the angle was tricky, so Lin Yun couldn't dodge it.

He only had time to cross his arms to block it, and was slammed into the air by the opponent.

Pfft!

Lin Yun felt a sweetness in his throat, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, but it was hurt by the inner strength of the opponent's Ziyun Fist.

"Sword slave, this is what happens if you don't draw your sword, give me defeat!"

A punch wounded Lin Yun, Ma Kui shouted angrily, before Lin Yun landed. He rushed over again, tall and mighty, and his body was like an iron wall, like a bull rushing over.

"Going to win!"

Seeing Lin Yun's desperate situation in the depths, the disciples watching the battle below shouted.

Lin Yun raised his brows, he didn't expect this Ma Kui to be so scheming.

Knowing that his movement is not as good as himself, he waited for the moment when he landed and blasted the peak of Ziyun Fist.

But if you want him to draw the sword, just relying on this ability is really not enough.

Bang bang bang!

Lin Yun's bones exploded, and his voice was thunderous. When he landed, he fully displayed all the power of the Tiger Fist's peak perfection.

At this moment, the peak of the Tiger Fist was full of firepower, without reservation.

A terrifying aura that surpassed the sixth level of martial arts erupted from his body, and when he clenched his five fingers, he slammed his fist out in an instant.

There seemed to be a fierce tiger behind him, roaring furiously.

With the punch he threw out, the tiger seemed to jump from the deep mountain to the ring, bringing a boundless gust of wind.

The tigers return to the mountains, and the beasts come to the court!

Click!

The fists collided, and there seemed to be a sound of something shattering.

Ma Kui, who rushed towards him, showed a huge shock on his face, and in just a split second, he was blasted backwards and flew out.

After landing, his body returned to normal, and he continued to glide all the way out of the ring.

Roar!

On the empty arena, the sound of tiger roaring continued, and the gust of wind scattered.

Fluttering about Lin Yun's clothes, and facing Huang Jianman's uninhibited domineering and domineering that day, he once again appeared on his delicate face.

"This is the ultimate Tiger Fist!"

"My God, there is actually someone who has practiced a set of tiger fists to the peak of perfection."

"How much perseverance and how much understanding it takes to do this."

"Defeat Ma Kui, thirteen consecutive victories... I can't stop it, this sword slave is really going to soar into the sky."

The disciples watching the battle under the stage were ashen-faced, facing the sudden reversal of the situation, it was a bit unacceptable.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, Lin Yun was defeated.

Ridiculous to the end, it was Lin Yun after all.

As someone said, Lin Yun, who has won thirteen consecutive victories, has soared into the sky and is hard to stop!