Chapter 1122: group matches

The fact that he can't use the weapon is beneficial to Lin Yun, after all, Lin Yun can't use it.
The main reason for not using magical artifacts is to test the disciple's own strength.
After the grand elder announced, the group stage officially began.
There are 5 people in each group, and each of them will play once with the players in the group. The winner gets one point, and the two with the highest points in the group can qualify.
If you qualify for the first place in the group, there will be an advantage in the next draw.
The fourth group arena.
Lin Yun was the first to fight Zhang Jian.
On the ring.
"Being beaten out of the ring is regarded as a failure, or one party voluntarily admits defeat and is regarded as a failure. The game will start now!" the referee said.
Each of the five group arenas has a deacon as the referee.
This circle is very big and it is enough to play.
After the referee announced the start, Lin Yun did not rush to do it.
"Zhang Jian, I really didn't expect that they would have drawn a group in the group stage, and the first game was to fight with you." Lin Yun looked at Zhang Jian with faint eyes.
"Lin Yun, what are you arrogant? You will only get into the top ten at best, and you will be promoted later. Some people can clean you up!" Zhang Jian said viciously.
"Whether someone will clean up me later, I don't know, but I know, the one being cleaned up now is you!"
After Lin Yun's voice fell, he waved the Scarlet Blood Sword in his hand and cut it directly at Zhang Jian.
Although Zhang Jian was a second-tier Nascent Soul, his practice time was short, and there was still a big gap compared to those old second-tier Nascent Soul disciples who practiced for a long time.
Zhang Jian shot a long spear like a poisonous snake and immediately responded.
clang!
After the weapon collided, Zhang Jian, who was directly hit by the powerful force, retreated again and again.
This was just an ordinary attack by Lin Yun, and Zhang Jian could hardly resist it.
"Shaking Fist!"
Zhang Jian knew he couldn't fight Lin Yun, so he immediately urged the big move.
The surging internal force surged in Zhang Jian's body.
The next moment, a huge golden fist shadow condensed in midair, and then crashed towards Lin Yun.
Zhang Jian joined the inner gate of the temple for more than three months, and his strength has also improved.
This move was a bit stronger than the power that was activated during the trial of the mountain.
"Pediatrics." Lin Yun smiled coldly.
"Xuanming sword technique second style, break it for me!"
Lin Yun directly urged his internal force, slashing towards the oncoming golden fist shadow.
Click!
Golden Fist Shadow was cut in half directly.
When Lin Yun was still a golden core, facing Zhang Jian's move, he was injured.
Although Zhang Jian's strength has improved to a certain extent, Lin Yun's improvement is much greater than his!
"Zhang Jian, take the move!"
After Lin Yun smashed Zhang Jian's big move, he directly put away the scarlet sword, hit the internal force on the fist, and then exploded the phantom illusion technique, rushed to Zhang Jian at an astonishing speed, and slammed his fist hard. Zhang Jian.
boom!
The fist fell on Zhang Jian's face, and when he hit him directly, he spouted a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew out of the ring.
"Want to end like this? Dreaming!"
Lin Yun continued to explode to welcome the Wandering Technique, bursting into full speed, and instantly rushed in the direction of Zhang Jian's backward flight, directly on his way to fly backward.
At this time, Zhang Jian just flew up to Lin Yun.
Lin Yun smashed his fist again and directly smashed Zhang Jian from the edge of the ring back into the ring.
"puff!"
Zhang Jian hit the middle of the ring, his face was smashed by his fist, his mother almost didn't recognize him.
The referees were a little dazed. Just now Zhang Jianming will fly out of the ring, and the game will be over.
As a result, Lin Yun rushed to stop Zhang Jian, preventing him from flying backwards, and slammed him back into the middle of the ring with his fists.
What is this operation?
"Lin Yun...what are you doing!"
Zhang Jian was lying on the ring, staring at Lin Yun venomously, with blood stains hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"I won't put you off the ring, I will beat you slowly, until you concede yourself!" A sneer smile appeared on the corner of Lin Yun's mouth.
Lin Yun really wanted to defeat him, and with all his strength, he would be able to fly him out of the ring with one move.
Lin Yun didn't do this, but slowly cleaned him up.
After the voice fell, Lin Yun once again hit the internal force in his fist, and slammed Zhang Jian fiercely.
Lin Yun controlled his power and would not kill him, so he would not violate the rules of the ring.
"boom!"
Lin Yun's fist reached him in no time, and once again accurately smashed Zhang Jian's face, smashing him into the air.
"Haha, Brother Yun did a great job!"
After seeing this scene, the white sharks in the audience applauded again and again, not to mention how relieved they were.
Other disciples also talked about it, saying that Lin Yun is really a ruthless person, and if he provokes him, it really didn't taste good.
On stage.
Lin Yun's fists screamed and attacked Zhang Jian again.
"I give up! I give up!" Zhang Jian yelled quickly.
When the referee heard this, he rushed to Zhang Jian and stopped Lin Yun who was attacking.
"In this game, Lin Yun won and got a little points!" the referee announced.
And that Zhang Jian's face was already swollen and not decent, his facial features were a bit deformed, and he was embarrassed and embarrassed.
In the judges' seat.
"This Lin Yun is really outrageous. It's just a competition and beat people like that." The second elder said gloomily.
Zhang Jian is his grand-nephew after all, and Zhang Jian is of course unhappy being beaten like this.
Of course, it is useless for him to complain, Lin Yun did not violate the rules of the game.
Next, the game continues.
In the group stage, each group will play ten games and each team will play four times.
Competitions in other groups are also in full swing.
When Lin Yun was not on the field, he was also observing other group matches.
Soon it was Lin Yun's turn again.
This time, it was another disciple of the second elder who was facing the second elder. The strength was Tier 2 Yuan Ying, and his combat power was stronger than Zhang Jian.
But when he met Lin Yun, he was still far behind.
Lin Yun was merciless and beaten again until the disciple was hammered to admit defeat.
Lin Yun successfully won two victories.
In the third game, Lin Yun confronted a disciple of the Great Elder. This person was named Tang Xinwen, the pinnacle of the second-order Yuan Ying.
"Tang Xinwen is the pinnacle of the second-order Nascent Soul, with a lot of means. This time Lin Yun may have encountered an opponent."
"Indeed, Tang Xinwen's Sixteen Domination Swords are so superb that they can rank in the forefront among all Tier 2 Yuan Ying disciples. If the Sixteen Domination is successfully connected, ordinary Tier 3 Yuan Ying disciples must temporarily avoid the edge. "
...
There was a discussion in the audience.
"Brother, come on! Brother, come on!"
The disciples under Elder Xiong's seat all cheered for Lin Yun.
On the ring.
"Lin Yun, I have heard about you a long time ago. Today, brother, let me see if you are so godly. Tang Xinwen will break your myth." Tang Xinwen held a sword in his hand, fighting spirit.
"Brother, let me know what to do." Lin Yun held his hand.
"Junior Brother, be careful!"
"Sixteen Tyrant Swords."
Tang Xinwen waved his war knife, and the war knife was instantly wrapped in flames.
immediately.
War knife out!