His battle with Zhang Han should have been the most exciting duel in the six groups, plus the previous "scam" incident.
Many outer disciples noticed the existence of Lin Yun in Group 6.
Such a highly anticipated battle, and even abstaining from power, it naturally caused some criticism.
However, in the mid-year event that was in full swing, the storm quickly passed.
After all, everyone has their own battles, and each group has wonderful duels, and the hot event continues.
Next, Lin Yun will fight three games.
Without exception, after seeing Lin Yun, he chose to abstain from saving his physical strength.
"Congratulations, according to your previous winning streak, you have already advanced to the top, so you don't have to fight."
After winning the 17th duel, the referee said to Lin Yun.
There is no need to fight the remaining thirteen duels, so it is naturally a good thing.
Lin Yun was completely idle and began to wander with various groups to learn about the next round of opponents in advance.
After watching the game, he had a great understanding of the entire outer door.
There are strong players in each group, and some of them are there, and even he feels afraid of them.
The reason is that he joined the outer door for too little time.
The cultivation level cannot keep up, and the top three groups are almost all at the seventh level of martial arts, and maybe they have hidden trump cards like him.
Thinking about it now, he has hidden the trump card of Liufeng's swordsmanship, and Zhang Han may not have no trump card.
"I have too few trump cards."
After several observations, Lin Yun came to the conclusion.
If he had the current strength, he would probably not be sure of winning and would definitely become an inner disciple.
First, the cultivation level is too low, and second, the trump card is not enough.
Both reasons cannot be achieved in a short while, and it takes time to settle.
Those powerful players like Zhang Han and Wang Ning have been 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 the outer door.
In the Qingyun Sect, Lin Yun can be regarded as a miracle.
Especially before, he was the lowest-level sword slave, which was even more incredible.
But just this is far from enough, Lin Yun fell into deep thought.
When the sunset shines and the night comes.
The entire group stage is over.
All eighty people who are qualified to compete for the inner disciples have been selected and stood under the platform.
After the sect leader and a group of elders are encouraged.
The forty people ranked low began to draw lots one by one.
Because Lin Yun abstained from the ruling game and his cultivation level was not outstanding among the 80 people, he was ranked last forty.
According to the sect's practice, those who go up to draw lots will definitely be very nervous.
If someone beat Hu Zifeng, the number one in the outer sect, he would probably be stupid on the spot.
"Congratulations to Wang Lang, the one who won the No. 1 outer disciple Hu Zifeng!"
Lin Yun was thinking like this, on the high platform, the elder read a lottery draw for one person.
rock!
I saw that the man's face was pale in an instant, and he staggered a few steps and almost fell down.
There are four rounds of knockout rounds, and you will be eliminated if you lose the last game.
No matter how strong the other person is, he has the chance to make a try. Drawing Hu Zifeng is almost like annoying failure.
The terrifying cultivation level of the eighth level of martial arts is completely an insurmountable gap.
The other disciples who had not taken the stage to draw lots all looked obviously relieved and looked at the unlucky guy and smiled.
"Thank you, elder."
Wang Lang walked on in a daze, looking depressed, and the efforts of the year were in vain.
If you want to become an inner disciple, you have to wait next year.
"Lin Yun, come up and draw lots."
The elder on the stage called out to himself, and Lin Yun quickly stepped forward and came to the lottery box.
I saw the outer disciples who were out of the front line standing neatly in front of the stage.
A hundred meters away from the rear were densely packed with more than 2,000 outer disciples who had not qualified.
Being able to stand on this stage and pay attention to it is actually a privilege.
He handed the draw he had drawn to the elder, and Lin Yun waited quietly.
After reading it, the elder looked a little strange. After pausing for a moment, he said, "Congratulations to Lin Yun, the No. 5 outer disciple you drew, Zhou Yun!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole scene suddenly became noisy.
"No way, that's such a coincidence?"
"Tsk tsk, what's the luck of this sword slave? He drew Zhou Yun 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 asking for Ren and De Ren, hahaha, I see how he abstains now. He cannot abstain in the knockout stage."
No one expected that Lin Yunshen's hand would draw his mortal enemy Zhou Yun.
Zhang Han, not far from Zhou Yun, chuckled softly: "Senior Brother Zhou, I didn't expect you to be sucked by this sword slave. I heard that you have had a big holiday with him?"
"It doesn't matter. No matter what festival this sword slave had with me before, he couldn't change it. He would be beaten back to his original form by me."
Zhou Yun said lightly without changing his face.
"Haha, this is unlucky. Ma Kui, who was kneeling before, said the same thing."
Zhang Han didn't bother to watch the fun and continued to joke.
call out!
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold gaze shot towards him.
However, 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 line away from the eighth level of martial arts.
"You compare me with this trash Ma Kui? Are you mocking me for being weak, or are you mocking me for kneeling down?"
Zhou Yun said coldly.
Zhang Han chuckled embarrassedly and said quickly: "Don't dare,
Senior Brother Zhou is so serious.”
"Then tell me less, hum!"
Zhou Yun snorted coldly, not saying much.
The outer disciples not far away felt Zhou Yun's murderous intent, and even Hu Zifeng, who was standing in the first place, looked over curiously.
Seeing Zhou Yun's strong strength, these people looked at Lin Yun on the stage and shook their heads slightly.
Lin Yun was holding the sign, but he was a little unexpected.
But he has a good mentality. He always has to come what he should come, and it’s better to do his best.
Whoever loses wins, but maybe!
call out!
The moment he looked up, Lin Yun's gaze happened to be opposite Zhou Yun below.
The two fought against each other and refused to give in.
Before the fight was fought, a fierce confrontation occurred, which made the disciples on the scene feel a hint of tension.
"Little Sword Slave!"
A ray of anger surged in Zhou Yun's heart. The sword slave was really arrogant and even provoked him on the spot.
He only regarded the challenge two months ago as a joke.
If Su Ziyao was there on that day, he would easily have destroyed Lin Yun.
Unexpectedly, two months later, the opponent would actually draw himself in the knockout round in front of the sect.
In front of thousands of people from the sect, Lin Yun looked at each other from a condescendingly, which made him feel very upset.
"Okay, you go down."
The elders of the sect on the side saw that the two of them were secretly accumulating momentum, and neither of them was willing to admit defeat. The situation was a little bad, so they quickly spoke out to interrupt the confrontation of momentum.
Lin Yun knew in his heart that this battle would be impossible.
If you lose, it may not be as simple as elimination.
After all draws, the elder of the sect said, "Okay, the draw is over. Today's group stage, everyone can fight for a day, but they are so tired. Some people are even injured and cannot recover in a short period of time.
The goal decided to start the knockout round in fifteen days. I hope everyone can maintain their energy and participate in the battle at their peak without any regrets.”
Fifteen days?
Lin Yun was slightly stunned. It was supposed to be only five days off, but something happened to this session.
I don’t know who was seriously injured, but there were ten days extra.
In this way, he was given some opportunities.
After returning to the wooden house, Lin Yun began to think about his strategies to fight the enemy.
In the group stage, Zhou Yun didn't show his skills much and couldn't tell the depth.
It can only be judged that cultivation is only a line away from the eighth level of martial arts.
He had already struggled enough to face the seventh level of martial arts by first entering the sixth level of martial arts.
Facing Zhou Yun who is almost at the eighth level of martial arts, he is afraid that he will be under greater pressure.
The momentum pressure brought by the realm is as heavy as the next day. The momentum is suppressed and may not be able to move.
Even if you have the Great Liufeng Sword Technique, you may not have a full chance of winning.
"No, I have to have another trump card to compete with him."
Speaking of the trump card, Lin Yun immediately thought of the innate martial arts in his hand, the Dragon and Tiger Fist.