"This little boy is really serious about his cultivation. I've been here for half an hour and he hasn't noticed yet. However, it's getting late now and we should go to the sect competition." Xuan Lingzi said with a smile.

After a pause, he coughed lightly.

Lin Fan, who was practicing, was also instantly awakened.

Seeing Xuan Lingzi waiting outside the thatched cottage, Lin Fan couldn't help but look embarrassed.

"Master, I kept you waiting for a long time."

"It's okay. Clean up and let's go to Tianjian Peak. Today's battle may be a bit cruel, so you'd better be mentally prepared." ωωw..net

"Yes, Master!"

Lin Fan agreed.

After briefly freshening up, Xuan Lingzi took Lin Fan to the square of Tianjian Peak again.

This time, the number of arenas in the square was less than half that of yesterday.

However, every arena is much bigger than yesterday.

The protective array arranged on it is also more powerful.

After Xuan Lingzi put Lin Fan down, he directly climbed onto the Flowing Cloud Throne, which was reserved for the seven peak masters.

Lin Fan, on the other hand, is waiting for today's semifinals to begin.

About a meal later, balls of light appeared all over the sky.

The young disciples who successfully advanced to the semi-finals yesterday started drawing lots.

Lin Fan made a casual move, and a ball of light fell into his hand.

With a gentle pinch, a piece of paper instantly appeared in his hand.

"Ding, thirty-seven?"

Lin Fan looked as usual.

Just as he was about to go to the Ding Thirty-Seven Arena, a cold voice sounded from his ears.
Chapter completed!