Li Lin was taken aback and followed Yang Miao's gaze around, only to see many direct disciples watching him, with many eyes burning with fighting spirit, while others had complex looks, probably one of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Lin'er, don't mind them," Li WuShuang said softly.

Li Lin did not speak but just glanced around indifferently. These direct disciples were undoubtedly the pride of the Yunyang Sect, each a dragon among men, so it was normal for some to be arrogant and domineering. Seeing himself, a new disciple who had caused quite a stir recently and had now become an old disciple with much attention, they probably all wanted to take this opportunity to step on him.

Under Li Lin's gaze, he also noticed that these over two hundred direct disciples could roughly be divided into about ten square formations, each with about twenty disciples.

"Lin'er, those next to us are my master's disciples, my senior brothers and sisters. On one side are Elder Song's disciples..." Li WuShuang whispered in Li Lin's ear, introducing all the direct disciples at the moment.

Li Lin looked around, gaining some understanding of everyone. Most of the elders' disciples stood together in groups, and their strengths were all above the Martial Soul level, with the lowest being a few eighth-level and ninth-level Martial Masters, probably recently become direct disciples.

Among those Li Lin observed, he did not see Li ShaoHu and Zhao QingTian.

"Not all direct disciples are here today. The younger generation of direct disciples, including the top twenty on the Dragon List, rarely come here unless they accept a challenge. Otherwise, they are all diligently cultivating," Li WuShuang said.

"The disciples in the top twenty of the Dragon List must be very strong," Li Lin said lightly, observing the direct disciples in the square, some of the strongest being seventh and eighth-level Martial Masters, all under twenty-five years old. Such strength already proved their amazing talent.

"The younger generation of disciples is the future of a sect, able to support a sect to stand firm," Li Lin looked at the crowd of direct disciples, most of them young and already reached the Martial Soul level, with some even not far from becoming Martial Generals. In comparison, Flying Spirit Gate was far behind, wondering when it could reach this step.

"The top twenty on the Dragon List, each is a prodigy, with strong talents and strength. There are also several dual-system martial artists, mostly at the Martial General level," Li WuShuang said softly.

"Reaching the Martial General level before twenty-five," Li Lin couldn't help but take a deep breath. Such talent was indeed frightening.

"Lin'er, why isn't there a Spirit User among them?" Li Lin asked. Spirit Users, once entering Yunyang Sect, would directly become direct disciples, but Li Lin did not see any Spirit Users in the square.

"Spirit Users cultivate in another place and seldom come to Di Long Peak. But don't underestimate Spirit Users. The current first place on the Dragon List is dominated by a Spirit User, and three of the top ten are Spirit Users," Li WuShuang said.

"Eh, Lin'er, where did you get this little snake? Is it a demonic beast?" Du Gu BingLan had been watching Little dragon (Little Dragon) and couldn't help but ask.

"It's a demonic beast, I got it by chance, and it likes to follow me," Li Lin said lightly.

"How cute," Yang Miao, Li WuShuang, Cui Yu, and a few other women also looked at Little dragon.

"Lin'er, how about you give it to me?" Du Gu BingLan said with a smile, reaching out to pet Little dragon, showing great affection, and finally, simply held Little dragon in her hands.

"Sss!" Little dragon flicked its tongue and affectionately licked Du Gu BingLan's cheek.

"Little dragon, you being so lecherous is not good," Li Lin glared at Little dragon, saying in his heart.

"Boss, I'm not," Little dragon replied, tilting its head back to glare at Li Lin, appearing extremely cute.

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"Lin'er, you haven't said if you can give the little snake to me?" Du Gu BingLan said.

"If it continues to stay on you, I will give it to you," Li Lin said with a smile.

"Whoosh..."

"Boss, how can you just give me away? That's too much," Little dragon quickly jumped onto Li Lin's shoulder, looking at Li Lin with disdain.

"WuShuang junior sister, BingLan junior sister, Yang Miao junior sister, you're all here," a voice came, and several figures walked up to them.

"Huang Hu senior brother, what's the matter?" Seeing the newcomers, Li WuShuang frowned.

"Nothing, just saw three beautiful junior sisters here, so I wanted to get closer," the leading person among the newcomers, wearing a yellow robe, a silk scarf on his head, a golden belt around his waist, and a storage ring shining in his hand, looked around thirty-four years old, with regular features, but somehow looking at him made one's heart feel repulsed.

"Huang Hu senior brother is in a good mood, but we're busy right now," Du Gu BingLan said with a stern look.

"No worries, the protector hasn't arrived yet, we'll just chat with the three junior sisters," these few direct disciples shamelessly refused to leave.

"Do you really have to be shameless to the point where I have to drive you away?" Li Lin's face darkened, sighing in his heart, probably because Li WuShuang, Du Gu BingLan, and Yang Miao's beauty attracted them. Beautiful women always bring trouble wherever they go.

Hearing Li Lin's words, the faces of these few direct disciples suddenly darkened. In front of Li WuShuang, Du Gu BingLan, and others, they could be shameless and wouldn't mind being scolded, but now it was different with Li Lin speaking.

"Kid, I've heard of you, Li Lin, a tri-system martial artist, your strength is not bad among the newcomers, but you should see clearly, this is Di Long Peak, not the martial arts field. If you take back that sentence, I can spare you for WuShuang junior sister's sake," the youth named Huang Hu instantly looked coldly at Li Lin, his eyes emitting a chill.

"I said you're shameless, can you just leave?" Li Lin said with a slight smile, his heart sinking. From Huang Hu's aura, he was only a fourth-level Martial Soul, a strength that Li Lin did not need to take seriously.

"Alright, kid, you're arrogant. I've heard that you can even contend with Hong Ling junior sister. I want to see how capable you are and if the rumors are true," Huang Hu said coldly.

"At least in front of you, I can be arrogant," Li Lin said lightly.

"It's Li Lin and Huang Hu having a dispute."

"Looks like there's going to be a good show, let's watch."

Hearing the two's conversation, many disciples gathered around to watch.

"Sss..."

At this moment, a huge flying demonic beast arrived in the sky, and then several figures fell down, several strong auras pressing down from the air.

"Greetings to the protectors." Everyone saluted as three figures landed in the square, and although the crowd was looking forward to the excitement, they showed disappointment when the protectors arrived, meaning the show was over.

Li Lin observed the three newcomers, all around forty years old, and from their auras, their cultivation levels were all at the eighth or ninth level of Martial General.

"Lin'er, you should not provoke this Huang Hu. He is a disciple of Elder Zhao. I think he deliberately came to cause trouble," Li WuShuang's voice transmission reached Li Lin's ears.

"Zhao WuJi's disciple." Li Lin's face darkened.

"It's the beginning of the month again. I remember that last month, three ranking challenges were registered. The first match, Jiang Shang challenging the fiftieth on the Dragon List, Xie Ping, you may begin," one of the protectors, a man in a gray robe with long hair and a short beard, said.

The three elders stood on one side of the square, overlooking the entire area.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Two figures immediately leaped from the crowd, stirring up a gust of wind and landing in a circular area in the center of the square marked with a red line.

This area marked by the red line was about a kilometer in size, and the entire square was shaped like an inverted trapezium, so people standing around could easily see the entire area.

"Lin'er, challenges on the Dragon List have to be issued a month in advance, and the official match is next month. Unlike the newcomer's martial arts field, where there are matches every day, there are only a few matches here each month. The area inside the red line is where the matches take place, and leaving the red line means loss," Li WuShuang whispered to Li Lin.

As the two landed in the square within the red line area, the surroundings quieted down, and everyone's gaze shifted to the two in the center.

Among them, one wore a green tight-fitting outfit, landing on the square and slowly opening his eyes, immediately exuding a sharp and domineering aura.

"Dragon List fiftieth, Xie Ping, I heard he just broke through last month."

"Jiang Shang's luck is really bad. He thought he had a chance to challenge Xie Ping, but who knew Xie Ping broke through again last month."

Seeing this youth, some direct disciples also whispered among themselves. Xie Ping was also a notable figure among the direct disciples, although the last on the Dragon List, his strength needed no further proof.

With Xie Ping in the center, there was a white-clothed youth, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with delicate features, but his face was bitter. When he challenged Xie Ping last month, Xie Ping was only a first-level Martial Soul, but last month, Xie Ping reportedly broke through to a second-level Martial Soul. At this moment, he felt he had little chance to defeat his opponent, as his strength was also only at the first level of Martial Soul, a significant gap between them.