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

Three punches, just three punches, he defeated Liang Wenbo vigorously and neatly.

The disciples watching the battle below all looked surprised.

Lin Yun didn't even draw his sword and defeated the powerful Liang Wenbo in three moves.

How strong is he?

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

The referee obviously meant that with Lin Yun's strength, he should have risen to prominence among the outer disciples long ago.

But in his impression, he really didn't remember such a person among the outer disciples.

"I only became an outer disciple two months ago. Before that, I was a sword slave who had been working in the Sword Cleansing Pavilion."

Lin Yun did not shy away from his background and told the truth.

The referee was even more surprised now. He looked at Lin Yun several times and said with a smile: "That's no wonder. Work hard. You may not be able to qualify in this sixth group. In this battle, Lin Yun won and gained one point.

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"Thank you."

After the referee declared Lin Yun the winner, he calmly jumped off the ring and breathed a sigh of relief.

Something unexpected happened during the process of refining the demon pill.

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

At the same time, the combination of the evil spirit of the spotted tiger gave him an extra aura, an edge and pressure that ordinary people rarely have.

After he arrived hard and figured out the rules, he finally found his own arena.

I almost gave up this round.

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

More than 2,000 outer disciples were divided into ten groups, with about 200 people in each group. The top eight will advance to the next round.

Only the top eighty people are eligible to compete for the ten inner disciples.

Lin Yun made an observation and found that the strength of each group was relatively even, and the top disciples from the outer sect were evenly divided into each group.

There was no situation where they all got together.

I think this is the intention of the elders of the sect, trying not to let these masters encounter them in advance and eliminate them prematurely.

Before the next game started, Lin Yun began to observe some of the strong opponents in this group.

Among the sixth group, if we say the strongest one, it must be Zhang Han.

Zhang Han is a being who has the ability to attack the top ten in the outer sect. He is not much weaker than Zhou Yun, and he has the peak cultivation level of the sixth level of martial arts.

Apart from that, Lin Yun didn't know much.

But don’t worry too much, he only needs to be in the top eight in points to qualify. If he is lucky, he won’t be drawn against Zhang Han.

"Group 7, Lin Yun versus Hu Feng!"

When he heard the referee calling his name, Lin Yun quickly ran towards that ring. He didn't want to let his opponent get three more moves.

After performing the Wild Goose Jue, Lin Yun landed firmly on the ring with a slight jump of his body.

Hu Feng's strength is only at the fifth level of martial arts, which is much weaker than Liang Wenbo just now.

When he saw Lin Yun coming on stage, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.

Nowadays, Lin Yun can be said to be very famous in the outer sect, but I don't know that he has very few outer sect disciples.

From being a humble sword slave to defeating Chen Xiao with one punch, this experience can be called a miracle.

When the referee announced the start, Hu Feng gritted his teeth and gathered all his energy to rush over.

He used his palm as a sword, and concentrated his inner strength on his palm, and it looked like a cold light flashed through it.

Obviously, the other party is quite proficient in this palm technique and it looks impressive.

Tiger punch!

Standing still, he bent his knees. Lin Yun jumped up, gathered momentum, and punched instantly.

Bang!

The two were in the air, fighting together.

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

"Lin Yun wins!"

The referee was stunned for a moment and announced the result.

"Tiger Fist again!"

"How could this happen? Lin Yun doesn't plan to use the sword anymore?"

"I really want to see Liufeng Swordsmanship!"

The disciples in the audience were greatly disappointed when they saw Lin Yun end the fight with one punch.

After a short break, it was Lin Yun's turn again

Enter the stage to meet the third opponent.

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

Before refining the demon pill, Lin Yun would still be in some trouble if such an opponent tried his best.

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

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

Almost immediately after meeting each other, he easily crushed the opponent.

"Lin Yun wins!"

"Lin Yun wins!"

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"Lin Yun wins!"

Three consecutive victories, four consecutive victories, five consecutive victories, six consecutive victories... Lin Yun soon reached an astonishing ten consecutive victories!

After all, there are only a few outer disciples whose cultivation exceeds the sixth level of martial arts.

Except for his first opponent Liang Wenbo, Lin Yun faced some dangerous surprises at first.

From then on, he won consecutively, with as few as one punch and as many as four or five punches.

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

When his thirteenth duel began, Lin Yun finally ushered in a ruthless character.

Ma Kui!

He has reached the sixth level of martial arts, is proficient in the advanced martial arts Ziyun Fist, practices the Iron Wall Kung Fu, and has developed a body of copper skin and iron bones.

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

Along the way, Ma Kui also had a winning streak without losing, and also swept his opponents.

His boxing skills are domineering and fierce, and his iron wall skills have made him an amazing body. Almost no one is willing to fight with him.

"It looks good now. I think this Lin Yun must use a sword!"

"If you dare not use your sword when facing Zhang Han, you are courting death."

"Both of them have winning streaks. No matter who wins this game, one person's winning streak will end."

"I heard that winning streak is like doubling points, and the impact is still huge."

After winning thirteen games in a row, Lin Yun didn't even use his sword, which disappointed many of the disciples watching the battle.

Lin Yun has his own considerations. Liufeng's mastery of swordsmanship is his biggest trump card.

If you can hide a move in the group stage, it will be a surprise in the knockout rounds.

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

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

When everyone saw Lin Yun walking onto the ring with empty hands.

Everyone was dumbfounded!

"I'll go. Isn't this looking down on Ma Kui too much?"

"This little sword slave is so rampant once he gains power. Brother Ma, let's cheer for you!"

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

On the ring, Ma Kui frowned slightly and looked a little ugly. Zhang Han didn't dare to look down on him like that.
To be continued...