The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 33: The opponent is Zhou Yun

Lin Yun's abstention caused quite a storm.

The battle between him and Zhang Han was supposed to be the most exciting matchup of the six groups, plus the previous "deception" incident.

Many outside disciples noticed the existence of the six groups of Lin Yun.

For such a long-anticipated battle, to abstain from voting this way naturally caused some criticism.

However, in the mid-year event in full swing, the storm passed quickly.

After all, everyone has their own battles, and each group has wonderful battles. The hot event has continued.

Next, Lin Yun will fight three games.

The results were without exception. After seeing Lin Yun, he actively chose to abstain from voting to save his strength.

"Congratulations, according to the extra points you have added to your previous winning streak, you have already qualified in advance, so you don't need to fight."

After winning the seventeenth match, the referee said to Lin Yun.

There is no need to fight for the remaining 13 duels, which is a good thing.

Lin Yun completely idled, and began to wander between the various groups to learn about his opponents in the next round in advance.

After watching the battle, he learned a lot about the entire outer door.

Each team has strong players, and there are many of them, and even he feels jealous.

The reason is that he has too little time to join the outside door.

The cultivation base can't keep up. The top three in each group are almost all martial arts seven-fold cultivation bases, and maybe they have hidden cards like him.

Think about it now, he is hiding the hole cards of Liufeng Swordsmanship, Zhang Han may not have no hole cards.

"My hole cards are still too few."

After watching the battle several times, Lin Yun came to a conclusion.

With his current strength, I am afraid that he is not sure of winning, he will definitely become an inner disciple.

One is that the cultivation base is too low, and the other is that the hole cards are not enough.

Neither of the two reasons can be achieved in a short while. It takes time to settle.

Those strong players like Zhang Han and Wang Ning have been in the outer door for at least two to three years.

Being able to join Outer Sect, in just two months, I achieved the current results.

In Qingyun Sect, Lin Yun can be regarded as a miracle.

Especially since he was the lowest-level sword slave before him, it was even more incredible.

But just like this, it's not enough, Lin Yun fell into thought.

When the sunset shines and night comes.

The entire group stage is over.

Eighty people who are qualified to compete for inner disciples have all been selected and stood under the high platform.

After the suzerain and a group of elders have finished encouraging.

The lower forty people began to draw lots one by one.

Lin Yun was ranked in the bottom forty because he abstained from voting and his cultivation was not prominent among the eighty people.

According to Zongmen's practice, those who go up to the lottery will definitely be very nervous.

If someone wins the No. 1 beard frontman in the outer door, they will probably be stupid on the spot.

"Congratulations, Wang Lang, the No. 1 outer disciple Hu Feng was drawn!"

Lin Yunzheng thought like this, on the high platform, the elder read out the person who was drawn.

Slosh!

I saw that the man's face was instantly pale, he staggered a few steps, and almost fell.

There are four rounds in the knockout rounds, and you will be out if you lose one.

No matter how strong someone is drawn, they still have a chance to win. Drawing a bearded forward is almost equivalent to failing.

The horror cultivation base of the eight layers of martial arts is completely an insurmountable gap.

The other disciples who did not go to the stage to draw the lottery were obviously relieved, and smiled at the hapless person.

"Thank you elder."

Wang Lang walked down in a muddle-headed manner, looking distressed, all his hard work this year was wasted.

If you want to become an inner disciple, you can only wait for next year.

"Lin Yun, come up and draw lots."

The elder on the stage called himself, Lin Yun quickly stepped forward and came to the lottery box.

I saw the outer disciples who were the first to exit the stage, standing neatly in line.

A hundred meters behind, there are more than two thousand outside disciples who have not qualified.

Being able to stand on this stage and attract attention is actually already a privilege.

He handed the lottery he pulled out to the elder, and Lin Yun waited quietly.

After the elder finished reading, his face turned a little weird, and he paused for a while and said: "Congratulations, Lin Yun, you got the fifth outer disciple, Zhou Yun!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole scene suddenly became noisy.

"No way, such a coincidence?"

"Tsk tusk, what luck is this sword slave? Zhou Yun was drawn in the first round of the knockout round."

"If I remember correctly, he was humiliated by Zhou Yun in the organ hall at the beginning, but he said he would challenge him in two months."

"This can be regarded as benevolent, hahaha, now I see how he abstains, but he can't abstain in the knockouts."

No one thought that Lin Yunshen would get his dead opponent Zhou Yun with one hand.

Zhang Han, who was not far from Zhou Yun, chuckled softly: "Senior Brother Zhou, I didn't expect you to be drawn by this sword slave. I heard that you spent a lot of time with him?"

"It doesn't matter, no matter what feast this sword slave had with me before, it can't be changed, and I will be beaten back to the original result."

Zhou Yun said lightly without changing his face.

"Hehe, this is unlucky, Ma Kui, who was kneeling before, said the same."

Zhang Han didn't think the excitement was too big, and continued to tease.

Shoo!

As soon as the voice fell, I saw a cold gaze shooting at me.

However, Zhou Yun's expression sank and stared at him.

After a while, under tremendous pressure, the mountain slammed down Zhang Han like a tsunami.

So strong!

This guy, I am afraid that there is only a thin line from the martial arts eightfold.

"You compare me with Ma Kui as a trash? Are you laughing at my inadequate strength, or sarcastic that I will kneel down?"

Zhou Yun said coldly.

Zhang Han chuckled and quickly said: "Don't dare not, Brother Zhou is serious."

"Then tell me less, hum!"

Zhou Yun snorted coldly, not saying much.

The outer disciples not far away all felt Zhou Yun's killing intent, and even Huo Feng, who was standing at the top, looked over curiously.

Seeing Zhou Yun's powerful strength, these people looked at Lin Yun on the stage and shook their heads slightly.

Lin Yun held the lottery, somewhat unexpected.

However, he has a good mentality. What should come is always coming, so he can do his best.

Whoever wins, maybe!

Shoo!

At the moment when he raised his head, Lin Yun's line of sight happened to be right with Zhou Yun below.

The two are competing against each other.

Before fighting, there was a fierce confrontation, which made the disciples feel a tense atmosphere.

"Little Sword Slave!"

A ray of anger surged from Zhou Yun's heart, this sword slave was really arrogant, and he even provoked himself on the spot.

The challenge originally two months ago, he only regarded it as a joke.

If it wasn't for Su Ziyao on ~IndoMTL.com~, he could easily destroy Lin Yun.

Unexpectedly, two months later, the opponent would actually go up and down in front of the sect and draw himself in the knockout round.

In front of thousands of people from the sect, Lin Yun's condescending gaze made him feel uncomfortable.

"Well, you can go down."

Elder Zongmen on the side, seeing the two secretly gaining momentum, neither of them would accept defeat. The situation was a bit bad, and the momentum confrontation was interrupted quickly.

Lin Yun knew in his heart that there was no way to be good in this battle.

If you lose, it may be more than just elimination.

After all the draws were drawn, the elder Zongmen said: "Okay, the draw is over. Today's group match, everyone can play for one day, and they are all tired. Some people even suffered serious injuries and couldn't manage it in a short time. After recovering, Zongmen decided to start the elimination round in fifteen days. I hope everyone will cultivate enough energy to participate in the battle in peak state and leave no regrets."

Fifteen days?

Lin Yun was taken aback for a moment. It should have only been a five-day break. This time there was an accident.

I don't know who was seriously injured, but it was ten days longer.

In this way, it gave him some opportunities.

After returning to the wooden house, Lin Yun began to think about countermeasures against the enemy.

In the group stage, Zhou Yun didn't show much of his skills and couldn't see the depth.

It can only be judged that the cultivation base is only a thin line away from the martial arts eightfold.

He had entered the sixfold realm of martial arts for the first time, facing the sevenfold martial arts, it was already difficult enough.

Facing Zhou Yun, who is almost eightfold in martial arts, I am afraid that the pressure will be even greater.

The imposing pressure brought by the realm is as heavy as the next day, the impossibility is suppressed, and it may be impossible to move.

Even if there is a great swordsmanship, I am afraid that there is no perfect chance of winning.

"No, I must have another hole card to compete with him."

In the end, Lin Yun immediately thought of the innate martial skills in his hand, Dragon Tiger Boxing.