Lin Mengmeng also participated in the repechage after the third round.
Dozens of people were fighting for ten spots.
In the end, Lin Mengmeng won.
Regardless of whether Lin Mengmeng can win in the fourth round, she is now considered to be among the top 70.
Soon, the fourth round began.
One step lost, every step lost. The third round was fine, there weren't so many fighting platforms, and the fights were split into two groups, so if it was the second group's turn to fight, the people in the first group could rest a bit.
Now, however, there were enough platforms, and in the fourth round, all the participants would fight together.
Lin Mengmeng had just participated in the resurrection match, and she had fought more than one round. If you add the third round, Lin Mengmeng had fought three rounds in a row, and her physical strength was seriously depleted.
In the fourth round, her opponent was a martial artist at the pinnacle of Ming Jin.
Although many people felt sorry for Lin Mengmeng, these were the rules of the rookie competition.
There were no accidents, and Lin Mengmeng lost again.
Lin Mengmeng once again left the arena with a lost look on her face, which made many people feel sad.
'Unfortunately, Mengmeng's realm is too low. If she is given a few more months, she will be able to break through to the pinnacle of Ming Jin and definitely win a good ranking in this rookie competition...'
Lin Yun had already left the arena, and when he saw this scene, he shook his head slightly.
In fact, it was already very amazing that Lin Mengmeng could make it into the top 70.
After all, Lin Mengmeng was only 21 years old.
'Well, not bad...'
'The girl in the 31st ring has a very solid foundation in martial arts...'
'In a few years, she will definitely enter the realm of dark energy, and in the future, it is not impossible for her to reach the realm of a master of refined energy...'
'I didn't expect that such a genius would appear in such a small martial arts school...'
Some martial arts seniors on the judging platform nodded slightly and discussed among themselves.
'Xiao, you really don't know how to treat a lady...'
'Yes, Xiao, the move you just made was too ruthless. You were basically bullying Lin because she is a girl. If we fight each other later, I will make you look bad...'
'Lin, some of the moves you used just now were not quite right. Come, let me explain my opinion...'
'Lin Mengmeng, you lost this time due to lack of stamina. If you hadn't just participated in the resurrection match, you might have advanced to the top 35. However, you have won everyone's respect by winning four consecutive battles. Although you lost, you are still glorious...'
At this time, some of the martial arts geniuses had already walked over to Lin Mengmeng's side and expressed their opinions.
The Xiao disciple they were referring to was Lin Mengmeng's opponent just now.
When that Xiao disciple saw this scene, he was also speechless, but he didn't dare to refute.
Although some of these people were of similar status and strength to him, there were also some who had already reached the dark strength level and whose status far surpassed his. If he argued back, he would offend everyone.
However, instead of leaving, he walked up to Lin Mengmeng and bowed, smiling, 'Lin sister, I just want to say thank you for the fight. Lin sister just fought four battles in a row, and I really didn't deserve to win...'
Although he had just defeated Lin Mengmeng, he also wanted to get along with her, and he had a vague idea in his heart.
Some people who had feelings for Lin Mengmeng, although their status was far higher than his, but in matters of the heart, it wasn't just about status, otherwise, everyone would just compete directly on their status in a fight, and what's the point of talking about feelings?
The most important point was that he was twenty-eight years old and had reached the pinnacle of Ming Jin. His martial arts talent was not bad, and neither was his status.
Everyone has a fluke mentality, and at this moment, he also has it. Anyway, even if it doesn't work out, he won't lose anything.
'Cut...'
'Xiao, are you complimenting Lin or are you being disgusting...'
'Exactly, if I met Lin, I would definitely let her win. It's just a competition, and there's a saying that friendship comes first and competition comes second, not to mention that we can still participate in the repechage later...'
However, some people didn't buy it and despised it.
...
'Lin Yi, Lin Yi, Lin Xianzi is looking at us again...'
On the other side, suddenly, Zhang Haoran tugged at Lin Yunyi's sleeve and said excitedly again.
To be honest, this was already the behaviour of Zhang Haoran several times.
'Haha...' Hearing Zhang Haoran's words, Lin Yunyi smiled and looked at Lin Mengmeng again. He guessed that Lin Mengmeng might feel that he was very familiar, so she always looked at them.
However, the Rookie Competition is only halfway through, and he hasn't figured out where the high-level spiritual object is yet. It would indeed be bad to acknowledge the other person. If it were towards the end of the Rookie Competition, or after the high-level spiritual object appeared, it would not be a big problem for him to acknowledge the other person.
'Brother Zhang, the other person is not a tiger. If you really like the other person, you can also try to talk to the other person...' However, Lin Yun did not quite understand one thing, and he turned his head to look at Zhang Haoran and smiled.
If Zhang Haoran is afraid to approach the other person because of the difference in status, just as some ordinary martial artists are afraid to talk to Lin Mengmeng, it shouldn't be a problem. Zhang Haoran's father is a master of Hua Jin.
No matter how poor the status is, it can't be that bad.
'Lin Yi, you don't understand. Some goddesses are meant to be admired, they can only be looked at from afar, they cannot be desecrated...' Zhang Haoran gave Lin Yi a cold stare and said.
'Unlike those people, who don't understand the fun...' While speaking, Zhang Haoran glanced back and looked at some of the people surrounding Lin Mengmeng, and said disdainfully.
Although he said this, Zhang Haoran smiled bitterly in his heart. He knew his own abilities, and although his father was a master of martial arts, their family's situation was average, and his own martial arts talent was ordinary, and his appearance was even more ordinary. He felt from the bottom of his heart that there was a huge gap between them, and even more so with those young people surrounding them.
He didn't have any advantages, so why would he go up there?
Most importantly, he really admired Lin Mengmeng purely. Perhaps this feeling came from him knowing the gap long ago, but he really felt this way.
'By the way, Brother Lin Yi, Lin Xianzi has been looking at us, she wouldn't have a crush on you, would she? Not bad, Brother Lin Yi, you have always performed so well, this is not impossible...' Suddenly, Zhang Haoran thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Lin Yun, quickly saying,
This is the case with many things. The more some people think about it, the more likely it is to happen, and the more they think about it, the more excited they get. Zhang Haoran quickly became very excited.
'Are you thinking too much? Although my performance was good, there were many people who performed better than me...' This time, Lin Yun rolled his eyes and said.
'Er...it seems...that's also the case...' It was as if a bucket of water had been poured over Zhang Haoran, and he was stunned for a moment, before he came to his senses.
'Huh? Lin Yi, you're surnamed Lin...Lin Xianzi also has the surname Lin...Do you know each other...You're not from the same family as Lin Xianzi, are you? Or, you might as well be her brother...' Just then, Zhang Haoran thought of something else and hurriedly said:
'You really think a lot. It's not true. Brother Haoran, you'd better watch the match. Your horizons need to be broadened in order to lay a good foundation in martial arts...' Lin Yun saw that Zhang Haoran was once again on the verge of getting more and more excited as he spoke, and he even patted Zhang Haoran on the shoulder, smiling slightly wryly.