After participating in ten matches, Lin Yun and Zhang Haoran's preliminary rounds were over.
They went together to a hotel at the foot of the mountain.
The preliminary round rankings will not be known until tomorrow.
"Huh? Is that the person I was competing against earlier?"
In the hotel lobby, Zhang Haoran suddenly looked at a figure and exclaimed in surprise.
Lin Yun also looked over and immediately felt it was quite a coincidence.
Because the other party was the Seven Wounds Sect disciple who fought against Zhang Haoran.
At this moment, the person was in the middle of a group of people, talking to some of them. Judging from their identical sect-specific clothing, they should belong to the same sect.
Could it be that all these people are members of the Seven Wounds Sect?
Lin Yun thought to himself.
"Guangwei, don't be discouraged. You're only twenty-four now. Five years from now, you'll be twenty-nine. By then, you'll definitely be able to break through to the late stage of Ming Jin. In the next martial arts tournament and the new talent competition, your name will definitely be among the top 100." Just then, a middle-aged man patted the man on the shoulder and said with a smile.
"Yes, Uncle-Master," the man said dejectedly.
"This martial arts tournament depends on Xintang. Xintang has mastered the Seven Injury Fist and is a formidable force even among those in the late Ming Jin realm. If Xintang wins seven rounds in the preliminary rounds, he will definitely be among the top 100. Let's see how far Xintang goes in tomorrow's ranking matches..." The middle-aged man nodded and looked at another older young man, smiling as he spoke.
"Seven wins in the preliminary round, Senior Brother Xintang is awesome! I think he will definitely advance to the top fifty this time, or even the top thirty."
"Yes, yes, this year, Senior Brother Xintang is only twenty-six years old, yet he has already reached his current level. Looking at the martial arts world, he is truly a genius..."
"It's a pity that Senior Brother Xintang is twenty-six years old today. If he were a year younger, he could participate in the next martial arts tournament in five years. At that time, Senior Brother Xintang would definitely have reached the peak of Ming Jin. At that level, he would even have a chance to compete for the top ten..."
Around them, some young men smiled and spoke, their tone carrying a hint of flattery.
At the late stage of Ming Jin's life, at twenty-six years old, he has a bright future ahead of him. If they curry favor with him now, they may benefit greatly in the future.
"Uncle-Master and fellow disciples, you flatter me. This martial arts tournament brings together martial arts geniuses from all over the country. My strength is really nothing..." The new senior brother said with a smile, waving his hands repeatedly.
That's what he said, but his expression didn't show much shame; instead, he seemed rather smug.
At the age of 26, Ming Jin had won seven matches in the preliminary rounds, so he certainly had reason to be proud.
His martial arts talent and strength, if placed in one place, would make him a martial arts genius and a martial arts master.
"Junior Brother Guangwei's strength is actually not bad, he just had bad luck. However, there is a revival competition later. Guangwei will definitely pass if he participates. At that time, we brothers will bring glory to our sect together..." Then, the new senior brother looked at the young man named Guangwei and said with a smile.
"Thank you for your comfort, Senior Brother Xintang. I was indeed unlucky in the preliminary round. I will definitely pass the revival round," said Junior Brother Guangwei, his tone filled with gratitude.
Seeing this, Lin Yun shook his head slightly.
That guy named Guangwei, however, has poor judgment and a dull mind. He actually thought the other party was genuinely trying to comfort him.
Actually, that new senior brother was just trying to highlight his magnanimity.
Lin Yun didn't need to use the lie detector on his body to analyze this; his powerful mental strength was enough to sense it.
However, Lin Yun quickly came to terms with it.
No, not everyone has such strong mental power as him.
Furthermore, even if what the other person says isn't sincere, it still sounds pleasant.
All I can say is that this person is very good at interpersonal relationships, and such people are easily popular.
Indeed, as the new senior brother spoke, while some people's attention shifted to the junior brother Guangwei, many more people admired the new senior brother even more.
He won, but he wasn't arrogant; instead, he comforted others. How could people not admire such a person?
"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you..."
Just then, a voice came.
A young man appeared among them, with a handsome face, a medium height, and very bright eyes.
This young man was naturally Lin Yun.
Since he had encountered so many people from the Seven Wounds Sect, he had no choice but to come up and ask them.
Although Zhang Haoran's opponent was also there, and perhaps he didn't have a good impression of them, with so many people, it's impossible for everyone to have a bad impression of them, right?
"Brother Lin, what's going on...?"
Behind Lin Yun, Zhang Haoran followed closely, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
He didn't know why Lin Yun had approached these people. Could it be that he overheard their discussions and wanted to say something? Judging from these people, some of them were quite powerful. If Lin Yun said something unpleasant, it could cause some trouble.
"It's you!"
Just then, Guangwei, the junior brother, recognized Zhang Haoran and immediately said angrily.
"Senior Brother Guangwei, do you know them?"
"Junior Brother Guangwei, are they looking for you?"
Some young people were surprised.
"It's him. He just narrowly defeated me. What are you doing here now? Trying to humiliate me?" Guangwei pointed at Zhang Haoran, snorted coldly, and said.
"What? You managed to defeat Senior Brother Guangwei by a single move, and now you're here to humiliate me?"
"What audacity!"
"You really think we, the Seven Wounds Sect, are easy to bully!"
Some young people immediately erupted in anger.
"What? You think winning isn't enough? You've come knocking again?" The new senior brother smiled slightly, walked over, and said.
"You've misunderstood. I have something I'd like to discuss with Senior Zhu Haoran of the Seven Injury Sect. I wonder if your sect is the Seven Injury Sect? If so, has Senior Zhu Haoran attended this martial arts tournament?" Lin Yun cupped his hands and said.
"You're looking for Master Zhu?" the new senior brother asked, his eyes flickering slightly.
"What a joke! Who is Master Zhu? He's not someone anyone can just see whenever they want. You're really talking big." A young man sneered.
"Kid, get lost, don't get in our way," a young man who was on good terms with Guangwei said impatiently.
After learning that someone close to Lin Yun had defeated his friend, causing his friend to lose the chance to advance in the preliminary round, he developed a very bad impression of Lin Yun and Zhang Haoran.
Lin Yun frowned slightly.
Unexpectedly, so many of the disciples of his master's sect, the Seven Wounds Sect, were of such poor character.
"Shut up!" At this moment, the middle-aged man glared at his young disciples and shouted.
Then, he looked at Lin Yun, cupped his hands slightly, and said politely, "Young brother, may I ask your background? What brings you to Uncle Zhu?"
It wasn't that he was easygoing; rather, this was a national martial arts tournament, gathering disciples from martial arts sects and families across the country, including many figures that their Seven Injury Sect couldn't afford to offend.
Although the Seven Injury Sect is not weak, it is nothing compared to the entire Chinese martial arts world.
When speaking here, if you don't know the other person's background, you can't be too arrogant.
"My master, Yan Dashan, was once a disciple of the Seven Wounds Sect. I am here on my master's orders to extend my greetings to Senior Zhu and to deliver a letter to him," Lin Yun said calmly.
"Yan Dashan? Your master is Yan Dashan?" A glint flashed in the eyes of the new senior brother, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Brother Lin is a disciple of the Seven Wounds Sect? No, Brother Lin's master was once a disciple of the Seven Wounds Sect?"
Behind Lin Yun, Zhang Haoran was also slightly surprised.
He thought Lin Yun was very skilled and probably came from a famous sect... He never expected that Lin Yun's master had only been to the Seven Wounds Sect... The Seven Wounds Sect was not a famous sect.
Could it be that Brother Lin's master later joined another sect?
Zhang Haoran thought to himself.
However, it may not be so. There have been many martial arts geniuses in history. Lin Yi could memorize all of his family's moves after seeing him perform them once, and he could also analyze many of the mistakes. His martial arts talent is definitely very high.
Therefore, even if Lin Yi comes from a humble background, he may still be able to cultivate to a very high level of strength.
Yan Dashan… Zhang Haoran silently repeated this name several times in his mind. He had never heard of this name in the martial arts world and didn’t know anything about it.
However, he had heard of Zhu Haoran, the senior who shared the same name as him.
One of the elders of the Seven Wounds Sect, he is very famous in the area where the sect is located and in the surrounding region. He is also well-known in the entire martial arts world. It is said that he has reached the peak of the Dark Force realm some time ago.
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