After ten matches, Lin Yun and Zhang Haoran's preliminary round was over.
They went to a hotel at the foot of the mountain together.
They would not know their preliminary round ranking until tomorrow.
'Hey? Is that someone I just competed against?'
In the hotel lobby, Zhang Haoran suddenly looked at a figure and said in surprise.
Lin Yun also looked over and immediately felt that it was a coincidence.
Because the other person was precisely the disciple of the Seven Injuries Gate who had fought against Zhang Haoran.
At this time, that person was in the middle of a group of people, talking to some people. Judging from the uniform sect clothing they were wearing, they should belong to the same sect.
Could it be that all these people are from the Seven Injuries Gate?
Lin Yun thought.
'Guangwei, don't be discouraged. You are only twenty-four years old now, and in five years, you will be twenty-nine. At that time, you will definitely be able to break through to the late stage of Ming Jin. At the next Martial Arts Conference, the top hundred in the Rookie Competition will definitely include your name.' Just then, a middle-aged man happened to pat the person on the shoulder and said with a smile,
'Yes, Master,' the man said dejectedly.
'This Martial Arts Conference will be decided by Xintang. Xintang has already perfected the Seven Injuries Fist, and even in the realm of the late stage of Ming Jin, he is still a formidable presence. This time, Xintang won seven games in the preliminary round, and he will definitely be among the top 100. It depends on where Xintang can go in the qualifying round tomorrow...' The middle-aged man nodded and looked again at the other young man, who was a little older, and said with a smile:
'Seven wins in the preliminary round, Brother Xintang is awesome. I think Brother Xintang will definitely advance to the top 50 this time, and he may even make it to the top 30.'
'Yes, yes, this year, Brother Xintang is only 26 years old, and he has already reached this level. Looking at the martial arts world, he is also very talented...'
'Unfortunately, our new senior is 26 years old today. If he were a year younger, he could participate in the next Martial Arts Conference in five years. At that time, our new senior would definitely be able to reach the pinnacle of Ming Jin, and with that level of skill, he would have a chance to compete for the top ten...'
Some of the younger disciples around them laughed, their tone tinged with a hint of fawning.
At 26 years old, with late-stage Ming Jin, the future is limitless. If they fawn on him now, they may reap great benefits in the future.
'You are too kind, senior and junior fellow disciples. This Martial Arts Tournament brings together the martial arts geniuses of the entire country. My current strength is really nothing...' The new senior fellow smiled and waved his hands, saying.
That being said, there was not much shame in his expression, but rather some complacency.
At the age of 26, he had seven wins in the preliminary rounds, and he really had the right to be complacent.
His martial arts talent and strength would make him a martial arts genius and martial arts powerhouse if he were to be placed in one place.
'Guangwei junior brother's strength is actually not bad, it's just bad luck. However, there is a repechage later, and if Guangwei goes, he will definitely pass. At that time, we brothers will work together to bring glory to the martial arts...' Then, this new senior brother looked at the young man named Guangwei and said with a smile,
'Thank you for your comfort, new senior brother. I did have bad luck in the preliminary round, but I will definitely pass the repechage,' said the younger Guangwei, his tone tinged with gratitude.
Seeing this, Lin Yun shook his head slightly.
That Guangwei really thought that the other person was sincerely comforting him, but he had bad eyesight and a dull mind.
In fact, that new senior apprentice just wanted to highlight his magnanimity.
Lin Yun didn't even need to use the lie detector on him to analyse this, his powerful spiritual power sensed it.
However, Lin Yun soon felt relieved.
Not everyone has his powerful spiritual power.
And even if what the other person said wasn't sincere, it still sounded good.
It can only be said that this person is very good at being a person, and such a person is also very easy to be popular with.
As it turned out, with the words of that new fellow disciple, although some people's attention shifted to that Guangwei junior, more people admired that new fellow disciple even more.
He won, but didn't become arrogant, and even comforted others. How could they not admire such a person?
'Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you...'
Just then, a voice came.
A young man appeared beside these people, with a handsome face, not too tall or too short, and a pair of very energetic eyes.
This young man was naturally Lin Yun.
Since he had met so many people from the Seven Injuries Gate, he naturally had to come up and ask.
Although Zhang Haoran's opponent was also there, and they might not have a good impression of them, there were so many people here, so they couldn't all have a bad impression of them, right?
"Lin Yi, what are you...'
Behind Lin Yun, Zhang Haoran followed him, unable to say what he wanted to say.
He didn't know what Lin Yun was doing approaching these people. Could it be that he had heard what these people were saying and wanted to say something? Looking at these people, some of them are not weak, if Lin Yun says something unpleasant, I'm afraid there will be some trouble.
'It's you!'
Just then, the younger brother Guangwei recognised Zhang Haoran and immediately said angrily.
'Brother Guangwei, do you know them?'
'Younger brother Guangwei, they're looking for you?'
Some young people said in surprise.
'It's him, he just managed to defeat me by one move, why have you come now? Do you want to humiliate me?' That Guangwei pointed at Zhang Haoran and snorted, saying.
'What? You won by a lucky move against Senior Brother Guangwei and now you come here to humiliate people?'
'What a nerve!'
'Do you really think that our Qishangmen is someone to be trifled with!'
Some young people immediately exploded and angrily said.
'What? You didn't count your victory and now you're here again?' That new senior brother smiled slightly and walked over, saying
'You've got it wrong. I have something to ask the senior Chu Haoran of the Seven Wounds Sect. I wonder if your sect is the Seven Wounds Sect. If it is, has senior Chu Haoran come to this martial arts conference?' Lin Yun bowed, said.
'You want to find senior Chu?' The new hall brother's eyes flickered slightly, and he said,
'Ridiculous, who is senior Chu? He is not someone who can be seen by just anyone. You really are arrogant.' A young man sneered and said.
'Kid, get lost, don't get in our way here,' said a young man who was on good terms with Guangwei's junior apprentice, impatiently.
After he learned that someone by Lin Yun's side had defeated his friend, taking away his friend's chance to advance from the preliminary round, he had a very bad impression of Lin Yun and Zhang Haoran.
Lin Yun frowned slightly.
He didn't expect that the quality of so many people from his master's school, the Qishangmen, was so poor.
'Shut up!' At this time, the middle-aged man glared at the young disciples under his command and shouted at them.
Then, he looked at Lin Yun, bowed slightly, and politely said, 'Little brother, I don't know what your background is, and what business you have with Uncle Zhu?'
It's not that he is a kind person, but this is a national martial arts conference, where the sons and daughters of martial arts schools and martial arts families from all over the country gather. Among them, there are many people that their Qishangmen cannot afford to provoke.
Although their Seven Injuries Sect is not weak, it is nothing when compared to the entire Xiaxia martial arts world.
If you want to speak here, you can't be too arrogant if you don't know the other person's background.
'My master Yan Dashan was once a disciple of the Seven Injuries Sect. I was ordered by my master to ask Zhu Shuifeng hello and give him a letter,' Lin Yun said indifferently.
'Yan Dashan? Your master is Yan Dashan?' A flash of brilliance appeared in the depths of the eyes of that new fellow disciple, while at the same time, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
'Lin Yi is a disciple of the Seven Injuries Gate? No, Lin Yi's master was a disciple of the Seven Injuries Gate?'
Behind Lin Yun, Zhang Haoran also said with slight surprise.
In his mind, Lin Yun was very skilled and probably came from a famous martial arts school... He never imagined that Lin Yun's master had also been a member of the Seven Wounds Sect... The Seven Wounds Sect was not a major school.
Could it be that Lin Yun's master later joined another school?
Zhang Haoran thought to himself.
However, it may not be the case. There were many martial arts geniuses in history. Lin Yun could memorise all the moves of his family's martial arts style after watching him perform them once, and analyse many things that were not right.
Then, even if Lin Yi is not from a high-ranking family, he may still be able to cultivate a high level of strength.
Yan Dashan... Zhang Haoran silently repeated this name several times in his heart. He had never heard of this name in the martial arts world, so he had no idea what was going on.
However, he had heard of Zhu Haoran, a predecessor with the same name as him.
One of the elders of the Seven Injuries Sect, he was very famous in the region where the Seven Injuries Sect was located, as well as in the surrounding areas, and was also famous in the entire martial arts world. It was said that some time ago, he had already reached the pinnacle of dark strength.