When Lin Yun asked Li Xintang that question, he immediately felt a little guilty.

Zhu Haoran had no idea that he had injured Yan Dashan last time.

Judging from the other person's expression, it seemed they were about to bring up the matter.

However, Li Xintang soon remembered the reason he had come up with and settled down.

“I did go to Uncle-Master Yan’s place some time ago, but it’s not certain whether you are Uncle-Master Yan’s disciple or not. So please stop calling me ‘Master’ all the time…” Li Xintang nodded as he thought this.

"So, it was you who injured my master?" Lin Yun said calmly.

"What?"

"Senior Brother Xintang injured his master? That... Uncle-Master Yan?"

"What's going on?"

Some disciples of the Seven Wounds Sect were surprised.

"Um?"

Zhang Haoran raised an eyebrow.

It seems that Lin Yun's relationship with the Seven Wounds Sect is quite complicated.

"Xintang? What exactly happened?" Zhu Haoran frowned and looked at Li Xintang, asking in a deep voice.

“At that time, I was just sparring with Uncle Yan. It was as if Uncle Yan wanted to test my martial arts skills. Before I left, Uncle Yan was still fine. How could I have injured him? What is your relationship with Uncle Yan? Why are you distorting the truth like this?” Li Xintang frowned.

With a single sentence, he accused Lin Yun of distorting the truth.

"Testing martial arts skills? Turning black into white?" Lin Yun sneered.

Although his master did not tell him the details of what happened that day, he had known his master for more than ten years and understood his master's personality very well. He would never do something like testing someone's martial arts skills unless he was forced to.

Just like later, his master was forced by some words to compete with Wang Jie despite being injured.

Most importantly, when this person spoke, the lie detector on his body indicated that the other person was lying.

"You know the truthfulness of your words yourself. I'm not going to waste my breath on you. Fight me, and we'll call it even," Lin Yun said, shaking his head.

"You want to fight me?" Li Xintang asked, his eyes flashing.

It's quite common in the martial arts world for a disciple to seek revenge after his master is injured. Li Xintang never expected to encounter such a situation today.

However, he was overjoyed at this moment.

From Zhu Haoran's words, he could tell that the other party had only practiced basic boxing techniques and had broken through to the mid-stage of Ming Jin at the age of eighteen... Now, judging from the other party's young age, he should still be in the mid-stage of Ming Jin.

This level of strength would be decent among ordinary people, but it's nothing special for someone at the late stage of Ming Jin.

Even if the opponent is already at the late stage of Ming Jin, so what?

A late-stage Ming Jin practitioner who only knows basic fist techniques?

hehe.

This is practically an opportunity delivered to our doorstep.

Therefore, he's bound to win this time.

If he severely injures the opponent, preferably by breaking their dantian... even if his grandmaster uncle still wants to take them as a disciple, he will probably be powerless to do so.

As for Yan Dashan's situation...

He insists on saying that, so who can say anything?

According to his analysis, given Yan Dashan's personality, he probably wouldn't say anything to refute it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have left the Seven Wounds Sect back then, and he wouldn't have refrained from visiting the Seven Wounds Sect during this period, nor would he have mentioned it in the letter just now.

"What's your name?" Zhu Haoran frowned slightly, looked at Lin Yun, and asked.

"Lin Yi," Lin Yun replied, looking at Zhu Haoran.

If the other party didn't know his name, then the master probably didn't mention his name in the letter, and he just happened to say his current alias.

"Lin Yi, did you participate in the preliminary rounds of the Martial Arts Tournament's Rising Star Competition?" Zhu Haoran asked thoughtfully.

"Yes," Lin Yun nodded.

“You and Xintang are not outsiders, and you are both participating in the Rising Star Competition of this Martial Arts Tournament. It might not be appropriate for you to fight now. Besides, this is a Martial Arts Tournament, and fighting is prohibited outside the arena. The matter between Xintang and Dashan may be a misunderstanding. Would you please let me investigate this matter before making a decision?” Zhu Haoran thought for a moment and said.

"Before..." Just as Lin Yun was about to say something.

"Alright, you can all disperse now. I need to talk to Lin Yi for a bit. Xintang, wait in your room. I have something to ask you later," Zhu Haoran said, looking at the group from the Seven Wounds Sect.

"Yes, Uncle-Master."

"Yes, Grandmaster Uncle."

The disciples of the Seven Wounds Sect all spoke respectfully.

Li Xingui's expression changed several times, but he finally responded and turned to leave.

He felt somewhat resentful.

Just now, he wanted to say that at this martial arts tournament, there are not only those competition arenas where you can fight, but also life-or-death arenas where you can fight.

With so many martial arts practitioners gathering here, some of whom are mortal enemies with irreconcilable hatred, and unable to be bound by the rules of the martial arts tournament, several life-or-death arenas were set up.

If there is a deep-seated hatred that cannot be resolved, they can fight to the death on the arena, provided both parties agree.

The arena of life and death; once you step onto the arena, you bear the consequences of your own actions.

However, after thinking about it, he decided not to say it.

On the one hand, he was afraid that saying this would anger Zhu Haoran.

On the other hand, he was also worried about what Zhu Haoran had just said. He was currently participating in the Rising Star Competition of the Martial Arts Tournament, and it was inconvenient for him to participate in such a duel during this period.

If someone knows his strength and still dares to duel him, they must either be confident or be out of their mind.

In either case, he needs to be careful when dealing with this kind of person.

These three days are crucial for his rise to fame; he must maintain his energy and avoid any mishaps.

With that thought in mind, he left.

Seeing this, Lin Yun frowned but remained silent.

Now that he knew who the other person was and where they lived, he wasn't in a hurry to make a move.

As Zhu Haoran said, this is a martial arts tournament, and fighting is prohibited.

Most importantly, although the other party seriously injured his master and almost killed him, the most important reason was not caused by the other party, but by Wang Jie later.

Therefore, although this is a great enmity, it is not a life-or-death enmity.

Now that his master's close uncle has spoken up, he can't refuse.

Led by Zhu Haoran, the group headed in another direction.

"Lin Yi, I'm sorry, I didn't think things through and caused Da Shan to suffer." Zhu Haoran said apologetically during the journey.

Lin Yun's brow twitched. Did Zhu Haoran know that the new senior brother in the hall had something wrong with what he said?

“Xintang entered the Seven Wounds Sect to learn martial arts at the age of ten. I’ve practically watched him grow up. I have a general understanding of his personality, but I never expected that he would dare to attack Dashan.” Zhu Haoran paused and sighed.

“I can understand you fighting Xintang, but Xintang has been at the late stage of Mingjin for quite some time now. You will probably suffer a loss if you fight him. I can’t let Dashan suffer a loss first, and then let you suffer a loss as well,” Zhu Haoran said.

"After the martial arts tournament, I will find a way to resolve this matter. Also, what I just said still stands; you can become my disciple," Zhu Haoran said, looking at Lin Yun.

"What use is a master who can't make decisions for his disciples?" At this moment, Zhang Haoran, who had been following Lin Yun, spoke up and shook his head.

“Brother Lin, if you want to become an apprentice, you can become my father’s apprentice. It’s definitely better than becoming this person’s apprentice. What do you say?” At this moment, Zhang Haoran looked at Lin Yun, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

He was well aware of how powerful Lin Yi's martial arts talent was. Although his father was a martial arts master who did not easily accept disciples, he was confident that he could persuade his father to accept Lin Yi as his disciple.

If Lin Yi were to become his father's apprentice, his father would definitely make a huge profit.

"Who are you?" Zhu Haoran looked at Zhang Haoran and frowned slightly.

“Zhang Haoran from the Zhang family of Suzhou, my father is Zhang Wentian,” Zhang Haoran said calmly.

"The Zhang family of Suzhou, Zhang Wentian? Your father is Master Zhang of Suzhou?" Zhu Haoran's expression changed slightly, and he asked in surprise.

Although he has already advanced to the peak of Dark Force, seemingly only one step away from Transformation Force, it is precisely this one step that keeps countless powerful martial artists stuck at this level.

Furthermore, he had just advanced to the peak of Dark Force, and he was far from being a Grandmaster of Transformation Force in terms of strength, status, and influence.

“Not bad.” Zhang Haoran tilted his head slightly, his expression proud.

"I didn't expect you to be Master Zhang's son. Is what you just said true? Can you really get Master Zhang to accept Lin Yi as his disciple?" Zhu Haoran cupped his hands and said.

He had met Zhang Wentian before. As he spoke, he looked Zhang Haoran up and down and found that he did indeed resemble Zhang Wentian somewhat. In addition, he also began to notice the two attendants who were always following "Lin Yi" and Zhang Haoran.

Upon noticing this, he immediately realized that the two men seemed to be quite strong, at least at the level of internal strength. He assumed they were Zhang Haoran's followers, which made him even more convinced of Zhang Haoran's identity.

“As long as Brother Lin agrees, there will be absolutely no problem with my father.” Zhang Haoran looked at Lin Yun and smiled.

"I'm used to being a carefree person, and I don't plan to take on any apprenticeships anytime soon, so please forgive me," Lin Yun said with a slight smile.

Zhu Haoran was stunned. He wanted to become a disciple of a martial arts master, but the master didn't even want him.

Soon, Zhu Haoran smiled bitterly to himself.

If the other party doesn't even respect martial arts grandmasters, then there's no need to mention him, who is at the peak of internal energy.

Zhang Haoran sighed inwardly.

He knew... this matter wouldn't go so smoothly. "Lin Yi" must have another master, otherwise, how could "Lin Yi" have two such powerful people by his side? However, he hadn't had much hope to begin with, so he wasn't too disappointed now that Lin Yun had refused.

Soon, Zhu Haoran led Lin Yun and his group to a side room, and Zhu Haoran asked Lin Yun to go in with him.

"I have two bottles of medicinal wine here. You can take one to your master, and keep the other one for yourself. It should be of great benefit to your current martial arts level," Zhu Haoran said, taking two bottles of wine from somewhere and handing them to Lin Yun.

As he spoke, he took out a piece of cloth and wrapped the two bottles of wine. This was a martial arts tournament with many martial artists, and these two bottles of wine were very precious. If someone saw the packaging, it was inevitable that someone would have designs on them.

"This is... Azure Cloud Supreme?" Lin Yun asked with slight surprise upon seeing the appearance of the two bottles of wine.

These two bottles of wine are the Qingyun Supreme that he sells at the Qingyun Hotel and Qingyun Restaurant.