The master goes down the mountain, I have nine invincible masters!

The next day.

Boom!

A loud bell sounded, reaching clearly into the ears of every disciple.

This is to remind everyone that the Longmen Arena has opened again.

within the room.

Swish!

Ye Junlin's mind moved, and his consciousness instantly returned to reality from the Chaos Tower.

After all the hardships, his condition has reached its peak.

He suddenly opened his eyes, with a cold light flashing.

"Today is the decisive battle!"

Ye Junlin set off for the arena.

Naturally, other disciples also rushed over along the way, and after seeing him, they all started talking about him.

"Look, that's Ye Junlin."

"He was so impressive yesterday. Everyone in Group C was outshined by him."

"I think the most impressive thing is that he made the five elders so angry that they vomited blood. That's amazing."

"He is probably the first person who dares to anger the elder like this."

"Unfortunately, the method used was a bit too cruel."

"In the path of cultivation, one cannot be too merciful or else one will die."

"..."

Yesterday’s series of battles had obviously made Ye Junlin a big star in the Nitian Sect.

In response, Ye Junlin remained expressionless and continued on his way.

Tournament ring.

The disciples arrived one after another, and Song Wentian and the elders also sat in the spectator seats.

The fifth elder is still in charge.

Soon, the disciples gathered.

"Dear disciples, today we will have the second round of eliminations, and Group A will compete first as usual!"

The fifth elder spoke in a loud voice.

Several disciples from Group A who had been eliminated earlier stood in front of the box on their own initiative.

Each of them draws the name of his opponent from among them.

The competition begins.

Ye Junlin was not very interested in this kind of battle, so he just sat there and closed his eyes to rest.

The third elder and the first elder sat in the spectator seats, occasionally talking to each other, and there was nothing unusual.

"Father."

Yang Feng came before the third elder and bowed deeply.

"Remember, if you can't beat them, just admit defeat."

The third elder said earnestly.

"Ah."

Yang Feng nodded, but there was a hint of coldness and unwillingness in his eyes.

Give up?

How could he, who is at the Domain Spirit Realm, be unable to defeat someone at the Domain Qi Realm?

What's more, there is also the Soul-Slaying Powder!

There is no possibility of losing!

"Go back to your group C."

The third elder waved his hand.

Yang Feng went back as he was told.

"The Third Elder really teaches the child earnestly."

Song Wentian sat at the top of the spectator seats and glanced at the third elder with a smile on his face.

He heard the conversation just now very clearly.

But the other person hadn't even played yet, and he had no reason to blame him except for a few words of advice off the court.

"My son embarrassed himself yesterday, so of course I have to warn him today. These youngsters are so worrying."

The third elder smiled and shook his head in a friendly manner.

Song Wentian smiled and said no more.

In the crowd, Song Qingwan came to Ye Junlin and said, "Be careful today."

Ye Junlin opened his eyes and smiled: "Don't worry, I'm sure."

Song Qingwan added: "Don't be so stubborn. If you are not my opponent, just surrender."

Ye Junlin nodded: "I'm not a fool."

Song Qingwan said no more.

Both of them focused their attention on the arena.

In this competition, all the contestants were eliminated on the first day, so their strength was already a level weaker.

There’s nothing good to see.

Soon, Group A finished the competition and it was Group B's turn.

Ye Junlin took a few glances and lost interest. He closed his eyes again to rest and recuperate.

at last.

"Next, Group C!"

The voice of the fifth elder echoed in everyone's ears.

Ye Junlin suddenly opened his eyes.

Not only him, but many disciples at the scene were also shocked and perked up.

"Group C was extremely intense yesterday, and I wonder how it will go today?"

"It won't be a big deal. Ye Junlin advanced yesterday. There's nothing to watch."

"And Yang Feng, he was unconscious yesterday and automatically eliminated. Now he needs to defeat others in order to advance smoothly."

"Yang Feng is very powerful. There is no suspense in this elimination match. Let's wait for the third round."

"Yes, I might be assigned to the same group as Ye Junlin in the third round."

Everyone was talking about it.

Ye Junlin's gaze shifted slightly and focused on Yang Feng.

Yang Feng happened to look over, and made a gesture of wiping his neck, and said in lip language: "Wait for death!"

Ye Junlin smiled, stretched out his hand, and slowly raised his middle finger.

Yang Feng was stunned, not knowing what it meant.

Ye Junlin has withdrawn his hand.

At this time, the first winner of Group C has emerged.

Soon, the second, the third...

Soon, it was Yang Feng's turn.

Whoosh!

Yang Feng moved and rushed onto the arena, waiting for another disciple to appear.

Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes and stared at Yang Feng, hoping to get a glimpse of Yang Feng's true strength from the competition.

However, he was disappointed.

When the disciple saw that his opponent was Yang Feng, he immediately raised his hands after entering the court.

"I surrender."

There's no need to fight, we're no match for each other.

Fighting is just asking for humiliation!

Besides, what happened yesterday is still fresh in my mind.

If Yang Feng did the same as Ye Junlin and killed the man directly, it would be a waste of time and effort.

"In this round, Yang Feng advances!"

The fifth elder glanced at everyone and announced the result.

"It's a pity that I didn't get to see his fighting ability."

Ye Junlin shrugged helplessly and sighed with a little disappointment.

The second round of eliminations has ended.

At this time, there were only more than twenty disciples left.

The third round of eliminations begins.

Group A still goes first.

One person caught Ye Junlin's attention.

He approached Song Qingwan and asked in a low voice: "Who is this person?"

It was a man, dressed in black, with a stern face and an aloof temperament.

From beginning to end, the man never took any action.

All his opponents surrendered voluntarily.

"He is the disciple of the Great Elder, named Ling Yun. He is the best of the younger generation and has always been the number one in the Longmen Arena."

Song Qingwan explained in a low voice.

Young generation first!

No wonder no disciple could compete with him.

Ye Junlin nodded suddenly and said nothing more.

Soon after, the third round came to Group C.

At this point, there were only a dozen or so disciples left who were able to continue participating in the battle.

There are only four in Group C.

As luck would have it, one of the disciples did not draw Ye Junlin and Yang Feng.

In other words, the only two people left will have to fight!

"Finally, I met you!"

This result caused a sudden flash of cold light in Ye Junlin's eyes.

"Boy, your death has come!"

There was a flash of cruelty in Yang Feng's eyes as he looked at Ye Junlin.

The two looked at each other.

There seemed to be flames splashing in each other's sight!

The situation is tense!

Finally, the battle between the other two people in Group C has been decided.

After they were finished, the voice of the fifth elder was also heard.

"Group C, Ye Junlin versus Yang Feng!"