soon.

The top ten disciples have been decided.

The seven disciples stood up with excitement on their faces. Before Qiu Chuji could continue to explain the next competition rules, Wang Zhitan could not wait to point at Yang Lin.

"Junior Brother Lu, please come down. I have long wanted to learn your swordsmanship and internal skills. Let's see what you have learned in these past few months."

What he said was very rude.

Wang Chuyi's face suddenly turned dark.

You are very dissatisfied with my arrangement.

You jumped out to challenge him without anyone saying anything. Do you think you want to defeat Lawrence Lu as quickly as possible so that he can lose his face?

He turned to look at Qiu Chuji: "Brother Qiu, this is not good. I think it would be better to fight against each other. Such a challenge can easily damage the harmony of the disciples."

"It doesn't matter. As a third generation disciple, look at how they have all grown up. They must have the courage to be the first in the world... If you compete with the same sect, there is no shame in losing."

Qiu Chuji obviously had different opinions.

He actually admired his disciple Wang Zhitan very much.

Having a desire to fight is actually a good thing.

If you don't even dare to fight with swords, then why should you practice martial arts?

"Are you sure you really want to challenge me?"

Yang Lin's eyes lit up.

He thought that the most he could do was fight against Zhao Zhijing or Yin Zhiping, which would be better than nothing.

Unexpectedly, there was one spared here.

He didn't care about Wang Zhitan's contempt for him.

The more contemptuous it is, the better. It is best if everyone despises it and come forward to challenge it.

No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat.

"Junior Brother Lu, please."

Wang Zhitan smiled even more heartily, swung his long sword, and tucked his Taoist robe behind him with an extraordinary demeanor.

"please."

Yang Lin smiled, bowed, and without any more humility, stabbed out with a "spread the sail and raise the pole" style.

This is the first move of Quanzhen Swordsmanship, and it is a polite move.

In Yang Lin's hand, it turned into a cold light, and with a swish sound, almost only the faint shadow of Xuxu could be seen, and it was pointed at Wang Zhitan's throat.

Oops, it's almost over.

Yang Lin stabbed the opponent's throat with his sword and stopped quickly.

He found that the long sword in Wang Zhitan's hand did not even move, and there was a look of astonishment on his face.

"How about we fight again and invite you again."

Yang Lin asked tentatively.

These days, he is always fighting against masters, and he has long developed the habit of turning his sword into a target without a move.

The girl Jade, who had a combat power of 300 points, was defeated by him. At this time, Wang Zhitan, whose combat power did not exceed 25 points at most, was a master at attacking at will.

In addition, in the illusion, he was possessed by Wang Chongyang and practiced swordplay, which was a completely different experience.

You taste the five unique moves in the world, you taste them carefully.

As a result, Yang Lin took action at will, even if he didn't use much internal force, it was so subtle that ordinary disciples couldn't even think of it.

I can't even understand it.

Wang Zhitan's face turned green first, then white, and finally turned red.

I was so full of words before, but now I am so embarrassed.

It's a pity that he didn't even move forward with a sword.

No, he didn't even use half of the sword, and he just had a sword pointed at his throat.

"you you……"

As soon as Wang Zhitan let go of his grip, the sword fell to the ground, he turned around and ran out with his face covered.

It's so embarrassing to compare to anything else.

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

After a long time, a disciple asked: "Is this a sneak attack? Senior Brother Wang was not prepared just now."

"It seems, I wasn't prepared either. I thought they were going to have to go back and forth for a few more moves, but I didn't expect it. How about..."

"I'm here. Please give me some advice from Senior Brother Lu."

Before that disciple decided whether to challenge him, another disciple jumped out.

But it was Shen Zhifan.

Looking at this disciple with dull eyes, Yang Lin felt very complicated.

I really agree with the saying that people should not be judged by their appearance.

This guy is shady and can show off...

Shen Zhifan said politely: "Senior Brother Lu, what is the name of that sword before? Why did I fail to react when I saw Senior Brother Wang?"

"I sneak attacked him."

Yang Linruo said meaningfully: "So, you must be careful later and don't be attacked by me again."

He knew that the meaning behind Shen Zhifan's words was actually to imply that he would launch a sneak attack on the teachers and disciples, so that he could take the lead while others were not paying attention, and win without force."

Okay, I admit it myself first, what else do you say.

Shen Zhifan smiled awkwardly and said: "How can you say that when you stand on the stage, you are ready, what about a sneak attack? Do you really want to face the enemy and say, I am going to take action, can you block it?"

"I like to hear this."

Yang Lin smiled.

Then, he pointed the sword at Shen Zhifan's throat. The edge of the sword was cold, and Shen Zhifan's face suddenly turned pale.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword was still in its sheath.

Looking around blankly, he heard bursts of hissing.

Wang Chuyi sighed.

Qiu Chuji shook his head.

Ma Yu's eyes seemed to open and close, and he laughed softly twice.

"Go down."

Qiu Chuji shouted coldly.

He could see clearly that when Yang Lin drew out his sword, although he didn't use much internal energy or a lot of force, and his sword movement wasn't very standard, it could even be called cutting corners, but it was still fast.

Not to mention that Shen Zhifan was still talking arrogantly, even if he was fully focused, he might not be able to stop him.

With this kind of attack, you can't say that Yang Lin didn't use Quanzhen swordsmanship. At most, you can say that he didn't use it well.

But he won...

This is difficult to judge.

He was defeated twice in a row and was so humiliating that he didn't even see Yang Lin's true strength.

Now, the disciples who finally won the top ten positions after a series of competitions basically did not dare to challenge.

Yang Lin sighed secretly.

Sure enough, there are not that many fools in the world.

Even if he hides his exquisite sword moves and his huge inner strength, no one else dares to challenge him.

It's really cold at high places.

Finally, the fourth place was decided and it was Li Zhichang.

He is a disciple of Changchun.

Qiu Chuji looked slightly amused.

It felt like his disciples had given him glory.

Although the other people's expressions were not very good, they didn't say much.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In the Changchun lineage, not only the master is great, but the disciples are also great.

Except for Zhao Zhijing who can support the appearance of the Yuyang sect, the other people combined are not enough for his lineage.
To be continued...