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

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

The disciples watching the battle below all looked surprised.

Lin Yun defeated the powerful Liang Wenbo in three moves without drawing his sword.

How strong is his strength?

A look of astonishment flashed in the referee on the ring's eyes, and he looked at Lin Yun and said, "Lin Yun? Why do I have no impression of you."

The referee's meaning is obviously that Lin Yun's strength should have emerged among the outer disciples.

But in his impression, among the outer disciples, I really don’t remember this person.

"I became an outer disciple two months ago. I was a sword slave who had been washing the sword pavilion."

Lin Yun is not afraid of his origin, he said truthfully.

The referee was even more surprised. He looked at Lin Yun several times and smiled and said, "No wonder, work hard, you may not be able to qualify in this sixth group. In this battle, Lin Yun won and scored a point.

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"Thank you."

After the referee declared Lin Yun's victory, he calmly jumped out of the ring and breathed a little relieved.

Something happened to the process of refining the demon pill.

It took two days to refine and absorb it, allowing him to successfully advance to the sixth level of martial arts.

At the same time, the fused evil spirit of the spotted tiger gave his momentum a little more sharp and oppressive force that ordinary people rarely have.

After he worked hard to arrive and figured out the rules, he finally found his own arena.

Almost, I gave up this round.

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

More than 2,000 outer disciples were assigned to ten groups, with about 200 people in each group, and the top eight were selected to enter the next round.

Only the top eighty people are qualified to compete for the quota of ten inner disciples.

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

There was no situation where it all came together.

I think this is the sect elders who intend to do so, and try not to encounter these masters in advance and eliminate them too early.

While the next game had not yet begun, Lin Yun began to observe some of the strong opponents in this group.

In the sixth group, if you say the strongest one, it must be Zhang Han.

Zhang Han has the ability to attack the top ten outside sects, not much weaker than Zhou Yun, and has the peak cultivation level of the sixth level of martial arts.

Apart from this, Lin Yun doesn't know much.

But he doesn't have to pay too much attention. He only needs to enter the top eight points to qualify. If he is lucky, he will not meet Zhang Han to draw lots.

"In the seventh group, Lin Yun plays against Hu Feng!"

Hearing the referee called his name, Lin Yun quickly ran towards the arena. He didn't want to let his opponent move three more times.

When the Big Geese Technique was used, Lin Yun jumped gently, and Lin Yun fell steadily 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 appearing on the stage, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Now that Lin Yun is in the outer sect, he can be said to have become famous. I don’t know that there are very few outer disciples.

From a 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 gathered his internal strength and rushed over.

He used his palm as his knife, and his internal strength condensed his palm, and a trace of cold light flashed through him.

Obviously, the other party is quite skilled in this palm technique and looks quite good.

Tiger Fist!

Stand firmly, bent your knees. Lin Yun jumped up and instantly fled when he gathered his momentum.

Bang!

The two were in the air and fought together.

Hu Feng groaned and was directly knocked off the arena by Lin Yun in the air.

"Lin Yun won!"

The referee was a little stunned and announced the result.

"It's Tiger Fist Again!"

"Why is this happening? Lin Yun doesn't plan to use a sword?"

"I really want to see Liufeng Sword Technique!"

The disciples off the field were very disappointed when they saw Lin Yun finish the battle with one punch.

After a moment of rest, it was Lin Yun's turn to appear again to welcome the third opponent.

The opponent's reputation is not obvious, and his cultivation is not yet reached the sixth level of martial arts.

If such an opponent did his best before refining the demon pill, Lin Yun would still be in trouble.

At present, he has successfully refined the demon pill and promoted to the sixth level of martial arts.

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

After almost meeting each other, you can easily crush the other person.

"Lin Yun won!"

"Lin Yun won!"

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"Lin Yun won!"

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

After all, there are only a few outer disciples who have practiced above the sixth level of martial arts.

In addition to his first opponent Liang Wenbo, Lin Yun responded, and there was a bit of a dangerous and unexpected surprise at the beginning.

Later, he won consecutive victories, from one punch to four or five punches.

The most important thing is that he only used the Tiger Fist in ten consecutive games, which is shocking.

When his thirteenth showdown began, Lin Yun finally ushered in a tough character.

Ma Kui!

He has the sixth level of martial arts, is proficient in the advanced martial arts Ziyun Fist, practices iron wall skills, and practices a body of copper and iron bones.

Among the seven groups, even Zhang Han, who is recognized as the number one, will have a headache when facing him.

Ma Kui has also won consecutive victories and failed, and has also swept his opponents.

His boxing skills are domineering and fierce, and he has a surprising body with his iron wall skills, and almost no one is willing to fight with him.

"It's so good now. I think Lin Yun must use a sword!"

"When facing Zhang Han, you dare not use a sword, that's asking for death."

"The two of them are winning streaks. No matter who wins in this game, one person will end with a winning streak."

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

After winning thirteen consecutive games, Lin Yun did not use his sword, which disappointed many disciples who watched the game.

Lin Yun has his own considerations, and Liufeng’s swordsmanship is his biggest trump card.

If you can hide your hands in the group stage, it will have the effect of a surprise in the knockout round.

In the group stage, if you can, don’t use it!

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

When everyone saw Lin Yun, they walked onto the arena with nothing.

All were dumbfounded!

"I'll go, I'm too despised Ma Kui, right?"

"Little Sword Slave, once you gain power, you are so arrogant. Brother Ma, let's cheer you on!"

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

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

A sword slave, after a bit of adventure, was so arrogant.
To be continued...