"puff……"

Zhao Yibai was kicked away by Lin Yi, and the old blood accumulated in his chest could no longer be suppressed, so he opened his mouth and spit out.

For a moment, it seemed like a bloody rain in the air.

The monks in the audience dodged one after another, fearing that they would be splashed with blood.

As a result, a vacuum area was formed under the stage. Zhao Yibai was very unlucky to fall on the open space. The paper sword in his hand had been burned into ashes by the dragon fire, leaving only a pitiful hilt of the sword, and white smoke was still emitting from the hilt of the sword.

Zhao Yibai, who has always been arrogant, has never suffered such a great humiliation? The paper sword that he relied on for fame was burned, and all kinds of injuries were covered with all his body. What annoyed him even more was that the kick Lin Yi stepped on his face. This kick made Zhao Yibai angry and fainted on the spot.

Immediately, the Thunder Clan Deacon led the deacon disciples to come forward and carried Zhao Yibai to seek medical treatment.

Another deacon disciple came to the stage and announced the result of the battle.

"The Eastern Gym, the winner of the first game of the third round was Lin Yi No. 100. After defeating Zhao Yibai, Lin Yi temporarily scored 3 points."

As soon as the result was announced, everyone discovered that Lin Yi was the first monk to win 3 points.

After Lin Yi stepped down, he naturally had to avoid social engagements.

Qin Nitian saw Lin Yi being surrounded by many monks in the distance, like stars holding the moon, and he was so angry that he couldn't turn his nose into a crooked manner.

"There are no tigers and monkeys in the mountains to be called kings! Lin Yi, the opponents you met before are really too weak, I don't believe you can win four games in a row." Qin Nitian said gritting his teeth.

At this time, Qin Zhantian said lightly from the side: "My brother, I have told you so many times. Be calm when encountering things and don't be blinded by anger at any time, otherwise, it will only make you make stupid judgments."

"Lin Yi can win three games in a row, but there are still a few tricks. We should despise him strategically, but we must not take it lightly in tactical terms. I want to see who can stimulate all Lin Yi's methods in the next battle."

Qin Nitian immediately had a teaching expression on his face, and he kept saying yes.

Zong Mingyi and Zong Mingde were also talking about Lin Yi at this moment.

"Mingde, don't you say that Lin Yi's cultivation is mediocre, so it's not worth worrying? Why did he win three games in a row and even Yibai of the Paper Sword? It's not easy for Lin Yi to say." Zong Mingyi said in a deep voice.

"Uh... Brother Mingyi, I don't know what medicine Lin Yi took wrong. He was so powerful today. However, look at his cultivation level, he is a real sixth-level martial artist. As for why he won three games in a row, I think it was completely the dragon fire he released that was making fun of."

Zong Mingde observed Lin Yi and said to Zong Mingyi very seriously: "I think that once you face Lin Yi, as long as you can prevent him from setting fire, you will definitely defeat him."

Zong Mingyi pondered for a moment, nodded, and smiled and said, "It's not bad, it makes sense."

Next, Qin Zhantian, Liu Fengwu, Yu Ji, Zong Mingyi, Tang Tianyu and others all defeated their opponents one after another, and all scored 3 points.

The third round of the battle ended soon. After the fourth round of the battle began, Lin Yi encountered a very strange opponent. The opponent's weapon was a huge black stylus.

"My name is Wu Luan, I am from the Holy Land of Pomo. I heard that you captured my cousin Wu You. Lin Yi, I advise you to hand over Wu You. Otherwise, it would be not a fun thing to become an enemy of the Holy Land of Pomo Land."

Wu Luan held a pen in his hand, carried his hands on his back, and looked at Lin Yi with a arrogant look on his face.

As soon as Wu Luan said this, it immediately caused a sensation in the audience.

"What? Wu Luan actually comes from the Holy Land of Pomodoro? A century-old family, a thousand-year-old sect, and a ten-year-old holy land. Every place known as a holy land is a sacred place where saints have been released. Lin Yi actually provoked people from the Holy Land of Pomodororo?"

"Now there is a good show. Lin Yi has provoked the people from the Holy Land of the Ink, and he has suffered this time."

At this moment, whether it was the monks watching the audience or the many judges on the judges' seat, almost everyone was surprised to look at Wu Luan on the ring.

Wu Luan enjoyed this feeling of attention. He carried his hands on his back and looked at Lin Yi with contempt, and said proudly: "Lin Yi, are you afraid? If you are afraid, immediately kneel down and kowtow three times and hand Wu You to me. I may consider letting the Holy Land of Splashing Ink will let you go."

When he said this, the audience suddenly became quiet. In an instant, everyone's eyes were all looking at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi smiled coldly and asked back, "By your words and deeds, can you represent the entire Holy Land of Splashing Ink? You open your mouth and close it and make me let Wu You go. Do you know why I imprisoned Wu You?"

As soon as Lin Yi said this, everyone around him was shocked. They never dreamed that Lin Yi would not show any mercy to the Holy Land of Splashing Ink.

Even Wu Luan was slightly stunned, and then he became angry and embarrassed.

Just when he was about to make a statement and criticize Lin Yi, Lin Yi said first: "On August 15th, Qin Fengzong took advantage of the crown of my saint of Mingzhu Sect to attack my Mingzhu Sect. Wu You accompanied Qin Fengzong's army to break into the Lingshan of Mingzhu Sect, slaughtered countless disciples of my Mingzhu Sect, and burned and destroyed countless buildings of my Mingzhu Sect. You are so arrogant that you are not interested in the Holy Land. Why do you imprison Wu You, but you are nervous?"

"I would like to ask? Is the Holy Land of Ink Splashing the Holy Land of Saints? Or the Holy Land of Ink Splashing the Bad? Is it the Holy Land of Ink Splashing the Demons to Defend the Demons? Or the Holy Land of Ink Splashing the Ink Splashing the Sect that tolerate evil spirits?" Lin Yi shouted at the top of his lungs.

Wu Luan's mouth and eyes trembled violently. He was so angry that he had already lost his previous majesty. He pointed at Lin Yi and said sternly: "Good you Lin Yi! He actually insulted me in the Holy Land of Ink. I will definitely kill you to sacrifice to my Holy Ancestor in the sky!"

"Let's take action, don't be so upright." Lin Yi said coldly: "Wu Luan, you only represent yourself. You can't represent the entire ink-splashing holy land, nor can you represent the beautiful and beautiful Wu Sheng. Everyone knows your dirty thoughts, but they just want to go further in the human list."

When Wu Luan heard this, he was so angry that he was not mad.

"Okay, Lin Yi! I know why so many people say you are arrogant. You are really arrogant enough. You don't even see the Holy Land of Splashing Ink."

As he spoke, Wu Luan's aura suddenly increased.

"Today, I will teach you a lesson and let you know that the Holy Land of Ink is sacred and inviolable!"

After saying that, Wu Luan waved a thick iron pen in his hand and chanted: "The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows into the sea and never returns!"

With his arms raised, he outlined a river of heaven in the void, and the surging water of the river of heaven roared and hit Lin Yi.

A burst of exclamations suddenly echoed from the audience.

"What a great painting skill, Wu Luan combined painting skill with vitality to evolve into a river of heaven, rolling river of heaven, rushing into the sea, with a surging momentum and surging waves. He is worthy of being a peak martial artist and a strong man who came out of the Holy Land of Ink Splashing."
Chapter completed!