Chapter 729

The portal rippled with spatial fluctuations.

By the time Ye Lin stood firmly on the ground again, he had already appeared on a circular arena.

Many Immortal Cloud Sect disciples also appeared beside him.

After appearing on the circular arena, everyone immediately became vigilant.

After all, on this circular arena, everyone is an enemy, and only ten people can eventually advance.

Soon, the circular arena was crowded with Immortal Cloud Sect disciples.

And beside a few people, a vacuum zone actually formed.

Without thinking, one could guess that the strength of these few people must be extremely strong, and the surrounding disciples didn't want to provoke them.

And the situation on Ye Lin's side was just the opposite.

Although Ding Hanbin didn't appear on the same arena as him, several Wu Feng disciples had already targeted him, wanting to eliminate Ye Lin in advance.

They were just waiting for the elders to announce the start, and they would launch a thunderous strike on Ye Lin.

However, Ye Lin seemed to turn a deaf ear to their fierce gazes and took out a white handkerchief on his own, looking like a sissy.

The moment the elder announced the start, other disciples didn't dare to act rashly.

As the saying goes, the gun hits the bird that sticks its head out; they didn't think their strength was strong enough to face the siege of the crowd.

Therefore, at the beginning, everyone thought about being as low-key as possible, seeing if they could stay on the arena for as long as possible.

But just when everyone was vigilant, Ye Lin moved.

He took the handkerchief and danced while waving it.

"Drop! Ah drop! Ah drop the handkerchief! Gently place it behind the little friend, everyone don't tell him! Hurry, hurry, catch him, hurry, hurry, catch him!"

Everyone looked at Ye Lin with some surprise, and some disciples even began to suspect whether this guy was a lunatic.

Others were holding the Nine Peaks Grand Competition here, and he was dropping a handkerchief here?

Only Pill Peak Master Dan Yangzi stood up with a thud.

"My hot horse! Why does this guy use all his underhanded tricks on his own people?"

When Ye Lin took out the handkerchief and waved it, Dan Yangzi had already recognized what was going on with the handkerchief.

A few days ago, when Ye Lin came to him to treat his hand, he took some things from him.

Actually, Dan Yangzi doesn't refine poison.

But as the saying goes, medicine is three parts poison.

This alchemy powerhouse's alchemy isn't 100% successful; sometimes if he's careless, he will refine poisonous pills.

These poisonous pills not only have no benefit to the cultivator's body but are highly toxic.

Ye Lin took a batch of failed poisonous pills from him.

The effects of those poisonous pills are different; one kind of poisonous pill is that it will evaporate into a gaseous state after being activated by the immortal power in the body.

Once a cultivator below the Seven Phases of Spirit realm inhales the gas transformed by this poisonous pill, they will immediately foam at the mouth, their limbs will stiffen, and their whole body will convulse.

Looking at Ye Lin waving the handkerchief, how could Dan Yangzi not know what he was doing?

Sure enough, in Ye Lin's demonic singing of dropping the handkerchief.

The first Immortal Cloud Sect disciple fell on the arena.

That disciple originally had a sneer on his face, but the next second, a large amount of white foam surged from his mouth, and he fell to the ground with a thud, beginning to convulse wildly.

Other disciples saw this and hurriedly distanced themselves from this disciple.

But his fall was like opening a domino, and more and more disciples fell with a thud, with the same symptoms, foaming at the mouth and convulsing.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of Immortal Cloud Sect disciples fell to the ground.

At this time, the remaining people also found something wrong and pointed at Ye Lin and exclaimed.

"The handkerchief in that guy's hand is problematic!"

The remaining disciples covered their mouths and noses one after another and glared at Ye Lin.

"Oh my, you found out; I'm really a little idiot."

Ye Lin stuck out his little tongue playfully.

"Throw him out first, this damn guy is actually using poison!"

"Break his leg and teach him a lesson!"

"How could such a guy mix into my Immortal Cloud Sect? Let's go, clean up the sect!"

The angry Immortal Cloud Sect disciples immediately rushed toward Ye Lin, among whom the Wu Feng disciples rushed the fastest; after all, there were so many people, and if they were late, they wouldn't be able to unload Ye Lin's leg.

Ye Lin stepped on the Heaven-Rank Evasion Void Step, took out the Bronze Dragon Vein Cauldron, walked leisurely, and even hummed a song.

"They throw cabbage at me, I take the cabbage to stir-fry a dish."

Bang!

Ye Lin swung the cauldron and directly smashed a Wu Feng disciple who rushed the fastest away.

"They throw eggs at me, I take the eggs to make egg-fried rice."

Ye Lin flew up and kicked, directly kicking away a lucky one.

"They throw cigarette butts at me, I pick up the cigarette butts and smoke two cages."

"They throw poop at me, I take the poop to make egg tarts."

"They throw jade tokens at me, I bow three times to the jade tokens."

"They throw... that won't do."

On the circular arena, the Immortal Cloud Sect disciples flew out one after another like kites with broken strings.

At this time, everyone also began to gradually realize something was wrong.

This guy's realm looks like only the Yin-Yang Realm, but in fact, the strength he can exert is very terrifying; even Primordial Realm disciples can't withstand a few of his hits.

The nine Peak Masters were observing Ye Lin's actions in secret; after all, this was taught by the nine of them together.

Among them, Force Peak Master Man Yin's eyes were the most surprised.

Because he could see that Ye Lin's Ten Thousand Tribulations Refining God Technique seemed to be very close to the level of the Thousand Tribulations Saint Body!

This Ten Thousand Tribulations Refining God Technique is recognized as difficult to refine, but in this guy's hands, it seems like there is no bottleneck at all.

Ye Lin carried the Bronze Dragon Vein Cauldron and swept all the way.

Those Wu Feng disciples who wanted to please Ding Hanbin and attack him couldn't even hurt him before being smashed away.

Ye Lin's performance also quickly aroused the wariness of others on the arena.

Although they really wanted to throw Ye Lin out, Ye Lin's strength made them have to be vigilant.

Gradually, those angry disciples regained their reason, and a vacuum zone appeared beside Ye Lin; no disciples dared to approach him anymore.

After all, there are ten spots for advancement, so why bother with a hard bone?

Ye Lin was also happy to be idle, and soon the number of disciples on the circular arena became fewer and fewer.

In the end, there were only a dozen disciples left.

The expressions of the remaining dozen disciples were extremely solemn, because next, there would undoubtedly be a fierce battle.

And Ye Lin, as the only Yin-Yang Realm cultivator, was soon targeted by a Cave Profound Realm early-stage disciple.

That Cave Profound Realm cultivator was a Dharma cultivator, and his start was calling the wind and rain, driving thunder and lightning.

"A mere Yin-Yang Realm, don't come to join the fun, get lost!"