Just as Jian Yan turned to leave, Xiahou Xuan and Qing Yi ran over from afar.
Xiahou Yang couldn't help but reveal a disappointed look when he saw Xiahou Xuan. Clearly, he had already guessed the result.
"Father …" Xiahou Xuan lowered her head in shame.
"It's alright, it's alright. Why are you all here?" Xiahou Yang stroked Xiahou Xuan's head to comfort her.
"I failed the revival match. After participating in the Nine-level Saint Pagoda, I went to look for Miss Xuan 'er."
"Miss Xuan 'er is a little unlucky. Her opponent in the first round was too strong, and it was in the fifth round."
"There's still some time before the second round, so we came to take a look."
Xiahou Yang nodded. The Nine-level Saint Pagoda was also one of the events of the General Alliance's Conference, and disciples who had been eliminated from the competition would participate in it.
As the name suggested, the Nine-level Saint Pagoda had nine levels, and the difficulty would gradually increase.
The chief examiner would give each disciple a final ranking based on their performance in the Nine-level Saint Pagoda.
As Qing Yi spoke, she came to Lin Yun's side, nudged him, and asked, "Jiang Yun, have you competed yet?"
Lin Yun shook his head. Xiahou Yang added, "This is already the eighth round. Including Lin Yun, there are still four people who haven't fought yet."
"If it's not the next round, it'll be the one after."
"However …"
At this point, Xiahou Yang frowned and glanced at the other end of the stage, at a man with eight swords on his back.
This man was burly and muscular. His upper body was bare, and his skin was the color of bronze. His eyes were sharp and steady, and his face was expressionless.
"Jiang Yun … Other than you, there's also a personal disciple of the Weapon Refining Sect, Zhao Xuefeng."
"Don't tell me they'll arrange for you to fight against a personal disciple?"
"It's fine." Lin Yun didn't care who his opponent was.
Of the three remaining opponents, one was a personal disciple of the Weapon Refining Sect, Zhao Xuefeng, and the other two were core disciples of the General Alliance.
In Lin Yun's eyes, there was no difference between the three.
At the same time, the competition in the arena began with the announcement of the head examiner.
Jian Yan's opponent was a burly man who was nearly two meters tall. In his hand was a machete that was almost as tall as he was.
"Level Five Wu Huang is at the peak. What a pity. He has encountered Big Brother Jian Yan. He will definitely lose."
"This level five Wu Huang is at the peak of the Martial House. He's one of the best in the Martial House."
"I might as well admit defeat now and preserve my strength so that I can proceed to the next round."
The surrounding people were all discussing amongst themselves. After all, Jian Yan's strength was something that all of them had witnessed.
This person had created many legends in Excalibur.
Unfortunately, everything changed after that young man appeared.
But even so, even if Jian Yan's status changed from a direct disciple to a core disciple, it still did not affect his position in the hearts of the disciples of the Main Alliance.
"You, you can admit defeat now." Jian Yan didn't even look at such a weak opponent. His hand was always on the emerald sword on his waist.
"My name is Big Brother Dai!" Big Brother Dai roared. No matter what, he was a top genius of the Martial House. How could his name not be remembered by Jian Yan?
No matter how strong his opponent was, he would not admit defeat!
"Come on! Let me see exactly how powerful the so-called direct disciples of the General Union are! "With a loud roar, he directly charged towards Jian Yan.
Seeing this, Jian Yan raised his head and looked at him. Then, with a serious face, he said, "Okay, you, I know."
As soon as his voice fell, Jian Yan suddenly pulled out his sword.
Pull out the sword and put it back!
This only lasted for a second, so the crowd couldn't see it clearly.
However, this was only for a second. In front of Jian Yan, there was a sword qi net formed by dozens of crisscrossing sword qi.
"No way! One second sword net! "
"Big Brother Jian Yan actually used this move right from the start. If this move continues, I'm afraid that big guy will die here!"
"Oh no, blood is going to splash on the arena."
Everyone let out cries of surprise, and the chief examiner on the stage also frowned. Just as he was about to make his move, Jian Yan suddenly said, "Don't worry, this move only used thirty percent of my strength. It won't harm his life."
At the same time, the sword qi net landed on Big Brother Dai's body.
Immediately, a mist of blood exploded from Big Brother Dai's body. Then, Big Brother Dai fell to the ground.
At this moment, the crowd saw that there was not a single piece of skin on Big Brother Dai's body that was not damaged. There were hundreds of wounds on his body. Every wound was just enough to separate his flesh and cut into his bones.
Right now, he was lying in a pool of blood, as if he had been cut into pieces.
"Jian … Jian Yan wins!" Seeing this, even the chief examiner was a little surprised. He couldn't help but look at Jian Yan a few more times.
And now, Jian Yan had already walked down the arena. Or, it should be said that after he waved his sword, he had already walked out of the arena.
The deacon in charge of healing also hurried to the arena and finally confirmed the situation of Big Brother Dai's body.
Just like Jian Yan said, he was only heavily injured, but his life was not in danger.
The entire arena was in an uproar. Everyone was looking at Jian Yan with respect.
While everyone was discussing, Jian Yan also walked towards the resting area. However, when he passed by Lin Yun, he left behind a sentence, "I really look forward to fighting against you. Don't lose to others."
Of course, this sentence was heard by Qing Yi and Xiahou Xuan. The two of them looked at each other, not understanding why the head disciple of Excalibur would have his eyes on Lin Yun.
At the same time, the chief examiner on the arena announced the next match.
"The first round of the advancement competition, the ninth match, Lin Yun versus Chen Ming!"
"Alright!" The moment the chief examiner announced, Qing Yi almost jumped up in excitement.
Because this Chen Ming was not someone else. He was the core disciple of the Array Faction who defeated Xiahou Xuan in the regional competition.
"Jiang Yun, beat him up!" Qing Yi said excitedly.
Lin Yun's face was expressionless. He didn't pay attention to anyone and directly stepped onto the arena.
Chen Ming and Lin Yun seemed to be moving at the same time. The moment they stepped onto the arena, Chen Ming raised his chin and mocked at Lin Yun, "It's a pity, you little devil. I didn't think you would meet me here."
"It is indeed a pity." Lin Yun nodded.
Hearing Lin Yun's words, Chen Ming was also stunned. He didn't know how to respond until he heard Lin Yun's last sentence.
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