When Lin Yun arrived at the square, the dark crowd blocked the square.
The sounds of calling friends, yelling and cursing, loud and large, talking about competition matters, who is the strong person in that square, all kinds of sounds, making the square look like a vegetable market.
Lin Yun passed through the crowded crowd and arrived at Competition Area No. 2, where many people had already gathered.
In Competition Area No. 2, a total of 5,000 people compete here. Twenty competition stages have been set up here. Specialists draw lots to determine their opponents. The winner will be promoted, while the loser can only become a spectator.
Soon, the people in the square had dispersed to various competition areas.
"Cough cough cough."
As a cough sounded, the scene fell silent for an instant.
I saw an old man standing on a high platform, with eleven chairs lined up behind him.
"Dear outer disciples, Qingyun Sect's annual outer sect competition is about to begin. During this year, I am very happy to see the progress of countless disciples. This is not only a matter of joy for you, but also for the sect. For the sect, this is something to be happy about, because you are the cornerstone of the entire sect, and only with you can we create a better future for the Qingyun Sect."
“Okay~~”
After the old man finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers.
The old man pressed his hands weakly.
"Let us welcome the sect master and the masters of the ten peaks."
Immediately, eleven people appeared on the chairs on the high platform.
"Greetings to the sect master, and to all the peak masters."
"Okay, everyone is free of charge!"
A middle-aged man sitting at the front spoke calmly.
"At the same time, we also welcome all the sect leaders and family heads who came to watch the ceremony."
At this time, dozens of people were sitting on the left side of the high platform.
They also stood up and saluted to the high platform, and the sect master and peak master of Qingyun Sect also stood up and returned the salute.
"Sect Master, can we start?"
The old man asked.
"Yeah, okay."
"Okay, I announce that the Qingyun Sect Grand Competition has just begun!"
When~
With the sound of a gong, the Qingyun Sect's Grand Competition was about to begin.
At this time, referees have appeared on each competition stage and will decide the outcome of the competition.
Immediately, the drawing of lots began.
Two boxes, with two people drawing them separately, can compete with forty people at once.
Soon, the numbers of the forty people were read out, and everyone jumped onto their own competition stage. After saluting their opponents, the competition began.
Lin Yun watched it very carefully. He had to pay attention to analysis so that he could have a way to deal with it in the future games.
In less than a cup of tea, twenty contestants entered the stage to determine the winner. Some people fell out of the stage, some admitted defeat, and some fainted and were declared failed by the referee.
Soon, twenty more people were called to the stage, and the competition continued.
"No. 12753 versus No. 14955, Arena No. 11."
While Lin Yun was observing, he heard his number being called.
Lin Yun did not hesitate and immediately jumped onto the competition stage No. 11.
As soon as Lin Yun came on stage, there was an explosion below.
"Damn it, Wang Siming is so lucky to meet this trash."
"That's it, a victory for nothing!"
"Well, luck is also part of being a warrior."
Amid everyone's discussion, a man with arrogant eyes slowly stepped onto the competition stage.
As the referee calls out the start, the contest can begin.
"Boy, I won't bully you. Just jump down by yourself. I won't embarrass you. Of course, you can also shout to admit defeat."
The man said slowly to Lin Yun.
Lin Yun smiled faintly.
He activated the Feixian Step and reached the man's side in a few steps. He punched the man in the stomach instantly without even using spiritual energy. It was just physical power.
The man arched his body like a prawn, flew out of the competition arena in an instant, landed heavily, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.
"My strength is not that great, but I talk a lot. Referee, can you make an announcement?"
"Lin Yun, win."
The referee declared Lin Yun the winner at this time.
"I, I read that right, instant kill."
"Wang Siming is too useless!"
"No, no, I think he was careless."
"Maybe it was that kid who made a sneak attack."
"Well, be careful when you confront him."
However, some people with high cultivation levels saw something different. The instant burst of speed, unparalleled power, and Lin Yun's spiritual energy that had not yet burst out made them a little uneasy.
Lin Yun stepped down from the stage, found a random place, and continued to watch the competition.
The competition went very quickly. In less than half a day, there were only 2,500 people left from the 5,000 people. Since only the top ten in each region could participate in the final competition, the second round of the competition was a bit uneven. It was fierce, with situations in which both sides suffered constant losses, and the winning side had to withdraw from the competition because of serious injuries.
"No. 12753 vs. No. 14269."
As the lottery operator read out his name, Lin Yun stood up and rushed to the competition stage with a sprint.
"It's that trash again."
"It will be unlucky for him to meet Xu Tao this time."
"Just relying on sneak attacks, Xu Tao's fast sword showed him what fast means."
A man with a sword on his back walked onto the competition stage. Without saying a word, he slowly drew out his sword.
"The competition begins."
As soon as the referee finished speaking, the man opposite Lin Yun rushed over like a gust of wind. With a flash of sword light, the tip of the sword was already in front of Lin Yun's eyes.
laugh.
A soft sound.
People and swords stopped.
"It's over? That loser is dead?"
"What are you talking about? The referee won't stop it. I guess that loser must have scratched his skin."
"It should be, what, that, that is!"
Just when everyone thought Lin Yun should be defeated, the scene on the field calmed them down.
Lin Yun's two fingers tightly clamped the stabbing sword, and no matter how hard the man tried, he couldn't thrust in even half an inch.
At this time, he should immediately give up the sword and retreat. But for a swordsman to give up the sword, that is to give up everything. When the man hesitated, Lin Yun did not hesitate and struck out with a palm. In an instant, the man was knocked out of the competition. Taiwan and lost the game.
"Lin Yun, win."
With the referee's announcement, Lin Yun won again.
"I understand. Is this kid pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger? He deliberately pretends to be a loser so that everyone can relax their guard and win easily."
"Don't tell me, it's really possible."
"Be careful when you meet him, don't capsize in the gutter."
"That's a good point."
"Have you noticed that he seems to have been fighting with physical strength?"
"You mean..."
Lin Yun ignored it. He was still watching the game. Two hours later, the second round of competition ended. There were 2,500 people, and only less than 1,000 people were left to enter the third round. Tomorrow's competition will be even more intense.
Lin Yun glanced at other areas and saw that the competition had been completed. Lin Yun knew that there were still many people like him there who were conserving their strength just for the final battle.
