Chapter 32
Kneel down!
These two words came out of Lin Yun's mouth very lightly, but when they fell into Ma Kui's ears, it was as if his chest was blocked by a 10,000-ton boulder.
To kneel or not to kneel?
A difficult choice was placed in front of Ma Kui.
A man has gold under his knees. Kneeling to someone other than his parents and master can be said to be the greatest humiliation.
If you don't kneel, how can you easily take back what you said in front of so many people in the sect.
The only hope is for Lin Yun to be kind and to forgive him.
But now it seems that Lin Yun is not willing to look at him, and directly asks him to fulfill his promise.
Between the dilemma, Ma Kui felt ashes and felt extremely aggrieved.
The people who spoke to him before were silent, dead silent.
But all of this is his own fault, and he can't blame others.
thump!
Feeling extremely aggrieved, Ma Kui knelt down on the ring with a blushing face and plopped down: "I was offended just now. I slandered Senior Brother Lin, and I also ask Senior Brother to forgive him."
There was an uproar at the scene, and they were all shocked by this scene.
The senior disciple of the dignified outer sect actually knelt down and begged for forgiveness from Lin Yun, who was originally a sword slave.
But what if you don't kneel...
Before Ma Kui, he was aggressive and pressed repeatedly, but Lin Yun all gave in. There is cause and effect. If he doesn't make things difficult and slander Lin Yun, how can he get himself into such a situation.
If you say it yourself, even if you slap your face and break your leg, you have to swallow it honestly!
Ma Kui looked at Lin Yun cautiously, but found that the other party had his back to him and did not ask him to get up.
There was a slight anger in my heart, when I wanted to take the initiative to get up.
Click!
An icy killing intent suddenly came from Lin Yun and enveloped him.
Looking up, it was the burial sword in Lin Yun's hand, which moved for a moment inadvertently.
Suddenly, before Lin Yun sounded, a lightning-like sword struck.
A panic surged in Ma Kui's heart. He was a little afraid of himself, and the moment he stood up, Lin Yun turned around and beheaded him with a sword.
Cold sweat fell a little from his forehead, and his kneeling body trembled slightly.
"It's a shame, don't get out of here."
At this moment, the referee in the ring gave a cold drink.
Ma Kui was relieved, got up quickly, and left the ring in a sullen manner.
Lin Yun turned around and put the spiritual stone treasure on the ring, as well as the picture scroll, into the storage bag.
The referee timely announced that Lin Yun won.
So far, Lin Yun has come all the way and won thirteen consecutive victories.
According to the setting that the winning streak will also increase the points, Lin Yun appeared in this group with almost no suspense.
"Prepare well, don't worry about what happened just now."
Seeing that Lin Yun's expression had not changed, the referee guessed that he was definitely not feeling well, so he comforted him a few words.
It was a good fight, and he defeated his opponent in an upright manner, but he was forced to search his body, and was shouted by a group of people to get out.
"Thank you."
Lin Yun responded and walked off the ring.
The disciple watching the battle saw him coming, and quickly made way.
A farce, and this ends.
The mid-year assessment will continue.
Lin Yun's mentality was not greatly affected, and he strolled around in the martial arts field to observe some opponents in other groups.
In six groups, he is almost certain to qualify.
As long as you don't meet Zhang Han, who is number one in the six groups, you don't even need to draw a sword.
Now, it's time to consider some opponents in the second knockout round.
In the six groups, Lin Yun has won all the way with a dark horse attitude, which is eye-catching.
Looking at the entire outer disciples of Qingyun Sect, Lin Yun's winning streak is not so conspicuous.
Because when the elders of the sect were grouped, they had already dispersed all the top experts.
There are also many people who have won streaks in other groups.
There are even people who have reached enough winning streak points to qualify in advance.
For example, Wang Fei in a group, his sword is astonishingly fast as its name suggests, and he can even wave afterimages. The opponent couldn't even catch his eyes, and before he understood what was going on, he was hit by the tip of the sword.
Almost all the people who met him abstained.
In the ranking of the top ten outside the gate, he is even higher than Zhou Yun's ranking, ranking the top three.
However, the real horror is still to belong to the beard front, the existence that ranks first in the outer door.
There is no need to participate in the group stage at all, just like the inner disciples, sitting on the high platform and watching the fight.
It makes sense to do so.
Hu Feng's cultivation level has reached the amazing eighth level of martial arts. It is rumored that he challenged some inner disciples two months ago, and it turned out to be a record of winning more and losing less!
Entering the inner door this time is almost a nail in the coffin.
Lin Yun glanced at him from a distance, and saw the beard front, closing his eyes and resting on the high platform.
It seems that there is no interest in the group stage of the year-end assessment.
Just when she was about to withdraw her gaze, she accidentally saw the existence of Su Ziyao, she sat quietly between the high platforms, without saying a word.
But it has attracted much attention, not only the brothers and sisters of the same sect, but also from time to time to her.
Even the senior sect members were full of admiration and looked at her with awe.
It seems that the future of the entire sect is all on her.
Her temperament is so unique, even if she doesn't say anything, she compares all the disciples of the same generation, men and women around her.
Everyone's brilliance in his face will be eclipsed.
Lin Yun shook his head, retracted his gaze, and focused his attention on another battle.
It was Zhou Yun, the opponent who made him feel a little desperate two months ago.
Compared with the anger and unwillingness at the time, Lin Yun is much more rational now, and calmly observes the opponent's battle.
Too bad...it's not worth much.
Zhou Yun's cultivation of the seventh level of martial arts has already stood out from the crowd, and he hardly needs to speak.
Standing on it, let the opponent retreat.
There were unwilling disciples who wanted to try it out, but in front of his powerful momentum, he even found it difficult to move.
"So strong! Judging from his aura, his cultivation has become more diligent, and I'm afraid he is not far from the eighth level of martial arts."
Lin Yun frowned slightly, although he didn't see the other party make a move, he was only from this momentum.
It can be judged that if you want to defeat the opponent now, the odds of winning are still very low.
"Lin Yun vs. Zhang Han!"
Just as he was contemplating, a certain arena in the sixth group announced his fight against Zhang Han.
After hearing this, Lin Yun touched his nose, this luck was really bad.
There are more than 200 outer disciples in the sixth group, and each of them only needs to fight 30 times. If they are lucky, they don't have to meet each other at all.
The most important thing is that Lin Yun is now on a winning streak, and if he wins two more games, he will directly qualify in advance.
"Lin Yun actually met Zhang Han!"
"This looks really good. Zhang Han's seventh-level cultivation of martial arts is recognized as the number one in the six groups."
"But looking at Lin Yun's winning streak, he hasn't even drawn his sword. He has the potential to compete for the first place."
"Just now in the ring, he also used the Flowing Wind Sword Technique, the rumors are true!"
A group of outer disciples had been clamoring for Lin Yun to roll down before.
Now that I heard that Lin Yun and Zhang Han were fighting, they both licked their faces and ran over, and the number of people was even greater than before.
In other words, these people all hope that Zhang Han can end Lin Yun.
"Why, you don't draw your sword against me?"
Zhang Han was slightly taken aback when he saw Lin Yunkong come up with his hands, but his heart was much stronger than Ma Kui.
The anger in his heart did not show at all on his face.
The strong inner cultivation base shows his strong self-confidence.
Lin Yun ignored him, looked at the referee and said, "I abstain in this match."
"Abstain?"
"Did you make a mistake, you actually abstained!"
"Isn't this sword slave playing with us? He finally met Zhang Han, but he actually abstained."
"I really don't know how to bully people who are not as good as him at the sixth level of martial arts and cultivation."
When a group of enthusiastic people heard the word abstention, they couldn't stand it.
"you sure?"
"I am very sure."
Facing the referee's question, Lin Yun nodded and said.
He thought very clearly that for Zhang Han, who was at the seventh level of martial arts, he had to use Dacheng Liufeng swordsmanship to win.
Exposing the cards in advance is not a good thing.
What's more, it is almost 100% for him to qualify in these six groups.
"Lin Yun abstained, this time I declare that Zhang Han won!"
After the referee's announcement, Zhang Han showed a smile on his face as he looked at Lin Yun and said, "That's right, you will definitely qualify in the sixth group, and retreating despite difficulties is the smartest way to do it, but I appreciate you a little bit now, hahahaha! "
From Zhang Han's point of view, Lin Yun definitely abstained from losing the power to himself.
In this way, he undoubtedly showed his strength even more, and he was quite satisfied with it.
In the laughter, he straightened his chest and walked off the ring.
Lin Yun rolled his eyes in his heart, and was speechless to Zhang Han, who made up his mind.