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There were a total of thirty-six members of the Lin Family participating in the Family Competition, and all of them were under the age of fifteen. The weakest among them was at the sixth level of the Houtian realm, and the majority of the weakest were disciples of the side branches. After the Great Elder announced the start of the battle, the young disciples of the thirty-six Lin Clan were all extremely excited.

Everyone hoped that their luck was good and that they wouldn't run into someone too strong before the competition.

Just at this moment, Great Elder Lin Tianhai finished speaking, and he divided the thirty-six tokens among the Lin Family disciples. Right at this moment, Great Elder Lin Tianhai finished speaking, and he divided the thirty-six tokens among the Lin Family disciples, and then divided the thirty-six tokens among the Lin Family disciples.

With three points, that was to say, he had lost the first three matches. This meant that he no longer had the qualifications to participate, and there was only one battle between the two of them.

"The first round of the Family Competition …" Lin Buqun versus Lin Mintian, please come on stage. " The Great Elder announced. Lin Mintian was extremely depressed. He was from the Lin Family and had cultivated to the peak of the seventh level of the Houtian realm. He could be considered a genius among the disciples from the other branches, but who would have thought that he would run into one of the two great talents of the Lin Family, Lin Qun. After the two had gone up on stage, Lin Mintian directly said, "I admit defeat." Lin Qun's face was expressionless, as if all of this was natural. In his heart, there was no one in the Lin Family's younger generation who could match him.

Although Lin Bi Yao's cultivation level was the same as his, he still had the confidence to defeat her. Because he was a genius, he had his own confidence. When he stepped down from the stage, he glanced at Lin Bufan.

Lin Bufan also saw him and a sneer appeared on his face. Even though he no longer held Lin Qun in high regard, he did not mind teaching him a lesson.

It turned out that most of them were all hot-headed, thinking that if their luck was good, they would be able to obtain the top ten rewards for the competition. However, now that they saw Lin Mintian admit defeat before the match even began, it caused them to wake up from their stupor.

In the end, a generous reward still depended on one's own ability.

"Second round of the Family Competition …" "Lin Bufeng against Lin Xiaoguo." The Great Elder announced. Two figures flew out from different directions of the drill ground, and through the crowd of people, landed on the stage. Both of them were at the sixth level of the Postnatal realm, which was the lowest level in the family meeting.

The two of them clasped their fists and bowed to each other before drawing their swords. The intense battle then began.

The two's sword techniques were both extremely swift. If one wanted to win, only one among them was faster than the other's sword. Lin Bufan stared at the battle on the stage as he thought in his heart.

Lin Befeng and Lin Befeng's swords continuously collided. It had already been an incense stick of time, and the battle was still in full swing. Not a single person lost.

"Unordinary, who do you think will win?" Lin Bi Yao asked. Lin Bufan looked at the fairy-like Lin Bi Yao and smiled, "I think it should be Lin Bufeng!" Lin Bufeng … Lin Bi Yao looked at the stage again. Indeed, in less than a quarter of an hour, Lin Bufeng's sword had already reached Lin Bufeng's lower body. Lin Xiaogao was continuously being pushed back, and in a short while, Lin Bufeng had reached the edge of the stage.

"Boom!"

Lin Bufeng viciously swung his heavy sword at Lin Bufeng. Lin Xiaoguo was sent flying like a bird with its wings cut off. He landed on the ground below the arena.

"Wah!"

He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Lin Bufeng looked at the injured Lin Xiaoguo and said, "Young Gao, I'm sorry for offending you." At this time, the Great Elder announced the victory of Lin Bufeng in the second round. "The third match …"

In the following matches, Lin Bufan watched carefully as he replaced himself with someone else. He quickly switched opponents and tried to figure out how he should counter and counter the opponent's moves more directly and effectively.

As the matches continued, Lin Bi Yao also entered into the arena stage. Like Lin Buqun, her opponent directly admitted defeat. At this moment, the Great Elder's voice rang out once again, "The eleventh match, Lin Buhua against Lin Buhua."

Lin Buhua was slightly stunned. He never thought that his opponent would be Lin Buhua, who he beat up a few months ago. When Lin Buhua heard that his opponent was Lin Bufan, he was extremely scared. He knew that Lin Buhua already had a mortal body at the eighth level of the Refinement Realm, so he was sure that …

Even though he wasn't a match for the other party, he had no choice but to admit defeat. He braced himself and walked up to the arena.

"The martial arts competition begins." The Great Elder shouted.

Lin Buhua pulled out his sword as he stared at Lin Bufan. Then, he quickly dashed towards him and executed the Great Sun Sword Technique.

"Gold Day Strangle!"

Lin Buhua's sword released a golden light that filled the sky, as if it was aided by the sun, as he quickly dashed towards Lin Buhua. Lin Buhua looked at Lin Buhua's grand display, and inwardly, he sighed with emotion at the Lin Family's Great Sun Art and Great Sun Sword Technique.

Lin Buhua did not panic at all when he saw that Lin Buhua was about to arrive right in front of him. In his eyes, although Lin Buhua's moves were extremely powerful, they were full of holes due to lack of practice. Lin Bufan used half of his strength to push his fists forward.

"Tiger Break!"

Lin Buhua was shocked. He could not believe that Lin Buhua would dare to use his fist to block his sword. He sneered in his heart and said: "Lin Bufan, since you are courting death, don't blame me for this." The people below the stage were all shocked. They felt as if they could see Lin Bufan's palm being sliced off by a sword.

"Rumble …"

Lin Buhua was forced back a full five steps or six steps by Lin Buhua's fist before he stopped, while Lin Buhua stood on the same spot like a normal person, not even his skin was broken, let alone the fact that his palm was cut off. Lin Buhua could not imagine how Lin Buhua's physical body could be so strong, since it could directly collide with his treasured sword without getting hurt, he was afraid and fearful, but Lin Buhua was not going to care about him, he was like a weapon in human form.

He once again charged towards Lin Buhua.

"Tiger's Pounce!" "Death Whirlwind!"

However, no matter how much he tried to block, he was unable to do anything. Lin Bufan's moves were overbearing and powerful, and with his powerful soul force, he could feel the weakness of Lin Buhua's sword technique. In two consecutive moves, he had forcefully knocked Lin Bufan off the stage.

When the audience saw Lin Buhua being so easily defeated by Lin Buhua, their eyes were filled with astonishment. They could not imagine how someone who could not cultivate true energy could be so powerful.