Chapter 33

Lin Yun's abstention caused quite a stir.

The battle between him and Zhang Han should have been the most exciting showdown in the six groups, plus the previous "fraud" incident.

Many outside disciples noticed the existence of the six groups of Lin Yun.

Such a long-awaited battle, to abstain from the vote, naturally caused some criticism.

However, in the mid-year event in full swing, the storm passed quickly.

After all, everyone has their own battles, each group has a wonderful showdown, and the hot situation of the event has continued.

Next, Lin Yun played three games.

The results were without exception. After seeing Lin Yun, he voluntarily chose to abstain from giving up to save his stamina.

"Congratulations, according to the extra points you gained from your previous winning streak, you have qualified in advance, so you don't have to fight anymore."

After winning the seventeenth match, the referee said to Lin Yun.

There is no need to fight in the remaining thirteen duels, which is naturally a good thing.

Lin Yun was completely idle, and began to walk among the various groups to learn about the opponents in the next round in advance.

After watching the battle, he had a great understanding of the entire outer door.

There are strong players in each group, and there are many of them, and even he is afraid of the existence.

The reason is that he joined the outer door too shallowly.

The cultivation base can't keep up. The top three in each group are almost all of the seventh-level martial arts cultivation base, and maybe they have hidden cards like him.

Thinking about it now, he hides the trump card of Liufeng Swordsmanship, and Zhang Han may not have trump card.

"My trump card is still too little."

After watching the battle several times, Lin Yun came to a conclusion.

With his current strength, I am afraid that there is no certainty that he will win, and he will definitely become an inner disciple.

One is that the cultivation base is too low, and the other is that the hole cards are not enough.

For both reasons, neither can be achieved in a short time, and it takes time to settle.

Those strong players like Zhang Han and Wang Ning have settled in the outer door for at least two to three years.

I was able to achieve the current results in just two months after joining Waimen.

In Qingyunzong, Lin Yun can be regarded as a miracle.

Especially before he was the lowest level sword slave, which was even more incredible.

But that's all, it's not enough, Lin Yun fell into contemplation.

When the brilliance of the setting sun falls, the night comes.

The entire group stage is over.

Eighty people who are qualified to compete for inner disciples have all been selected to stand under the high platform.

After the Sect Master and a group of elders have finished encouraging them.

The bottom forty people started to draw lots one by one.

Lin Yun was also ranked in the bottom 40 because he abstained one game and his cultivation was not outstanding among the 80.

According to the practice of the sect, those who go to the lottery will definitely be very uneasy.

If someone were to draw the number one beard in the outer sect, he would probably be stupid on the spot.

"Congratulations, Wang Lang, the No. 1 Outer Sect disciple, Hu Feng, was drawn!"

Lin Yunzheng was thinking like this, on the high platform, the elder read out a lottery object for one person.

rock!

Seeing that man's face was instantly pale, he staggered a few steps, and almost fell.

There are four knockout rounds, and if you lose the previous one, you will be eliminated.

No matter how strong others are in the lottery, there is still a chance to win a fight, and beating Beard Feng is almost equivalent to a failure.

The terrifying cultivation base of the eighth-level martial arts is completely an insurmountable chasm.

The other disciples who did not come to the stage to draw lots were obviously relieved, and smiled at the unlucky one.

"Thank you elder."

Wang Lang walked on in a daze, with a depressed expression, this year's efforts were all in vain.

If you want to become an inner disciple, you have to wait for next year.

"Lin Yun, come up and draw lots."

The elder on the stage called to himself, and Lin Yun stepped forward quickly and came to the lottery box.

I saw under the stage, the outer sect disciples who were at the forefront of the line stood neatly in a line.

Hundred meters away from the rear, there are more than 2,000 outer disciples who have not qualified.

To be able to stand on this stage and attract people's attention is actually an honor.

Handing the sign that he had drawn out to the elder, Lin Yun waited quietly.

After reading it, the elder looked a little weird, paused for a moment and then said, "Congratulations, Lin Yun, the fifth outer sect disciple you drew, Zhou Yun!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole scene suddenly became noisy.

"No way, so coincidentally?"

"Tsk tsk, what luck is this sword slave, Zhou Yun was drawn in the first round of the knockout round."

"If I remember correctly, he was humiliated by Zhou Yun in the organ hall, but he said he would challenge him in two months."

"This is also considered to be benevolent, hahaha, now I see how he abstains, but he can't abstain in the knockout round."

No one would have thought that Lin Yunshen's hand would draw his nemesis Zhou Yun.

Zhang Han, who was not far from Zhou Yun, laughed softly: "Senior Brother Zhou, I didn't expect you to be drawn by this sword slave. I heard that you and him have a lot of festivals?"

"It doesn't matter, no matter what this sword slave has had with me in the past, it can't be changed, and it will be the result of being beaten back to its original shape by me."

Zhou Yun did not change his face, and said lightly.

"Haha, this is not auspicious. Ma Kui, who was kneeling before, said the same thing."

Zhang Han didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and continued to tease.

call out!

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a cold gaze shot towards him.

However, Zhou Yun's face sank and he glared at him.

Suddenly, a tremendous pressure slammed down towards Zhang Han like a tsunami.

So strong!

This guy is probably only a thin line away from the Eighth Layer of Martial Arts.

"Are you comparing me to Ma Kui as a waste? Are you mocking me for my lack of strength, or are you mocking me as well?"

Zhou Yun said coldly.

Zhang Han sneered and said quickly, "Don't dare, Senior Brother Zhou is serious."

"Then tell me less, hum!"

Zhou Yun snorted coldly, not saying much.

The outer disciples not far away felt Zhou Yun's killing intent, and even Hu Feng, who was standing in the first place, looked over curiously.

Seeing that Zhou Yun was so powerful, these people looked at Lin Yun on the stage and shook their heads slightly.

Lin Yun was holding the sign, and it was a little unexpected.

However, he has a good mentality. What should come is always coming, and it is good to go all out.

Who wins and who loses, maybe!

call out!

The moment he raised his head, Lin Yun's line of sight just happened to meet Zhou Yun below.

The two competed against each other, not giving in to each other.

Before the fight, there was a fierce confrontation, which made the disciples at the scene feel a tense atmosphere.

"Little Swordsman!"

There was a ray of anger in Zhou Yun's heart, this sword slave was really arrogant, and he even provoked himself on the spot.

Originally, the challenge two months ago, he only saw it as a joke.

If it wasn't for Su Ziyao that day, he would have easily abolished Lin Yun.

Unexpectedly, two months later, the other party would actually go up and down in front of the sect and draw him in the knockout round.

In front of thousands of people from the sect, Lin Yun looked at him condescendingly, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Okay, you go down."

On the side of the sect elders, seeing the two of them secretly gaining momentum, neither of them would admit defeat. The situation was not good, and he quickly interrupted the momentum confrontation.

Lin Yun knew in his heart that this battle might not be good.

If you lose, it may not just be as simple as elimination.

When all the lots were drawn, the elders of Zongmen said: "Okay, the lottery is over. Today's group stage, everyone can play against each other for a day, and they are all tired. Some people are even injured and can't recover in a short time. The door decides to start the knockout rounds in fifteen days. I hope everyone has enough energy to participate in the battle at their peak without any regrets.”

Fifteen days?

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, originally there should be only five days of rest, but something unexpected happened this time.

I don't know who was seriously injured, but it took ten more days.

In this way, it gave him some opportunities.

After returning to the wooden house, Lin Yun began to think about the strategy against the enemy.

In the group stage, Zhou Yun didn't show much of his skills, so he couldn't see the depth.

It can only be judged that the cultivation base is only a line away from the eighth level of martial arts.

He had just entered the sixth level of martial arts, and faced the seventh level of martial arts, it was hard enough.

In the face of Zhou Yun, who is almost at the eighth level of martial arts, I am afraid that the pressure will be even greater.

The momentum pressure brought by the realm is as heavy as the next day, the momentum is suppressed, and it may be impossible to move.

Even if there is a Dacheng Liufeng swordsmanship, I am afraid that there is no full chance of winning.

"No, I must have another hole card to compete with him."

When it came to the bottom card, Lin Yun immediately thought of it, the innate martial art in his hand, Dragon Tiger Fist.