Pinnacle

Martial arts is an important means for the empire to select talents. Of course, it must be emphasized and fairness must be guaranteed.

The palace lord and the messenger walked to the front and sat down.

"Palace Lord, do you have any talents worth noting in this session of Dongyuan Mansion?" the envoy asked.

Martial arts are held every year, because of this, not every year there are particularly bright talents.

"There is one, named Cao Ping. He should be the one with the highest probability of winning the championship. Even if he goes to the Empire to participate in the national test, he has the possibility of winning." The Palace Lord Dong Yuan stroked his beard.

"In the past few days when I arrived at Dongyuan Mansion, there has been a message of a person named Lin Yun. I asked someone to check it. He has also signed up. I don't know how he is?" the messenger said.

The Palace Master shook his head: "This person should be in the top 20 without any suspense. As for taking the first place? Cao Ping is pressing, he can't."

Three months ago, he asked his son to recruit Lin Yun, but Lin Yun refused.

Of course he knows this.

The messenger looked at the sun in the sky, and then said: "It's almost time to start."

The messenger next to him immediately said loudly: "The first round of the martial arts test, the survival match! All candidates holding the tokens at the time of registration, go to the middle to collect the numbers and get ready to start!"

Lin Yun heard the words and moved forward to gather.

There are about 10,000 participants in total.

Enrollment is actually equivalent to the first round of selection. Those under 500 years old and below the sky-underworld are all not eligible for enrollment. The empire's selection is the elite of the elite!

In addition, this martial arts exercise is held every year, so every year there are more than 10,000 contestants in the examination.

Ten thousand people are divided into 100 groups, each with one hundred people.

The square has been drawn with 100 big circles, and each circle is a competition arena.

The entire square is so big, not to mention it is divided into 100 arenas, it is divided into one thousand or ten thousand, which is more than enough.

In this round of survival competition, each group enters a lap and then begins to fight until the last person in the lap is left.

Lin Yun got the number 93, so he went directly to the 93 ring.

The entire area of ​​the ring is the size of a football field, and it is easy to accommodate a hundred people.

"He is Lin Yun who defeated Wei Qi!"

"Gosh, how did I meet him in the survival match?"

Many candidates who entered the 93rd ring, their faces were not very good after seeing Lin Yun.

"What are you afraid of, I don't believe that he is as strong as the legend! Besides, he can still not beat 99?"

Naturally there are those who are not afraid.

In the other arenas, all players also enter the arena.

"This round is a survival match. Whoever can stay until the end can enter the top 100!"

"I declare that the game starts now!"

The referee chanted.

It's about to start!

The audience at the scene stopped talking and looked at each arena.

Even if you can't enter the top 20, as long as you enter the top 100, you can get the "Martial Juvenile" token given by the empire. With such achievements and status, you can go to the counties and counties below to seek a position.

And this is also a kind of glory, no matter where you go, saying that you have been in the top 100 in the martial arts exam, and you are a martial arts person, which can make people look different.

Therefore, the contestants naturally have to work hard, and go to the top 100 in the test.

With the start of the game, each ring broke out into battle instantly.

The ring where Lin Yun is.

Everyone on the court did not rush to do anything, but stared at Lin Yun.

They all knew that Lin Yun was undoubtedly the most difficult one to deal with.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Lin Yun clasped his fists and said, "Everyone, please step down directly to avoid casualties."

If they fight, these people are really not enough for Lin Yun to stuff their teeth, and if they are willing to take the initiative to withdraw, they can avoid conflict and bloodshed.

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of the 99 participating candidates changed drastically!

mad!

It's crazy!

Lin Yun's words may not have malicious intent.

But in their ears, Lin Yun felt extremely arrogant!

"Boy, you are too arrogant!"

"Let's go together! Deal with him first, let's fight again!"

"Yes, yes! Hit him first!"

Everyone responded, either showing off their weapons and rushing towards Lin Yun, or standing in place to urge an attack to smash Lin Yun.

"Look at the 93rd ring, everyone turned against Lin Yun and launched a group attack!"

"I heard that this guy is great, but facing the siege of 99 people at the same time, is it enough for him to drink a pot?"

Such a scene surprised many people present.

The Mo family father and son were also there.

"Hmph, the arrogant guy, if he is eliminated in this round, that would be a big joke!" The Mo family sneered.

The Zhu family father and son saw Lin Yun being besieged by 99 people. Although they knew Lin Yun was good at it, they were unavoidably worried.

Ahead.

"Oh? 99 people attacked one at the same time? In the Mansion Trial Survival Tournament, this is rarely the case." The imperial envoy seemed very interested.

"It's not surprising that he is too arrogant and arouses anger." The Palace Master sat on the throne, looking calm.

On the ring.

Boom boom boom!

More than forty rays of light, either into fist shadows, or into palm prints, fingerprints, and various shapes, with different powers of strength and weakness, at the same time slammed toward Lin Yun, the light covered the sky!

These countless rays of light of various colors, in Lin Yun's pupils, magnified at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye, and could hit Lin Yun as many as possible in a blink of an eye.

After that, more than forty people were waving their weapons towards Lin Yun.

Lin Yun just stood motionless.

"Why doesn't he move?"

Countless spectators at the scene were amazed.

Boom boom boom!

Along with the bursting sound, all of these forty rays of light hit Lin Yun, and all the power in it poured on Lin Yun.

The light dissipated and everyone looked intently.

Lin Yun still stood calmly in place, unscathed!

"His!"

"He... he doesn't move. It turns out that he chose to resist directly, which is terrifying defense!"

When everyone saw that Lin Yun easily resisted these attacks, they all took a cold breath.

Even if it is a powerful third-order Mahayana realm, who has the ability to resolve this kind of attack, can't you say that you can directly resist it with your body?

I can hardly find any Mahayana stage, dare to use my body to resist like this!

After all, for ordinary monks, their bodies are relatively fragile.

Take Wei Qi as an example. He is powerful. If he dares to take these attacks with his body, he will definitely lose!

Even ordinary people are the same. They can use some weapons and armors to resist other people's attacks. But which fool will use his body to resist other people's attacks?

"Even if you use your body to resist? It seems that this guy's physical training should be very good, or he wears a very powerful body armor." The messenger stared at the ring.

On the ring.

After Lin Yun resisted those long-range attacks, those opponents holding weapons also rushed over.

"Sorry everyone, the first place in the 93rd ring, I want it."

Lin Yun's voice fell, and immediately waved his hand, 128 flying swords quickly emerged, and then they flickered, flying away fiercely with powerful power.