I can't help it, I have no choice but to become a god all the way

Chapter 27 Lin Hao
The golden ball was obtained by Xuanzong's group. In the subsequent snatching process, Zazong's group tried their best, but failed to achieve what they wanted, and paid a heavy price.

Kaimai lower rank was seriously injured, body refining eighth level was seriously injured, but the three people who were in the lower realm of body refining fifth, sixth and seventh level were also injured, but the injuries were relatively light.

The other venue is similar.

The golden ball was obtained by Xuanzong's group, and they successfully kept the golden ball and put it on another high platform.

In Xuanzong's group of six people, four were seriously injured and two were slightly injured. Among them, during the snatching process, the eighth layer of body training was attacked by three opponents. They were hit on the face, lower back, and abdomen at the same time, and passed out on the spot.

The spectators on the sidelines formed a double sky of ice and fire. Everyone in Zazong seemed to be covered by a dark cloud, their faces turned black and their aura was heavy, while everyone in Xuanzong was cheering.

With the participation of Xuanzong's three hundred disciples, the second round of re-election is no longer a simple general election for inner sects, but a duel between disciples of two sects. Even in the minds of many people in the miscellaneous sect, the outcome of the latter is better than The former is more important.

The faces of more than a dozen deacons in the supervisory field were not very good. In the two confrontations, Xuanzong's two groups cooperated tacitly and struck fiercely. It is not necessary to think about it, but it must have been prepared in advance.

On the high platform, Guo Huai and the other five of course also noticed it, and they were certain in their hearts that Shi Junjie's proposal was not a temporary idea, but premeditated.

But the deal is done, so we can only continue.

Considering it a big baptism for the disciples of the outer sect, it may not be a good thing for the sect.

If the world of practice is compared to the battlefield, the sect is an army, and being strong is the kingly way to survive on the battlefield, and what makes you strong is not at all recharging your energy, but going through hundreds of battles.

In the next two confrontations, Zazong's two teams only won the gold ball once, and all were injured again during the fight.

Two of them at the Opening Vein Realm suffered the heaviest injuries, both of which were surrounded by three people, one passed out on the spot, and the other fell to the ground, with blood spurting from the mouth.

The miscellaneous sects watching the battle from the sidelines became more and more agitated, everyone in Xuanzong became more excited, and the supervisor's face became more and more unsightly.

Guo Huai and the others remained calm until the next two confrontations. Luo Yi, who was the highest-level disciple among the outer sect disciples, was encircled by four people in the process of snatching the golden ball. After hitting the abdomen with a punch, he fell to the ground miserably, his whole body convulsed.

An elder of the Wutang finally couldn't help but said: "It's getting late, let's call it a day."

In the six confrontations, all the six pulse-opening realms on Zazong's side were injured, and four of them were carried out of the field. One can imagine the severity of the injuries.

You must know that among the disciples of the outer sect, the pulse-opening state is the quasi-inner sect disciple, and Luo Yi almost must enter the inner sect.

Among them, if there are too many people who are seriously injured or have their roots injured, the quality of the inner sect general election will be greatly reduced this time, and it will definitely be a disaster rather than a blessing for the sect.

Everything has a degree.

Guo Huai and the others looked at each other and nodded silently one after another. It was indeed to the point where they had to stop.

Today's confrontation was originally scheduled for ten games, but it was shortened to six games and ended hastily.

"Lin Ansheng." Amidst the grievances and catharsis of the Zongzong people, Lin Ansheng left the stage with the Zongcooks. As soon as he left the martial arts arena, he heard someone calling his name. He turned his head and saw a mysterious character. A young man in a martial robe pushed his way through the crowd.

That is, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slender figure, a handsome face, and a hint of determination in his eyes.

Seeing that handsome face, Lin Ansheng was a little stunned, the memory of the original body came back in his mind, and he frowned.

The young man is the second son of the Lin family, Lin Hao, who is also the original cousin in name.

Compared with the domineering high-profile of Lin's parents and grandchildren, Lin Hao is much more low-key, but this low-key is not really low-key, but young and mature, with hidden edge and darker scheming.

Lin Ansheng didn't want to have any more contact with the Lin family, but they still met after all.

Lin Hao walked closer, looked at Lin Ansheng a few times, and seeing that the latter did not speak, he smiled warmly and said, "Why, I don't recognize my appearance anymore."

Lin Ansheng shook his head: "I have been removed from the family tree by the Lin family, and I have no relationship with the Lin family."

Lin Hao was a little surprised. He didn't expect Lin Ansheng to draw a clear line when he opened his mouth. Looking at that calm little face, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of strangeness.

"Back then when you disappeared suddenly, the Lin family searched all over Anyi."

"I'll say it again, I have nothing to do with the Lin family. I can't remember who you are, and I don't want to."

Lin Ansheng interrupted him directly, his tone was so indifferent and impersonal, when meeting someone he didn't want to see, hypocrisy and politeness were just superfluous, just let the other party see his attitude clearly.

After speaking, he started to leave.

There was a glint of gloom in Lin Hao's eyes, but he didn't give up. He quickly caught up and said, "I came here to find you, just a few words, just listen."

He stopped being hypocritical and polite, and leaned closer, and said in a low voice that the two of them could hear: "Three of my five senior brothers and sisters in Xuanzong died tragically, one of them is still missing, and the other is still seriously injured. The son of the Zongzong is the biggest suspect, and my Zongzong Deacon Shen lost his arm because of you, don’t think that you will be fine if you hide in the Zongzong, the blood debt must be paid in blood."

"A word to your senior brothers and sisters. Be careful in the team confrontation tomorrow. I personally give you another suggestion. You also give it to them. Quit wisely. You have seen the few confrontations today. Unless there is a miracle, otherwise Luo Yi, the highest-level disciple of your miscellaneous sect, is abolished."

After finishing speaking, he gave Lin Ansheng a sneer and turned around to leave.

Lin Ansheng looked at his back steadily, his eyes were a little cold.

Nearly two hours later.

Zong Chef.

After counting the proceeds of Xiaoguocai, Lin Ansheng handed over the share that had been handed over to the sect to the accountant. The manager was away, so he kept the rest. He had no appetite for dinner. Went to the dining hall ahead.

During the Neimen General Election, the sampling time in the canteen was postponed by half an hour. There are still many people eating and drinking. Lin Ansheng came to look for Xu Le. Looking around, he saw Xu Le, Shi Yurou, Qin Qianqian The siblings sat at a table, hesitated for a moment, and walked over.

"Ansheng, sit down." Lin Ansheng was still a few steps away, Qin Feng saw it first, and moved half of his buttocks to make room for Lin Ansheng.

Qin Feng's attitude towards Lin Ansheng has changed a lot since that Discipline Hall. Perhaps because of his sister Qin Qianqian, his attitude towards Lin Ansheng has become quite friendly now.

"Why do you eat this? Isn't it in the kitchen?" Lin Ansheng was not polite. After sitting down, Xu Le stared at the cold steamed bun in his hand. Lin Ansheng waved his hand: "I'm not hungry."

Then, he asked casually: "What are you talking about, you are talking so vigorously?"

(End of this chapter)