Lin Yun's abstention caused quite a stir.

His battle with Zhang Han was supposed to be the most exciting battle among the six groups, plus the previous "cheating" incident.

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

To abstain from such a highly anticipated battle naturally arouses some criticism.

However, in the midst of the mid-year event, the storm soon passed.

After all, everyone has their own battles, each group has a wonderful showdown, and the excitement of the event continues.

Next, Lin Yun will fight three games.

The result was without exception. After seeing Lin Yun, he took the initiative to give up and save his energy.

"Congratulations, according to the extra points gained from your previous winning streak, you have qualified early and don't need to compete anymore."

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

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

Lin Yun was completely idle and began to wander around with 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 sect.

Each group has strong players, many of whom even he is afraid of.

The reason is that he joined the outer sect too young.

His cultivation level couldn't keep up. The top three in each group were almost all at the seventh level of martial arts. They might also have hidden trump cards like him.

Now think about it, he hides the trump card of Liufeng Swordsmanship, so Zhang Han may not have a trump card.

"I still have too few trump cards."

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

With his current strength, he is probably not sure of victory and will definitely become an inner disciple.

One is that his cultivation level is too low, and the other is that he doesn't have enough trump cards.

Both of these reasons cannot be achieved in a short while and require time to settle.

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

It took only two months after joining Waimen to achieve the current results.

Within the Qingyun Sect, Lin Yun can be regarded as a miracle.

Especially since he was the lowest level sword slave before, it is even more incredible.

But that was not enough. Lin Yun fell into deep thought.

When the light of the setting sun falls and night falls.

The entire group stage has been declared over.

All eighty people who are qualified to compete for inner disciples have been selected and stand under the high platform.

After the sect leader and a group of elders have finished encouraging them.

The forty people ranked at the bottom began to draw lots one by one.

Lin Yun was ranked in the bottom forty because he abstained from one contest and because his cultivation was not outstanding among the eighty people.

According to the sect's practice, those who go up to draw lots will definitely be very nervous.

If someone were to draw Hu Feng, who was number one in the outer sect, he would probably be fooled on the spot.

"Congratulations to Wang Lang, the winner is the No. 1 outer disciple Hu Feng!"

Lin Yunzheng was thinking this, and on the high platform, the elder read out one person's candidate for the lottery.

rock!

I saw that the man's face instantly turned pale, he staggered a few steps and almost fell down.

There are four rounds in the knockout round. If you lose the last round, you will be eliminated.

If you draw someone else, no matter how strong you are, you still have a chance to win. Drawing Hu Feng is almost equivalent to failure.

The terrifying cultivation of the eighth level of martial arts is an insurmountable gap.

The other disciples who had not come to the stage to draw lots looked obviously relieved and looked at the unlucky guy with a smile.

"Thank you, elder."

Wang Lang walked on in a daze, looking depressed. All his efforts this year were in vain.

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

"Lin Yun, come up and draw lots."

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

Under the stage, I saw the outer disciples in the front row standing in a line.

A hundred meters behind, there were more than two thousand outer sect disciples who had not made it out of the dense crowd.

Being able to stand on this stage and be watched by everyone is actually an honor.

After handing the lotus he drew to the elder, Lin Yun waited quietly.

After the elder read it, his face looked a little strange. After a moment of pause, he said, "Congratulations to Lin Yun. You have drawn the No. 5 outer disciple, Zhou Yun!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place suddenly became noisy.

"No way, what a coincidence?"

"Tsk, tsk, what kind of luck is this sword slave? He got Zhou Yun in the first round of the knockout round."

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

"This can be regarded as asking for mercy, hahaha, now I see how he abstains, but he cannot abstain in the knockout round."

No one expected that Lin Yun Shen's hand would draw his mortal enemy Zhou Yun.

Zhang Han, who was not far away from Zhou Yun, chuckled softly and said: "Senior Brother Zhou, I didn't expect you to be slapped by this sword slave. I heard that you had a lot of fun with him?"

"It doesn't matter. No matter what problems this sword slave had with me before, it can't be changed. I will beat him back to his original form."

Zhou Yun said calmly without changing his expression.

"Haha, these words are unlucky. Ma Kui, who was kneeling before, also said the same thing."

Zhang Han saw the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, so he continued to joke.

call out!

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

But Zhou Yun's face darkened and he glared at him.

Suddenly, a huge pressure hit Zhang Han like a tsunami.

So strong!

This guy is probably only a hair away from the eighth level of martial arts.

"Are you comparing me to this loser Ma Kui? Are you mocking my lack of strength, or are you mocking me for being able to kneel down?"

Zhou Yun said coldly.

Zhang Han chuckled and said quickly: "Don't dare, senior brother Zhou is serious."

"Then just stop talking, huh!"

Zhou Yun snorted coldly and said nothing more.

The outer disciples not far away all felt Zhou Yun's murderous intention, and even Hu Feng, who was standing at the head, looked over curiously.

Seeing Zhou Yun's powerful strength, these people looked at Lin Yun on the stage and shook their heads slightly.

Lin Yun held the lotus sign and was a little surprised.

However, he has a good mentality. What is supposed to come will always come, so just go all out.

Who will lose and who will win is still uncertain!

call out!

The moment he raised his head, Lin Yun's eyes met Zhou Yun below.

The two were fighting each other, refusing to give in to each other.

Before the fight even started, a fierce exchange broke out, which made all the disciples at the scene feel a tense atmosphere.

"Little sword slave!"

A ray of anger welled up in Zhou Yun's heart. This sword slave was so arrogant that he actually provoked him on the spot.

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

If Su Ziyao hadn't been there that day, he could have easily destroyed Lin Yun.
To be continued...