Sword Dao Alchemy

As soon as Lin Yun said this, people started booing again.

"Bah! It's not even worth five million if I sell you!"

"That's right! Who do you think you are? The senior brothers from the inner sect will be bribed by you. They are the heroes of our Yuanwuzong. How can they value your dirty money..."

"Just wait, someone will come to beat you soon..."

…

Suddenly, the wind direction turned again.

Because not everyone is confused, there is always a discerning eye who can see that Zhou Neng's failure just now was indeed due to his own weakness.

He had no ability to parry in front of Lin Yun.

The reason why I didn't take action was just to watch indifferently or to compare myself more and be more cautious.

But Lin Yun's ridicule that there was no one in the Yuanwu Sect's inner sect aroused their anger, so someone else rushed forward.

"I'm Ding Yijian! He's on the elite reserve list!"

What came up was a somewhat vulgar-looking guy, with a hunched back and bow-shaped legs, and a head of yellow hair that set off his sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks. It was really hard to describe.

The elite preliminary list is basically self-proclaimed by boring people, meaning people who hope to enter the elite list.

Lin Yun could only sneer.

Elite prep list?

Yang Yifan, who was on the so-called elite list, was still a two-star player, but I killed him instantly.

You, a one star on the reserve list, have no right to make such a noise.

But he didn't want to say anything to this guy at all, and just kicked him out.

Ding Yijian was obviously better prepared and stronger than the overlord Zhou Neng.

Seeing Lin Yun kicking over, he took action immediately.

His strength is the shield dagger.

Use your shield to block, then sneak attack with your short sword.

He planned everything well.

But the only thing he couldn't plan was Lin Yun's strength.

Lin Yun was too fast. He had just blocked the shield and had only half drawn the dagger.

Lin Yun kicked his shield.

"boom!"

Ding Yijian was kicked off the ring with his shield and he vomited blood and suffered internal injuries.

The defeat was worse than that of the little bully Zhou Neng.

Another move failed to survive.

It seems that this boy named Lin Yun is really strong.

People's hearts are filled with fear.

I know that the reason why Lin Yun set up such an arena is that he is indeed powerful.

The master of Guiyuan Pavilion also arranged for people to continuously pass on the news of Lin Yun's battle, mainly to face the elders in the sect.

And there are elders in gold and above like elders in white like Elder Wu.

Above the elders in white are the sect master, the protector, and the master of the Sutra Pavilion. There are only three of them.

The more amazing Lin Yun's performance is, the more these elders will take him seriously and take Lin Yun under their tutelage.

At this time, Lin Yun looked at the audience with disdain and decided to improve it and give them some hope, otherwise, the scene would be too cold.

"The one-star Martial Yuan Realm looks like this!"

"There's no point in torturing them like this."

“It’s better than this!

"You can put it together in advance and discuss the tactics!"

"

Lin Yun's disdainful words made everyone present at the one-star Wuyuan realm feel so angry that their chests were about to explode.

This is simply too bullying. Who do you think we are?

After being angry, they were very honest in their hearts and quickly found their best partner to win.

In a group of three, regardless of victory or defeat, there is no problem in blocking at least two moves.

There are also five thousand taels like that. If you are lucky enough to catch three moves, it will be fifty thousand taels. This is not a small amount.

Soon, a well-organized team came up to challenge.

"The three of us will get fifty thousand taels!"

The three guys came up and formed a turtle formation, intending to defend with all their strength.

"Ha! What stimulation did the three of you have to do to form a turtle formation?" Lin Yun laughed.

"You don't care what formation we have! As long as we can make money!"

"That's it, you have to take action quickly, otherwise, if we make a few moves on our own, it will be overkill."

The three guys showed no signs of weakness and fought Lin Yun back.

"For your sake! I'd better send you home to see if you really want to be a turtle!"

Lin Yun smiled and cursed, he had already risen from the ground and flew directly behind the three guys, his speed was really extremely fast.

The three guys were a little confused and had no time to turn the turtle's butt away. Lin Yun's legs swept over.

"Bang bang bang!"

Every guy got kicked in the butt, rolled out, and rolled right into the ring.

The turtle formation also failed.

Afterwards, several more groups came into battle.

But without exception, they were all knocked off the stage by Lin Yun within one move, without any ability to survive.

One-star Martial Yuan realm posed no threat to Lin Yun at all.

At least in the Yuan Wuzong, Lin Yun was already invincible among his peers.

"No! They're all wine sacks and rice sacks! Can you get a few that are useful?"

"If not, then you will embarrass Yuan Wuzong."

Lin Yun scolded and became angry, making the disciples of Deyuan Wuzong blush.

The one-star Martial Yuan realm was completely unable to hold his head up in front of Lin Yun.

If there is something useful, then it can only be found among the elite disciples of the two-star Wuyuan realm, that is, the sect.

Lin Yun's provocative behavior made the elite disciples of Yuanwuzong feel uneasy.

They are the faces of the second-star disciples of Yuanwuzong.

As for the core disciples, there were only a few, and they were all with the strength of three stars in Wuyuan Realm, and were not within the scope of Lin Yun's challenge.

"Senior Brother Duan! Do we want to take action?"

The guys following Duan Zhengrong asked quietly.

They were also elite disciples, but Duan Zhengrong ranked second among the elite disciples, and they were outside the top ten.

"Who of you will go up and try this kid's water first." Duan Zhengrong said.

He couldn't take action easily, and he had to be foolproof in everything he did, and he must never lose face.

"I'll go!"

A guy next to him volunteered.

But before he started, someone else got there first.

"Boy! You're too arrogant, watch me knock you down..."

A guy had already jumped onto the ring.

"It's Yang Yifeng! I heard that his brother Yang Yifan disappeared recently, so he didn't go to look for him, but came to fight."

"What do you know? The competition between them was fierce, and if one of them disappeared, wouldn't it help the other?" Duan Zhengrong said coldly.

"Brother, you're right. One of them ranks tenth, and the other ranks ninth. The younger brother ranks one place higher than the older brother. How can they not hate him?"

"It doesn't matter whether they hate him or not. Now, it depends on the quality of Yang Yifeng, the touchstone..." Duan Zhengrong said quietly, looking at the arena.

"If Yang Yifeng can make 50,000 taels from this kid, then we will have a much better chance. 500,000 taels is enough to buy a good Wu Yuan Bing..."

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