Chapter 1917 It’s too easy to win

"Boy, you are no match for me, just admit defeat and step down!"

The young man in red robe looked at Ye Yun contemptuously, smiled and shook his head, with a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

"Is it?"

Ye Yun smiled softly. He naturally saw what the red-robed young man was thinking, so he walked over slowly, smiling as he walked: "How do you know that I am not your opponent before we fight?"

"Ha ha!"

The young man in red robe crossed his arms and sneered: "Boy, you are only at the second level of the Immortal Realm. I am already at the sixth level of the Immortal Realm! There is a gap of four small realms. Do you think you have a chance of winning?"

"I think I can give it a try..."

Ye Yun suppressed the smile in his heart and said casually.

Seeing the young man in white in front of him being so arrogant, the young man in red was also a little angry. He had given the other party enough face, but the other party still didn't know what to do.

"Okay, I'll make it happen for you."

The young man in red robe snorted coldly and slapped him in the air.

call!

A powerful force instantly vibrated in the void, sweeping towards Ye Yun like a gust of wind.

Ye Yun walks against the wind.

This gust of wind was of no avail to him.

"How can this be?"

Seeing that his volley attack failed, the red-robed young man glared fiercely, with a look of horror in his eyes.

It seemed that the young man in white was far stronger than he thought.

"Take my stick!"

The young man in red robe put away his contempt and hit Ye Yun with a stick.

The stick was powerful and heavy, like a python moving out. The shadow of the stick was heavy and turned into a thick black cloud, shrouding it with a roar.

Ye Yun took action like lightning and thrust into the black cloud.

boom!

With a loud bang, Ye Yun slapped the black stick with one hand.

A powerful force shocked the red-robed young man's hands, making it difficult for him to hold tightly, and the black stick flew away from his hands.

His whole body was also shaken by this force and he fell back repeatedly. He retreated more than ten feet before regaining his balance.

"The stick has flown away, do you still want to continue beating?"

Ye Yun's voice sounded softly.

"this……"

The young man in red robe was blushing with embarrassment and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

It turned out that he had underestimated the young man in white. This man must have hidden his cultivation, otherwise he would not have been able to defeat him so easily.

The young man in red robe reached out and grabbed the stick that fell in the distance, then jumped down from the ring.

"Still somewhat self-aware..."

Ye Yun smiled faintly, feeling calm and left the ring.

In this first round of auditions, there are probably more than 20,000 battles going on at the same time, some ending quickly and some ending slowly.

On the arena, there is a unique monitoring formation to record the battle situation.

Once someone wins, an extra horizontal bar will appear on the token.

An hour later, the first round of auditions was completely over.

Half of the 40,000 people were eliminated.

In the first round of auditions, Baguio and Qiao Yuanshan's opponents were not strong, and they easily advanced.

After the first round of auditions, these Daoists who advanced began to repair and recover.

After a day, the second round of auditions began.

In this round of auditions, Ye Yun also won easily. His opponent was still a man at the sixth level of the Immortal Realm.

"It was too easy to win..."

Ye Yun floated down from the ring with a faint smile.

The two opponents in a row have not surpassed the sixth level of the Immortal Realm.

What Ye Yun didn't expect was that in the next third and fourth games, the opponents he encountered were all at the seventh level of the Immortal Realm.

Ye Yun also won these two games respectively.

"Junior brother Ye, your luck is so good, right?"

On the square, Qiao Yuanshan looked at Ye Yun enviously.

In the fourth match, he met a young man who was at the peak of the eighth level of the Immortal Realm. The opponent was also extremely powerful and a master of swordsmanship.

After a fierce battle, Qiao Yuanshan finally won the victory with difficulty at the cost of a slight injury.

Baguio's opponents were also very strong, and they also spent a certain amount of money before luckily winning the fourth battle.

Facing the fifth battle, both of them felt unsure.

Because as more and more people are eliminated, it is very likely that in the fifth battle, they will encounter a stronger person.

"I don't know why, but the organizers of competitions always arrange weak opponents for me..."

Looking at Qiao Yuanshan, Ye Yun smiled and shook his head.

There is a certain probability in the audition, but in Ye Yun's first four games, every time there was a chance that he would encounter someone with a low level of cultivation.

If it were anyone else, I would probably wake up laughing in my dreams.

After the fourth audition.

There were only more than 2,000 people left in the square. Some of the injured swallowed healing elixirs and took the time to treat them.

This time the rest period was extended to three days.

Three days later, the fifth audition officially began.

Ye Yun flew to the ring.

Opposite him stood a tall young man in silver robes.

This person's cultivation is at the peak of the seventh level of the Immortal Realm.

"Ha, am I so lucky? The opponents I encountered in the first four games were not very high in cultivation. But in the last game, their cultivation was so low. This is a sure way for me to advance..."

As soon as the young man in silver robe saw Ye Yun, he burst into laughter, his smile was bright, and he could see that he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

The opponents he encountered in the previous four games were only at the sixth level of the Immortal Realm, so he advanced easily.

I originally thought that I would be defeated in the final battle, but what I didn't expect was that the opponent's cultivation level was only at the second level of the Immortal Realm.

This level of cultivation is too low.

"Boy, you're so lucky, aren't you? You're only on the second level of the Immortal Realm, but you managed to break into the fifth round of auditions!"

The young man in silver robe looked at Ye Yun and said with a weird smile.

"Oh, you don't have any strength, can you break in just by luck? What a pig head..."

Ye Yun couldn't help but laugh.

In this fifth audition, his opponent is still very weak, not even at the eighth level of the Immortal Realm. It seems that his luck is really good.

Presumably with such incredible luck, even if Ye Yun didn't use other means, the Shifang Sin Sword could still be taken under his command, right?

"You have some strength, but you are also very lucky. You must not be strong against your opponents in the first four games..."

Seeing Ye Yun's arrogance, the silver-robed young man snorted angrily and suddenly launched an attack.

Swish... His figure suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, a green shadow of a sword fell down overwhelmingly.

Ye Yun also drew his sword.

Starlight flashed in the sky, and the sword shadow disappeared all over the sky. Then the young man in silver robe was hit by the sword and fell from the mid-air.

"What a powerful swordsmanship!"

The young man in silver robe was bleeding, but he didn't care. He looked at Ye Yun and said with a shocked expression: "When did the Ninth Grade Sword Sect have such a powerful way?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get down."

Ye Yun hit the sword with a wave of his hand and said unceremoniously.

"Alas!" The silver-robed young man sighed, turned around and flew away from the ring.

Ye Yun took out the token and found that there was another horizontal bar on it. He couldn't help but smile on his face and it fell from the air.

After waiting in the square for a long time, Baguio fell down from the ring. She was covered in injuries and her green clothes were stained red. It was obvious that her injuries were serious.

"Junior Brother Ye, I failed."

After Baguio swallowed a few healing pills, she said sadly.

"It doesn't matter, senior sister, the Shifang Sin Sword can't escape anyway, and it will eventually belong to my ninth-grade sword sect..."

Ye Yun smiled softly.

Since Baguio has failed, according to the rules, she must leave this circular square.

Baguio said goodbye to Ye Yun, left the circular area, found a position on the outside, and began to heal.