Ling Baichuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then slowly walked out of the ring.

Ye Lin looked at Ling Baichuan's back thoughtfully, and he said to himself: "It seems that there is no dispute, but it seems to be fighting, but what Ling Baichuan is fighting for is not the same as what I am fighting." ”

What I am fighting for is not the title of the fourth-generation rookie disciple, let alone the honor of Nanting, but fighting for myself and the teacher.

But what Ling Baichuan is fighting for is not to fight for right and wrong, but only for reason.

Off the field, everyone was overjoyed by Ye Lin's battle, but Ye Lin knew in his heart that there were still two fierce battles waiting for him.

The disciples of the ancestral court, whether it was Jun Chenfeng or Gongzi Qin, their strength was no worse than Ling Baichuan.

However, these two battles, the competition is definitely not the strength of the surface, more important is the hole cards and tricks, only at the right time to use the tricks or hole cards to win.

Of course, just as Ye Lin thought, whether it was Ling Baichuan, or Gongzi Qin and Jun Chenfeng, at least so far, they have not exposed their hole cards.

Ye Lin's eyes looked at the ring not far away, but found that Gongzi Qin had fallen to the ground.

And Jun Chenfeng was also uncomfortable, the two fought hard and hurt each other.

However, Gongziqin was the first to be forced out of the ring, so he lost.

Ye Lin's heart froze, and he looked at the two of them lightly, the fourth-generation disciples in the ancestral court were really strong, and the cultivation of these two people was not below Ling Baichuan.

With just a glance at the traces left by the battle in the void, Ye Lin already knew that the next two battles must be a vicious battle.

Soon, under the announcement of Chu Yang, Ye Lin and Jun Chenfeng entered the finals, while Gongziqin and Ling Baichuan fought for third place.

Due to the more or less injuries of everyone, the final was postponed for half a day, and the final was not played until everyone recovered their strength.

However, even if they regained their strength, the injuries left before were not easy to recover.

The first to conduct the first scene was Ling Baichuan and Gongziqin, there was no hesitation between the two, and when they met, they made a move.

They all knew in their hearts that their victory or defeat would determine who the scales would favor in the final rookie disciple competition.

Although Gongzi Qin and Jun Chenfeng are incompatible, they are disciples of the Ancestral Court after all, just like Ling Baichuan and Ye Lin are disciples of the Southern Court.

The rookie disciples are related to the honor of the ancestral court and the south court, so naturally they must not be sloppy.

Once one of the two of them wins, they can advance to the finals, then it is possible that Ye Lin and Ling Baichuan will consume Jun Chenfeng together, and on the contrary, Gongzi Qin and Jun Chenfeng will consume either Ye Lin or Ling Baichuan.

And once the decisive battle begins, it is simply impossible for them to rest.

Therefore, Ling Baichuan said to Ye Lin before: "He can beat Gongzi Qin, and the honor of Nanting is handed over to Ye Lin to fight for." ”

His words are very clear, that is, Gongzi Qin will not be able to enter the finals, and he will win this one.

But he won this one, not to compete for the finals for himself, but to win a fair final for Ye Lin.

Sure enough, the two of them fought on the field, especially Ling Baichuan, as if he had changed people, his aura was even more terrifying than when he fought with Ye Lin.

Feeling the breath as deep as water, Ye Lin frowned, not only him, but even Jun Chenfeng, who was not far away, saw this scene, and his pupils shrank.

He felt that it was a little difficult to deal with Gongziqin, but at this moment, Ling Baichuan's lifeless spelling made Gongziqin's momentum plummet.

This battle was extremely tragic, it lasted for two hours, Gongzi Qin's body was blown up eight times by Ling Baichuan, and Ling Baichuan was not much better, his body was also blown up seven times.

In the end, he stood in the ring with flesh and blood, his eyes looked at Ye Lin not far away, and smiled indifferently, as if he had fulfilled his promise to Ye Lin.

Chu Yang glanced at the two of them lightly and said, "Nanting Ling Baichuan won!"

After hearing this, Ling Baichuan's body fell to the ground, in this battle, he tried his best, and the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted.

Soon, the disciples of Nanting and Ancestral Court carried the two down one after another, and the injuries they suffered were too serious.

In the end, Nanting Ling Baichuan abstained in the final, while Ye Lin and Jun Chenfeng became the focus of the championship.

In the ring, the two were dressed in good clothes.

Ye Lin and Jun Chenfeng glanced at each other, neither of them in a hurry.

It's really hard enough to fight for the fourth generation of rookie disciples, Jun Chenfeng said with a smile.

Aren't the disciples of your ancestral court the same?" Ye Lin asked rhetorically.

Yes, Gongziqin is not as interested as Ling Baichuan, he wants to compete for the championship, so he is ruthless to me, unlike your Ling Baichuan in the Southern Court, in order to protect you, he is willing to give up the title of rookie disciple.

Senior Brother Ling looked open, so he only argued, not right or wrong, Ye Lin said slowly.

A good one only argues, not right and wrong, but there is no doubt that your consumption is lower than ours, and it seems that you have already premeditated.

However, any conspiracy and conspiracy, everything is vulnerable in the face of absolute strength, are you right? Jun Chenfeng squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Lin.

Ye Lin nodded and said in a deep voice: "It makes sense, this is also what I want to say to you." ”

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Jun Chenfeng's eyes, and his aura suddenly increased.

Ye Lin also snorted lightly, not hiding clumsy, and for a while, his breath was also rapidly improving.

Above the heads of the two of them, two heavenly palaces emerged one after another.

Compared with Ye Lin's heroic and righteous Heavenly Palace, Jun Chenfeng's Heavenly Palace was much darker.

Under the Heavenly Palace, there was a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, and his Heavenly Palace seemed to be in a secluded capital, full of anger.

A young man in an iron mask slowly walked out of the palace.

Under the iron mask, a cold and indifferent face emerged.

In the hands of this young man, a jade lock suddenly appeared.

This jade lock is very weird, and the karmic fire on it is constantly burning, no matter how this karmic fire burns the jade lock, it seems that it can't burn this jade lock.

Ye Lin's mind moved, and his body merged with the body of the emperor in the Heavenly Palace.

A yellow robe has been taken off by Ye Lin and thrown in the Heavenly Palace.

The jade belt around his waist and the purple and gold boots were all thrown into the Heavenly Palace.

When many disciples on the field saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel that Ye Lin's actions were a little funny.

I knew that wearing a yellow robe was so troublesome, and when I first condensed into this emperor, I should have worn plain clothes, Ye Lin couldn't help muttering: "The robes on this emperor's body, the purple gold boots, and the heavy jade belt are all burdens in the battle. ”

Soon, Ye Lin, dressed in plain clothes, appeared in the void.

The iron-masked man glanced at Ye Lin deeply, and said coldly: "Something that doesn't know how to be polite." ”

Ye Lin let out a sneer from his mouth and said, "If you can solve things with your fists, don't use etiquette to persuade the other party." ”

A scepter suddenly appeared in his hand, and with the infusion of spiritual power, the power of the scepter increased geometrically.

Looking at this scepter, the iron-masked man's face changed slightly, and he said, "This is the scepter that beat Ling Baichuan and vomited blood." ”

Exactly, is it possible that you also want to try, Ye Lin sneered.

What's the harm in trying, Jun Chenfeng snorted, his figure suddenly merged with the iron-masked man, and the Heavenly Palace behind him also disappeared at this moment.

Even if I don't borrow the power of the Heavenly Palace, I can compete with you, Jun Chenfeng's voice sounded in Ye Lin's ears.

At this moment, the figures of the two suddenly fought in the void.

Jun Chenfeng was refreshed and radiant, and the jade lock in his hand was also thrown into the air at this moment, and the jade lock slowly opened as if he had broken free from something.

As the jade lock slowly opened, Jun Chenfeng's momentum skyrocketed again and again, surpassing Ye Lin.

There was such a strange thing, Ye Lin's heart sank, feeling the huge aura, his face was slightly gloomy.

"Boom!"

didn't have to think too much, and the two collided violently together.

Ye Lin's scepter swept towards Jun Chenfeng, but in Jun Chenfeng's hand, there was nothing else, he dealt with the power of the scepter with his bare hands.

"Bang bang!"

The figures of the two staggered, Ye Lin looked at Jun Chenfeng not far away with some surprise, his pupils shrank slightly.

Good strength, I was able to take my scepter with my bare hands, Ye Lin frowned and looked at Jun Chenfeng.

You're not bad, your scepter only tickles me, but you're stronger than the big ants I've encountered.

Who is the ant, this is not necessarily, Ye Lin said-for-tat.

Then let's fight!

The figure of the man in the iron mask suddenly shuttled and blasted towards Ye Lin.

Ye Lin's complexion remained unchanged, and he burst into a shout, the water of the five rivers!

Above his head, under the microstructure, the water of the five rivers gushed out, constantly pouring towards the iron-masked man who attacked.

"Purple Qi is coming from the east!"

The man in the iron mask was not to be outdone, and suddenly, the purple qi around his body was permeated, and a glow faintly appeared on the surface of his body, forming purple gas on his body surface.

Although Ye Lin's water of the five rivers poured in, he couldn't break through the purple qi at all and directly hit the Junchen Feng deity.

Seeing this scene, Ye Lin's face changed slightly, but he quickly reacted, and the sword thirteen at his fingertips suddenly roared into Jun Chenfeng.

The iron-masked man glanced at the thirteen sword qi and couldn't help but snort coldly.

"Falling Wind Shadow!"

Jun Chenfeng roared lightly, and his figure was a little confused in the void.

And Ye Lin's sword thirteen, although it pierced the void, it did not stab Jun Chenfeng.

Ye Lin looked at Jun Chenfeng's figure, and couldn't help but be surprised: "It's so fast." ”

It seems that I can only use the imitation of the space Shenzang, Ye Lin's eyes flashed a hint of coldness.

In his mind, the mystical aura of the three immortal bones flashed, and then a heavenly palace shrouded towards the monarch dust.

Borrowing the power of the Heavenly Palace, you think you can defeat me, Jun Chenfeng looked at everything around him coldly.

Is it the Heavenly Palace? You try it, Ye Lin glanced at Jun Chenfeng meaningfully.

After hearing this, Jun Chenfeng looked around suspiciously, and couldn't help but be horrified.

Here, his divine consciousness could not even extend into a wider space.

Is this the isolation of divine consciousness? Jun Chenfeng opened his mouth for some time.

Ye Lin shook his head, and immediately said in a deep voice: "The imitation space god is hidden." ”

As soon as he heard the four big characters of the space god, Jun Chenfeng's pupils constricted.