When the time came, Elder Yun stood up and said loudly: "The competition for the outer disciples of the Qingyuan Sect has begun. The disciples who have drawn the lots will go to the corresponding arena to prepare."
Arena?
Ling Lin looked around and couldn't help but wonder, where did the arena come from? Not only him, but also many young disciples looked puzzled and whispered to each other. But those old disciples had calm faces and just put their eyes lightly on He walked into a large open space in front of the VIP table.
As if he saw the doubts in the eyes of many disciples, Elder Yun didn't say much. He smiled slightly, and the powerful Yuan Power in his body rippled. He drew the skills with both hands and said: "Get up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a roar resounded through the sky, and then everyone felt a strong shaking underground, as if the ground was shaking and the mountains were shaking. Some disciples who were less advanced fell to the ground on the spot, with frightened expressions on their faces.
Within Ling Lin's sight, arenas about ten feet in diameter appeared out of thin air.
"Nine." Ling Lin counted the rings carefully.
According to different positions, the nine stages are divided into "Qian" stage, "Kan" stage, "Gen" stage, "Zhen" stage, "Middle" stage, "Xun" stage and "Li" stage. , "Kun" position platform, "Dui" position platform.
"Ahem." After clearing his throat, the crowd below instantly fell silent. Elder Yun continued: "Old rule, life or death on the field does not matter!"
As the four words "life or death" fell, Ling Lin instantly felt that the atmosphere in the arena suddenly changed, and a trace of iron-blooded coldness filled the air.
After Elder Yun finished speaking, he looked at the middle-aged man in black on the referee's bench and nodded to him.
Elder Yun, as an elder, of course cannot personally preside over the competition among the outer disciples. But this middle-aged man in black is the host and referee in charge of various activities of the outer disciples. He cleared his throat, stood up and said : "There are ninety contestants in total. Everyone goes to the wooden box to draw lots. The contestant who draws the number one wooden lot will compete with the contestant with the number ninety. The contestant who draws the number two wooden lot will compete with the contestant with the number eighty-nine. By analogy, you have also chosen which platform you are competing on. Now let’s start drawing lots!”
Although the venue was crowded, there were only ninety people who actually came to participate. The others came to watch the battle. Although they did not participate, having the opportunity to see this kind of competition was still very rewarding for them. Because life or death does not matter, those who come to participate are all people who are confident in their own strength. Looking at it, they are basically at the peak of the martial arts realm. Of course, there are also a few disciples who are at the ninth level of the martial arts realm. However, among them, the old disciples account for nearly About 80% of the total, there are only a dozen young disciples.
Ling Lin was the last one to go up to draw lots, and the one he drew was number 13.
After everyone had finished drawing, the middle-aged man in black said loudly: "The competition has begun. Contestants No. 1 and 90 will go to the "dry" position, and contestants No. 2 and 89 will go to the "hump" position... After a while In the blink of an eye, eighteen figures jumped out from the crowd and stepped onto the ring.
A fiery battle began to break out. There was a lot of energy on the stage, and there was a lot of discussion in the audience.
Someone pointed at a middle-aged man in gray clothes on the "Kan" stage and said: "Did you see that, that is the "mountain splitter" Yi Rongchen. I also participated in the last competition, but it was a pity that I met someone from that session on the way. The third place was eliminated miserably. Unexpectedly, ten years have passed and he has not yet broken through the Xiantian realm. However, he must be a rare opponent in the martial arts realm. He is a popular figure in the top ten this year!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Rongchen's momentum on the stage changed and he stopped entangled and suddenly shouted: "Splitting Mountain Hands!"
"bump!"
Although the player on the opposite side was not weak, he was clearly outmatched by Yi Rongchen's unique skill of splitting the mountain, and was knocked back several steps. Yi Rongchen gained the upper hand and was not merciful. He attacked the opponent with a few strong attacks and then kicked the opponent.
On the chest.
"Poof." The opponent was kicked on the spot and his blood spurted out. He was kicked out of the ring and fell to the ground and passed out.
"Contestant No. 2 Yi Rongchensheng!"
This was the first person to be eliminated, as if a fuse had been triggered. Then there was a sound of "bump, bang", and each figure exited the ring spurting blood. For a moment, on the nine rings, each of them only had
There is only one figure left.
"Contestant No. 10 vs. Contestant No. 81...Contestant No. 13 vs. Contestant No. 78..."
"It's my turn." Ling Lin took a deep breath and walked to the "shock" stage.
"Hey. He's a newcomer, haha. It seems I'm lucky." Opposite Ling Lin, a man appeared in his forties or fifties. At this time, he was looking at himself up and down, with a smile on his face, as if he had won this game.
The game was average.
Ling Lin said calmly: "Have you said enough? Let's start!"
Hearing Ling Lin's words, anger flashed in the eyes of the man opposite him. His tall body rushed out like a cheetah. He came to Ling Lin in just a few breaths and pushed him sideways with a palm.
"The blazing sun touches the clouds!"
Wow!
The air boiled instantly, and the fierce heat wave swept towards Ling Lin mercilessly.
"Open Heaven Fist!"
The name of the move is very powerful, but in fact it is just a very ordinary martial arts move, but in Ling Lin's hands, it also has huge power. Ling Lin does not need to be fancy at all, he directly uses the Kaitian Fist head-on, and blasts out straight,
Running through the heat wave and colliding with the palms of middle-aged people.
puff!
The middle-aged man felt a strong force attack his whole body, and he flew backwards involuntarily, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Kick, kick, kick..." The middle-aged man landed, kicked his feet on the ground, and took several steps back. In the end, he was still unable to use up the strong force on his body, and sat down on the ground. He looked at the people around him in disbelief.
Looking at the middle-aged man's face, he suddenly felt that his face was burning. At this moment, he really wanted to find a hole to crawl into. The words he had spoken so confidently before, as if they were easy to grasp, had a huge contrast with the scene at this time, like a slap in the face.
It was thrown in the face.
"puff."
The middle-aged man suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood and fainted happily.
"Who is this guy? He is so ferocious! He actually blew away the older generation of disciples in one go."
"He is so young!"
"It's so awesome. I wish I could be as awesome as him."
…
The crowd was talking a lot.
"I know, his name is Ling Lin." Someone suddenly said.
"Ling Lin? Is he the madman who crippled Bu Hong and broke Chu Xiao's arm and threw him out some time ago?!" Hearing the name Ling Lin, someone reacted instantly. After all, the turmoil that happened some time ago was really unbearable.
Xiao, many people remembered this name. But then they seemed to think of something and stopped talking.
"That's him." Li Chen looked at Ling Lin on the stage, with a rare trace of solemnity in his eyes, "This guy is really strong!" He was confident that although he could easily defeat the average peak martial artist, he still did
He was not as relaxed and free as Ling Lin, who knocked his opponent off the field with just a light punch.
Now, only Lu Hao can defeat this guy on his side. Turning his head, Li Chen looked at Lu Hao beside him, only to find that Lu Hao was also looking at the young figure on the stage.
"This guy finally met his opponent." Li Chen secretly thought in his heart. He knew that his elder brother would only behave like this when he really met his opponent. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't even bother to take a look.
.In Lu Hao's words, it ended up being blown away by his own punch anyway, so there's nothing good about it.
"How's it going? You've found your opponent this time. No problem?" Li Chen said to Lu Hao.
After thinking for a while, Lu Hao said slowly: "If he has this strength, he can be defeated within twenty moves. But this is definitely not his full strength. We will not know the details until we have a fight."
"That guy is too good. He was knocked away with just one punch. He didn't even show any of his strength." Li Chen complained as he looked at the middle-aged man who was unconscious and vomiting blood and was being carried away.
I wonder if this middle-aged man would faint again if he woke up and heard this sentence.
Ling Lin, who was standing on the stage, felt something in his heart, and his eyes instinctively glanced at Lu Hao and the others.
His eyes collided with those of Lu Hao and others. Looking at Chu Xiao among the others, Ling Lin suddenly understood. A smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his mouth moved slightly.