Wudong: I, inward cultivation, made Lin Dong cry

At this moment, the gigantic peak was already densely packed with people. Lin Yun's gaze swept across, and he saw the place prepared for him to sit not far away.

Beside his seat, there were two other seats.

Two men were already seated there.

Just as he was observing the two men, Qin Tian led a man towards him.

"Brother Lin Yun, long time no see!"

Seeing that it was Qin Tian, Lin Yun's face also revealed a faint smile as he said, "Long time no see!"

"This is Qin Fen, and this is the famous Little Thunder King - Lin Yun."

Qin Tian introduced the two, and they nodded slightly at each other, revealing a smile.

"I saw Brother Lin Yun observing the two people over there just now. Those two are the other two among the Three Little Kings."

"The one on the right is 'Little Spirit King' Ling Zhen."

"The one on the left is the leader of the Three Kings, 'Little Origin King' Yuan Cang."

Hearing Qin Tian's introduction, Lin Yun nodded slightly, which was similar to his guess.

Just as the two were conversing.

"Dong!"

The grand bell at the summit once again emitted a loud sound.

A figure appeared in the air. This person was dressed in a black robe, with white hair, and did not emit any aura. If he were not suspended in the sky at this moment, no one would have thought that he was a powerful expert with terrifying strength.

"This is the Great Elder of my Yuan Gate, Lu Feng! The three Sect Leaders generally do not appear, and the major affairs of the Yuan Gate are basically presided over by Elder Lu." Qin Tian looked at the old man in the sky and introduced him.

Lin Yun nodded slightly. This person was introduced in the original novel and his strength was extremely terrifying.

When this person appeared, all the leaders of the Eight Divisions had already taken their seats, and among the Three Little Kings, only Lin Yun had not yet taken his seat.

"Brother Lin Yun, you should go first, the annual competition is about to begin." Qin Tian said.

Lin Yun nodded slightly and headed towards the empty seat.

When he sat down, countless gazes converged on him.

What did this person, who had just entered the Yuan Gate and taken the position of Little Thunder King, look like?

"Is that person the newly promoted Little Thunder King?"

"Sitting in that position, it should be. It seems that this battle of the Three Little Kings will be interesting this time."

Ling Zhen, sitting next to him, looked towards Lin Yun.

His eyes were filled with intense hostility.

Lin Yun was currently ranked third. If he wanted to obtain better resources, he would have to defeat him.

"I hope you don't encounter me, otherwise I will definitely end your myth in the Yuan Gate." Ling Zhen had a cold expression.

Yuan Cang, on the other hand, smiled slightly, not caring at all.

While everyone was discussing, the old man in the sky slowly spoke.

"The rules of the Yuan Gate are that only the strong can obtain more resources, win more resources, and the defeated will be eliminated!"

"But death is not allowed, otherwise the rules of the sect will be enforced!"

The old man's voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout this world, and finally echoed over these several giant peaks.

"The annual competition begins!"

As Lu Feng's voice fell from the sky, the top of the mountain suddenly boiled again. Many disciples flipped their palms, and a token appeared, and then a dense crowd of people rushed out, landing on the hundreds of platforms on the top of the mountain.

Except for the Three Little Kings and the Eight Spirit Generals, everyone else needed to go through regular battles to stabilize their current ranking.

Only those who win the regular battles can participate in the subsequent challenge.

Half a day passed quietly, and the sun in the sky had reached its hottest point.

The regular battles of the Yuan Gate had also ended.

Next was the most intense elimination round.

In this elimination round, the Eight Spirit Generals must also participate.

Only by winning to the end can they maintain their current ranking.

Two days later, the competition of the Eight Spirit Generals had also ended.

It was still those eight people, without any change.

After the Eight Spirit Generals finished, it was the battle of the Three Little Kings.

This duel will determine the resource allocation of the three.

"The first match, 'Little Thunder King' Lin Yun versus 'Little Spirit King' Ling Zhen!" The old man's voice in the sky slowly reached everyone's ears.

As the voice fell, the entire audience suddenly boiled over.

This battle, which had been waited for more than two days, had finally arrived.

The battle of the Three Little Kings was also the most exciting battle in the annual competition.

These three were the three most powerful geniuses of the younger generation in the Yuan Gate.

Their ranking determined the reallocation of resources.

"The Yuan Gate's Three Little Kings' internal strife determines the allocation of resources, and also determines the inclination of the Eight Divisions' resources. No wonder Chen You is so focused on it."

"One division is a confidant of Ren Yuanzi. It turns out that he wants to rely on me to change the resources they can use."

Thinking of this, Lin Yun smiled slightly.

This did not violate his purpose, so he was happy to help.

Lin Yun's figure flashed slightly and appeared on the wide battle stage that was the focus of everyone's attention.

A task also appeared in his mind.

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[Task: Defeat Little Spirit King. Reward: A bottle of Heaven-Rank Ninth-Grade Divine Origin Pill.]

Ling Zhen raised his head with a gloomy gaze: "I will let you know what a gap is!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes turned to Lin Yun.

Lin Yun smiled slightly and said, "I don't think you have the qualifications!"

Ling Zhen's gaze darkened again.

"The competition begins!"

The old man floating in the air spoke again.

The energy on Ling Zhen's body suddenly erupted, with intense coldness in his eyes.

"Spirit Emperor Canon!"

As the voice fell, extremely powerful Yuan Power fluctuations burst out in the sky.

Behind Ling Zhen, a powerful energy appeared, condensing a huge finger shadow in the sky. This finger shadow seemed to be substantial, carrying the aura of annihilation.

"Spirit Vein Tribulation Finger!"

The giant finger suppressed Lin Yun.

Lin Yun's expression was calm, and he gently pointed his finger.

"Thunder Emperor Canon!"

"World-Destroying Spear!"

A terrifying silver-blue giant spear burst out in the sky, with endless violent destructive power in the giant spear.

This World-Destroying Spear was completely different from the one Lei Qian used before. Lei Qian's World-Destroying Spear only had violence and explosiveness, but it didn't have such terrifying destructive power.

"Get down!"

Lin Yun shouted in a low voice, waved his finger, and the World-Destroying Spear locked onto Ling Zhen, and then burst out violently with endless destructive power.

"Boom!"

The giant finger collided with the silver-blue spear.

Everything seemed to be silent.

After a short time, a huge explosion sounded.

The silver-blue spear directly crushed the giant finger.

Seeing this scene, Ling Zhen's eyes were filled with extreme disbelief.

"How is it possible? Why is his World-Destroying Spear so strong?"

Then he quickly shouted in a low voice.

"Spirit Emperor Palace - Spirit Emperor Transformation!"

A terrifying phantom appeared behind him, quickly wrapping him up.

However, the World-Destroying Spear directly blasted the phantom without any hindrance.

"Boom!"

Ling Zhen's body was instantly blasted into the ground.

"Pfft!" A large mouthful of blood spurted out.

Ling Zhen's body swayed and fell to the ground.