After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

Lin Fengmian shook his head, not thinking much of it.

In any case, Zhao Yun'er is a formidable opponent.

Just then, the voice of the presiding elder on the platform rang out again:

"Next match, number 32, Lin Fengmian, will face Li Feiyu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience erupted in cheers.

The eyes of the newly arrived male disciples were all red.

"It's Lin Fengmian!"

"That's the guy who molested the Holy Maiden yesterday!"

"Hmph, this person must have something on that fairy sister! Otherwise, how could he have entered the outer sect?"

"Exactly! He even used connections yesterday! He must have been up to something shady!"

A group of new disciples were incredibly jealous, each one making their own comments so loud that they wanted the whole room to hear them.

After all, very few men can meet Chu Qingyi and not fall in love with her.

Yesterday, I saw someone dare to "molest" their goddess. How could they tolerate that?

The senior disciples, on the other hand, remained silent, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Damn it, who dares to say a word!

Others might not know the attitudes of the two holy maidens, but how could these old-timers who had been in the sect for several years not know?

That attitude, is it like treating a furnace or cauldron?

Especially that scene on the life-or-death stage that day, Chu Qingyi and Nangong Li almost got into a fight over this kid! And that was in front of the entire sect!

If you offend him, do you still want to stay in the sect?

Moreover, they had already witnessed this kid's strength—

In front of someone's grandfather, he killed Li Cheng, who was at the twelfth level of Qi Refining!

That guy was at the twelfth level of Qi Refining! He was killed without hesitation!

Who would dare to mess with such a ruthless person?

"Senior Brother Li Feiyu, kill him!"

"That's right! Go, Senior Brother Li Feiyu! Let's teach this kid a lesson!"

The new disciples were still shouting, wishing that Li Feiyu would rush up and cripple Lin Fengmian right now.

however--

Upon hearing these words, Li Feiyu on the stage almost collapsed to his knees.

His face turned pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. In his mind, he cursed the ancestors of those new disciples for eighteen generations.

You bunch of little bastards, what are you stirring up trouble for!

That's Lin Fengmian! The one who killed someone on the life-or-death stage that day!

Me, a mere Qi Refining Level 10 noob, going up there would be suicide!

He took a deep breath, and under the stunned gazes of everyone, raised his hand and said in a trembling voice:

"I...I give up!"

"What?!"

The new disciples below the stage immediately erupted in chaos!

"Admit defeat?! Admit defeat before even starting?!"

"There's something fishy going on! There's definitely something fishy going on!"

"Why should I?! How can you admit defeat, Senior Brother Li Feiyu?!"

"That's not fair! This is not fair!"

A group of new disciples were filled with righteous indignation and wished they could rush onto the stage to question him.

The older disciples, however, remained expressionless, inwardly sneering.

Unfair? You don't know anything!

Let you go up there and try it! Let's see if you can still utter the words "unfair"!

From the stands, Xiao Xiyue frowned as she watched this scene.

She had originally planned to see Lin Fengmian make a move to confirm whether the abnormal operation of the technique yesterday was just a coincidence.

But at this moment, all she felt was disappointment.

Sure enough, he's a good-for-nothing who rose to power by relying on women.

He didn't even have the courage to go on stage, and his opponent immediately conceded defeat.

How could someone like that be the kind of genius she wanted?

She shook her head and stopped paying attention.

Lin Fengmian himself remained calm and oblivious to the surrounding noise.

He jumped off the stage, found an inconspicuous corner to sit down, and closed his eyes to rest.

He didn't take the hostility from the new disciples to heart at all.

They're just clowns jumping around; why bother with them?

Next came round after round of elimination matches.

One group of disciples after another stepped onto the stage, and another group of disciples after another were defeated.

Some were happy, some were sad; some were full of vigor, some left in despair.

Soon, the second round began.

This round will basically determine who will be among the top 100 and who will represent the Hehuan Sect in the secret realm.

There are very few new disciples left now.

Apart from Zhao Yun'er and Lin Fengmian, everyone else was eliminated.

"Next match: Zhao Yun'er versus Chen Song!"

Upon hearing this name, the audience immediately perked up.

Zhao Yun'er's performance in the last match was so amazing that everyone wanted to know how far he could go.

The opponent in this match is a veteran disciple, at the peak of the eleventh level of Qi Refining, whose strength is even greater than Wang Mang's.

Everyone expected it to be a fierce battle.

however--

Zhao Yun'er continued to manipulate her opponent with her unpredictable movements and precise wind blades.

From beginning to end, he wasn't even touched on the hem of his clothes!

After several dozen rounds, the opponent was covered in wounds and had no choice but to admit defeat.

"Senior Brother Zhao is awesome!"

"Senior Brother Zhao is too strong!"

The new disciples shouted excitedly.

Although most of them were eliminated, at least Zhao Yun'er was still there to hold things together!

"I think Senior Brother Zhao is the best among our group!"

"Of course! Unless he encounters Lin Fengmian, even Senior Brother Zhao would have to admit defeat! After all, that guy is a 'master' who can make his opponents admit defeat without even going on stage!"

"Hahaha--"

A strange, sarcastic laugh rang out.

Lin Fengmian heard it clearly, but he just shook his head and ignored it.

soon--

"Next match: Lin Fengmian vs. Zhou Yuan!"

Lin Fengmian stood up and lightly leaped onto the arena.

Opposite him was an ordinary-looking male disciple with a Qi Refining level of ten.

Lin Fengmian had assumed that his opponent would also admit defeat directly, just like Li Feiyu.

however--

Zhou Yuan stood firmly in place, staring intently at him, showing no sign of backing down.

"Um?"

Lin Fengmian raised an eyebrow, showing some interest.

The new disciples below the stage immediately became excited!

"Good! Finally, a righteous senior brother has stood up for this and is going to teach this backdoor student a lesson!"

"Go, Senior Brother Zhou Yuan! Beat him to a pulp!"

"Let him know that our Hehuan Sect isn't a place where you can get by just because of connections!"

In the stands, Xiao Xiyue also sat up slightly.

Her gaze fell on Lin Fengmian, wanting to see what this good-for-nothing who rose to power through women actually had.

The elder glanced at the two of them and said in a deep voice:

"The match begins!"

Lin Fengmian was about to clasp his hands in a polite gesture—

However, the next moment——

"boom--!"

Zhou Yuan's aura suddenly erupted!

That spiritual pressure was so strong, how could it be anything more than the tenth level of Qi Refining?!

It is clearly—

Early stage of Foundation Building!

"A Foundation Establishment cultivator?!"

"Isn't that Li Dacheng from the inner sect?!"

Someone in the audience gasped in surprise!

This isn't Zhou Yuan, an outer disciple! It's clearly Li Dacheng, a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the inner sect!

What is he doing here?!