Lin Long sat comfortably in the ding, letting a trace of the medicinal power of lotus seeds temper Lin Long's body, and unconsciously, Lin Long stayed in the boiling ding water for two days.

Lin Long stretched his body, feeling as if his whole body was one size bigger, his muscles were like a dragon, deeply rooted in Lin Long's body, the color of Lin Long's skin changed slightly, and it turned bronze, Lin Long took out the sword in his hand, a low-grade ghost weapon, and slashed it on his left leg, and found that his left leg only appeared a white mark, and there was no wound left, Lin Long At this moment, he felt that his flesh was like a steel and iron bone, and he could easily break a low-grade ghost weapon with one hand, and even a high-grade ghost weapon, and the strength of his body could be called against the sky。

Lin Long jumped out of the big ding, and glanced at the boiling water inside, it was no longer purple, but black, and the purple medicinal power was all absorbed by Lin Long, and the black was the dirt in Lin Long's body, and the medicinal power contained in the lotus seeds not only enhanced the strength of Lin Long's body, but also eliminated the impurities in Lin Long's body, laying the foundation for Lin Long's future cultivation path.

And what surprised Lin Long even more was that although Lin Long did not refine the lotus seeds and improve his cultivation, Lin Long still increased the power of two bloodlines, reaching the power of one hundred and six bloodlines, and his strength increased once again.

Now Lin Long is absolutely confident, if the time is reversed by two days, and then let the folding fan boy make a move, Lin Long absolutely believes that he can blow the folding fan boy away with one punch, but Lin Long also knows that the folding fan boy is not a mortal, his own cultivation can improve, and the folding fan boy's cultivation may also improve, which should not be underestimated.

Three days have passed, the second round of the competition has begun, the sky is bright, the Northern Sword Sect is lively, there are people watching the excitement, there are also competitions, the Northern Sword Sect has a year in addition to recruiting disciples, it is rare to have such a lively time.

Lin Long walked into the competition venue and stood in a row with a hundred people, and then a disciple of the Northern Sword Sect took out an opaque box and asked Lin Long and the other hundred people to draw lots in turn, and Lin Long drew three groups, number seven.

100 people are divided into 10 groups, 10 people in each group, catch the comparison test, each group first selects the first place, and then competes.

"The game is on. There was a shout in the sky.

The huge ring is divided into ten pieces, and in each group, No. 1 and No. 2 duel, No. 3 and No. 4 duel, Lin Long No. 7, and naturally No. 8 duel.

Soon, the ring was filled with twenty people, in groups of two, and the war began.

Lin Long swept the ring, and there was no one he knew, and then he swept around, and found that Chu Feng was in the seventh group, Zhuge Chengfeng was in the eighth group, and Lin Long also saw the folding fan boy in the seventh group, Lin Long was deeply worried about Chu Feng, although Chu Feng was powerful, but there was still a gap between him and the folding fan boy, and it would be even more difficult for Chu Feng to win the folding fan boy.

After a stick of incense, a battle was over, none of these twenty people were strong, and the competition had no place to attract Lin Long.

An hour later, it was Lin Long's turn to play, Lin Long's opponent was a new disciple who had opened up ninety bloodlines, and Lin Long was not on the same level as Lin Long, Lin Long didn't mean to hurt him, but just lightly punched, blasting the person away, the game ended as fast as possible, and Lin Long returned to the same place.

The first round of the game ended quickly, in this game, Chu Feng did not face off with the folding fan boy, so Chu Feng easily crushed the opponent and won the victory, while Zhuge Chengfeng only had the power of ninety bloodlines, but he still fought with a serious injury and defeated the opponent, this is already the limit of Zhuge Chengfeng, the next game, if there is no accident, Zhuge Chengfeng will lose.

And Lin Long carefully observed the folding fan boy, and found that the folding fan boy was no different from Lin Long, defeating the opponent with one move, and he seemed at ease.

And there is another person who also entered Lin Long's eyes, that person is called Wang Xiaozhu, who has cultivated to reach the power of one hundred and eight bloodlines, and the opponent is a disciple of the power of one hundred and five bloodlines, but Wang Xiaozhu is like Lin Long, easily defeating the opponent, it seems easy, Lin Long can see that this Wang Xiaospider's strength is strong, strong enough to fight with himself.

"There are people outside the people, there are mountains outside the mountains, don't be careless!" Lin Long warned himself in his heart again.

At the end of the second round, there are only five people left in each group, and according to the rules, if you enter the Northern Sword Sect and become the one with the longest disciple, you can directly skip two games and directly enter the last battle of this group.

Due to talent, diligence and even opportunities, some disciples have come to the Northern Sword Sect for more than ten years, and they have not entered the ranks of the inner disciples, their cultivation may not be high, but they have stayed in the Northern Sword Sect for more than ten years, and they have also completed a lot of tasks for the Northern Sword Sect, so the Northern Sword Sect took care of these "old people" during the competition and avoided two games.

After that, in the Lin Long Group, an "old disciple" of the Northern Sword Sect who had entered the Northern Sword Sect for eighteen years and had opened up the power of one hundred and seven bloodlines. "Withdraw from the game for a while, wait for the last man of the four, and then have another fight.

The second round of the game started again, Lin Long's opponent was a disciple who had opened up the power of one hundred and six bloodlines, but it was still not enough for Lin Long to see, Lin Long defeated the man with one punch, and continued to return to the same place to wait for the second match.

Zhuge Chengfeng had not fought with his opponent for a few rounds in this round, and he was already obviously defeated, but he still insisted until the last moment, and finally seriously injured his position.

And fortunately, Chu Feng, Chu Feng still did not meet the Folding Fan Prince, Chu Feng defeated in one time, and the Folding Fan Prince, Wang Xiaozhu still defeated the opponent in one move, and naturally advanced to the next game.

At this time, Lin Long's opponent was a disciple who had opened up the power of one hundred and eight bloodlines, he had entered the Northern Sword Sect for five years, and he had already reached the power of one hundred and eight bloodlines two years ago, and he could be regarded as a strong man, but it was not enough to see with Lin Long.

Lin Long finished with one punch, just one move, and defeated again.

And Wang Xiaozhu was like Lin Long, he was defeated again with one move, the folding fan boy fought against Chu Feng, Chu Feng knew that the folding fan boy was powerful, and he attacked and killed it with all his strength at the beginning, and finally fought with the folding fan boy for ten rounds, the folding fan boy won, and Chu Feng was defeated.

In the last round, Lin Long fought with the "old disciple" who had been in the Northern Sword Sect for eighteen years, and there was still no suspense, Lin Long won the first place in this group, the folding fan boy, Wang Xiaozhu was the same, Chu Feng was slightly discouraged, with Chu Feng's strength, she could definitely rank in the top ten disciples, but it was a pity that she met the folding fan boy, so she could not become the first in this group.

At the end of the hundred-person competition, the top ten people were temporarily selected, and then the disciples of the Northern Sword Sect moved out ten chairs and arranged them according to one, two, three, four, and then an elder of the Northern Sword Sect said.

"Ten of you, sit on these ten chairs according to your own ability, whether it is ten of you or ninety people below, you can come up and challenge, the winner, sit on the chair, the loser, leave on your own, before dark, the person who can keep his chair is the last ten. ”

Hearing what this elder said, Chu Feng jumped up happily, with Chu Feng's strength, there was no problem in advancing to the top ten, but he was unlucky to meet the folding fan boy, so the Northern Sword Sect did this, because he was afraid that the two strong people would meet together, and the two weak people would meet together, which would be unfair, so he came up with such a set of competition methods.

After the elders of the Northern Sword Sect finished speaking, Lin Long and the ten of them quickly rushed to the chair, Wang Xiaozhu was conceited and strong, and sat in the first place, and the folding fan boy sat in the third place, Lin Long took a step slower and made the seventh chair.

"This is only a temporary ranking, and it is not the final top ten, why grab it?" Lin Long muttered in his heart.

"Now the game begins. One of the elders shouted.

"I'm coming, I'm going to challenge for fifth place. "A disciple with a tiger's back and a bear's waist who has opened up the power of one hundred and five bloodlines has taken a fancy to the fifth position at a glance and stood up to challenge.

Lin Long looked at the disciple with the tiger's back and the bear's waist, and recognized the person at a glance, that person's name was Zhao Hu, and he was very powerful, in the Xuanli Divine Monument, the new disciple assessment, second only to Lin Long and the folding fan boy, ranked third, and also belonged to a strong man.

Zhao Hu's strength is also very strong, and he didn't meet the folding fan boy and Wang Xiaozhu, so Zhao Hu became the first place in the group, and now he is sitting on the chair in eighth place, obviously, he is very dissatisfied with his seat.

And the person on the fifth chair is called Wang Jin, but Lin Long has never seen it, Wang Jin's cultivation has opened up the power of one hundred and eight bloodlines, and he should also be an "old disciple" of the Northern Sword Sect. Zhao Hu chose Wang Jin, and he was quite conceited about his strength.

The two went to war, each using the most powerful moves, Zhao Hu's bloodline power is a Hercules ape, although it can't compete with Lin Long's "hegemon" power, but it is also a high-grade bloodline, infinitely powerful, and violent.

And Wang Jin's bloodline is relatively weak, it is a Tianba bear, and it is also a power-type bloodline, but it is slightly inferior to Hercules Ape, but Wang Jin's bloodline power is three more than Zhao Hu, so the outcome is unknown.

The two of them punched out together, their true anger was agitated, and dozens of punches were thrown in the blink of an eye, and to everyone's surprise, the two fought each other, purely a competition of strength, without using any moves, just fist to fist.

"These two people respect strength, and they often compete in private, and no one is convinced by the other, and the two of them fight each other, only fighting for strength. A person said to Lin Long.

"I see. Lin Long suddenly realized.

After a stick of incense, both of them are sweating, they have been fighting more than a hundred punches in a row, although it is only a fist competition, but the excitement is not lost in any battle, every punch between the two of them, you can hear the bone click, a piece of light, some female disciples listen to the sound of the bone ringing, the face shows a painful expression, I can't bear to look at it anymore, as if the fist is hitting their body, the pain is on them.