You have a good chance, I accept it.

When they arrived at the main hall, it was already crowded with people, and countless inner disciples were pouring into the hall.

They were all looking forward to the so-called mysterious tenth elder, and what was even more shocking was the strength of the tenth elder.

As everyone knows, there are only two Jindan-stage masters in Qingyun Sect, one is the sect master, and the other is the great ancestor.

However, neither of them accepted disciples, and at this time, a Jindan-stage cultivator suddenly appeared to accept disciples, which made them extremely excited.

"I heard that the tenth elder seems to be a female cultivator, I don't know if it's true or not."

"No matter whether he is a woman or a man, as long as he can worship under the tenth elder, it is simply a blessing to cultivate for ten lifetimes."

At this time, five sword lights came from the horizon, and five direct disciples arrived one after another.

Seeing the appearance of the direct disciples, many inner disciples frowned, pretending to be you.

At this time, a terrifying breath came from above the main hall, and an old figure appeared above the main hall.

"It's the ninth elder."

At this time, a disciple whispered.

The Ninth Elder is the ninth elder of the inner sect of Qingyun Sect, and possesses the terrifying strength of the late foundation building period.

"Everyone, now is the inner sect competition held every three years, and the arena is set up outside the main hall."

"The rules this time are the same as before, with a free-for-all, and the ten people left on the arena are the top ten of this competition."

"The top ten will have different rewards, and the top ten will draw lots to fight each other until the first place is determined."

At this time, the Ninth Elder began to announce the rules of the competition.

After hearing the rules, the disciples below were in an uproar. The rules this time seemed different from the past.

"Everyone, the arena has risen, please enter the arena, remember, don't kill."

After the Ninth Elder Zhang finished speaking, the ground began to shake, and outside the main hall, an extremely huge arena slowly rose.

The first to step onto the arena were the five true disciples, and the floating figures of the five true disciples were like exiled immortals.

In the back, the figures of the inner sect disciples began to jump onto the arena, and Ye Lin also climbed onto the arena in a pretentious manner.

"This time, the five true disciples are all in the foundation-building stage, and there are three foundation-building brothers in the inner sect, which means that there are only two places for us."

"I must be one of these two places."

On the stage, some disciples said that as long as they can get into the top ten, they will get rich sect rewards. Even if it costs a little, they have to get in.

"I declare that the competition begins."

After everyone stood on the stage, the ninth elder shouted, and then the inner disciples around started to fight.

The five true disciples in the center stood still in place. They didn't even bother to fight. I guess there was no one in the inner sect who dared to provoke them.

"What? You haven't dealt with that guy yet? Can you do it?"

In the center of the stage, a chubby disciple looked at Ye Lin standing still in the distance and teased Lin Zisheng on the side.

"My business doesn't need you to interfere."

Lin Zisheng snorted coldly when he heard it.

"Junior brother, go down."

At this time, a loud shout came from beside Ye Lin, and a disciple came towards his shoulder with a long sword in his hand.

Ye Lin took a step back to avoid the long sword, and slapped the disciple in front of him and flew down, falling under the ring.

At the same time, an old man with a fairy-like appearance and a beautiful woman in white palace clothes stood in the sky.

"Junior sister, how about it? Do you have a favorite disciple?"

At this time, the old man on the side said to the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman shook her head lightly, and seeing this, the old man sighed.

However, on the ring below, the battle at this time has entered a white-hot stage, and various disciples are fighting to the death.

During this period, Ye Lin basically did not make any moves, but he was always able to avoid various attacks from others, which made other disciples puzzled.

As time passed, the number of disciples standing on the ring became fewer and fewer, and at this time, there were already eleven left on the ring.

"Junior brother, my name is Wang Hu. Go down. I will reward you generously after the task is completed."

At this time, a burly man looked at the people in front of him, and then turned his attention to Ye Lin again.

"Is this... treating me as a soft persimmon?"

Seeing this, Ye Lin muttered to himself.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry I can't obey your order."

"In that case, junior brother, you better be careful."

After Wang Hu finished speaking, a layer of purple light appeared on his right fist, and he punched Ye Lin in the chest.

"Junior brother, you better be careful, this is a yellow-level top-grade thunder fist."

Wang Hu laughed.

Seeing this, Ye Lin shook his head. Although the punch in front of him was majestic, in his eyes, it was no different from a child's punch.

In order to prevent Lin Zisheng from noticing something wrong, Ye Lin turned slightly and avoided Wang Hu's fist.

Then he grabbed Wang Hu's shoulder and pushed forward.

Tat tat tat.

Wang Hu's face was filled with horror. He kept backing away until he reached the edge of the ring, his eyes filled with shock.

"Thank you, Junior Brother, for showing mercy."

Wang Hu clasped his fists towards Ye Lin, then turned and jumped off the ring.

"What is this person's cultivation level? Wang Hu has been at the ninth level of Qi training for three years. There are no more than five people in the entire inner sect who can fight Wang Hu head-on at the ninth level of Qi training."

"This Junior Brother's aura was not obvious just now, so I couldn't see his cultivation level clearly. I guess he is at the ninth level of Qi training at most."

Seeing Wang Hu's easy defeat, the inner disciples watching the battle below discussed.

"I declare that the first stage is over and the draw will begin now."

At this time, the ninth elder above said in a hoarse voice.

A wooden box fell from the sky and came to Ye Lin. Ye Lin stretched out his hand and grabbed it. There was a piece of paper in the wooden box with two words written on it.

Ren Dong.

"Ren Dong? It seems to be a certain inner disciple."

Looking at the note in his hand, Ye Lin muttered to himself.

At this time, his heart was full of fighting spirit. He dared to say that among those present, only Lin Zisheng could catch his eye. He could easily defeat other foundation-building disciples, whether they were true disciples or inner disciples.

"Since everyone has finished drawing lots, let's start the first battle. The direct disciple Lin Zisheng will fight against the inner disciple Zhang Lei."

Accompanied by the ninth elder's shout, two figures slowly walked onto the stage.

Just when everyone was looking forward to it, Zhang Lei surrendered on his own initiative, so this battle, Lin Zisheng won.

It is reasonable for such a thing to happen. After all, the direct disciples have many means. Although their cultivation is the same, the inner disciples still dare not provoke the direct disciples.

"The second battle, Ye Lin vs. Ren Dong."

After the Ninth Elder finished speaking, Ye Lin stepped onto the stage. In front of him was a man with a long sword on his back and his eyes covered with black cloth.

"Damn, it's Brother Ren. This junior brother is in trouble."

"Who said it wasn't? Brother Ren has been sharpening his sword for ten years. At this time, the sword energy in the sword behind him has been fully developed. Once it is unsheathed, even the cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building are not opponents."

When the inner disciples saw Ren Dong, they talked about it.

"Go ahead, I'm afraid if I make a move first, you won't even have a chance to react."

Ren Dong said coldly, without any emotion in his tone.

"What a pretentious guy."

This was Ye Lin's first thought at this time.