"Cheng Shan is my best friend in Transit City. If he also participates in the selection process, it'll be a great experience for him." Lin Feng looked at the list of names he knew. Apart from being surprised, he was also happy. Cheng Shan had participated in the selection process, which meant that he had grown up a lot.
Lin Feng looked away and saw another familiar name.
Tian Han!!
Tian Han had always been by Tian Qiong's side. In terms of seniority, he was Tian Qiong's teacher, but he wasn't as strong as Tian Qiong. Tian Han was also participating, the Tian Clan wasn't willing to be left out.
Luo Chen!!
Lin Feng wasn't unfamiliar with that name. Tian Qiong's death had something to do with Luo Chen. Luo Chen's background was mysterious and he was extremely strong, but he kept a low profile. Not many people knew who he was. Luo Chen's participation gave Lin Feng a bad premonition. It seemed like something bad was going to happen between him and Luo Chen.
Of course, what surprised Lin Feng the most was that Xuan Yuan Mu was participating. Xuan Yuan Mu was already an elder of a sect. Even though his status wasn't high, he had a lot of power. Lin Feng didn't know why he was participating.
Apart from those people, Lin Feng also saw that other sects had also sent people to participate. They couldn't miss out on the opportunity to become a Saint.
The Sword Sect had sent someone called Jian Ya. Lin Feng couldn't help but think of Jian Mang. Jian Mang was still in the Continent of the Nine Clouds and didn't know that the two worlds were connected.
Jian Ya, just from hearing his name, Lin Feng knew that he wasn't an ordinary person. How many powerful people did the Purple Sword Sect have? Lin Feng thought and put away the list of participants.
"No matter what, the competition is about to start. There's no point in thinking too much about it. It's better to focus on the competition." whispered Lin Feng. He had completely let go of his worries. He went to a pavilion in the middle of the night and sat down.
"You You's wine is the best way to relieve my worries."
Lin Feng took out two bottles of wine that Tang You You had made. Drinking had become a necessity for Lin Feng.
"Haha, Lin Feng, little boy, you're drinking alone again?"
At that moment, a loud and clear laughter spread through the entire pavilion. Lin Feng stood up and looked at the man who had suddenly appeared outside of the pavilion. He was stupefied and surprised.
"Uncle Zijian, how come you're here?" asked Lin Feng while looking at the Patriarch of the Purple Sword Sect. He then threw a glass of wine to Zijian.
Zijian laughed heartily and accepted the jar of fine alcohol. He took a huge gulp and cried out in delight.
"Nice! It's been a long time since I've tasted your wine. After I leave, you'll have to ask me for a few more jars."
The Patriarch of the Purple Sword Sect walked into the pavilion and sat opposite to Lin Feng.
"Alright, take as much as you want." said Lin Feng straightforwardly. The Patriarch of the Purple Sword Sect was a straightforward person. Besides, he was a friend and not an enemy. Lin Feng was never stingy with his friends, except for Yan Di …
"Lin Feng, I saw the list of Saints. How come you're on it? Aren't you already a Respectable Elder?"
When the Patriarch of the Purple Sword Sect saw the list, he was surprised and happy. He was surprised that Lin Feng had surprisingly become a Respectable Elder of the Divine Sect in such a short time. He was also happy because Lin Feng had achieved so much in such a short time. That was enough to prove that the Patriarch of the Purple Sword Sect hadn't misjudged Lin Feng.
"I just want to continue to challenge my limits. If I can become a Saint, it'll help me in my cultivation." said Lin Feng smiling.
The Patriarch of the Purple Sword Sect nodded. Indeed, becoming a Saint meant becoming a member of the Holy Temple. Becoming a Saint was even more important. Besides, becoming a Saint was even more important.
"Sigh, I'm really surprised by your achievements. I should call you Master." sighed the Patriarch of the Purple Sword Sect. He didn't know whether he was happy or sad.
Lin Feng was a Respectable Elder of the Divine Sect and the Patriarch of the Sword Sect. They were on the same level as Fan Shengjun, so he obviously had to call Lin Feng Master.
Of course, Lin Feng couldn't consider Zi Jian as an elder. Lin Feng only respected and respected Zi Jian.
"By the way, Uncle Zijian, who's Jian Muya?" Lin Feng thought about the Sword Sect and couldn't help but be curious. He wanted to know more about Jian Mute.
Zi Jian knew what Lin Feng was thinking. He couldn't help but laugh and tease, "You want to know more about Jian Muya from me? Don't even think about it. I won't help you defeat the geniuses of the Sword Sect."
Lin Feng wasn't disappointed. After all, the Patriarch of the Purple Sword Sect couldn't tell him everything. However, he still told Lin Feng some things about Jian Muya.
"Jian Mang is one of the top three geniuses of the Sword Sect. He's already a low-level Saint Emperor and is about to break through to a high-level Saint Emperor. Jian Mang has been practicing cultivation for thousands of years. He's a true genius. He's also one of the top geniuses of the Sword Sect. If you encounter him during the competition, you have to be careful. He's a mute, but his sword is his mouth."
Zi Jian looked glum while introducing Jian Ya to Lin Feng. Lin Feng had the impression that Jian Ya's Qi wasn't ordinary at all. Using the sword as a mouth, that was the most powerful thing about sword cultivators.
Lin Feng remembered Jian Mang. Jian Mang was a blind man, but he also used his sword as his eyes. That was why he was so good at sword cultivation.
"Uncle Zi Jian, when I was in the Continent of the Nine Clouds, there was a sword cultivator called Jian Mang. He looks like Jian Muya from the Sword Sect," said Lin Feng, raising his head.
Hearing that, a sliver of surprise appeared on Zi Jian's face. However, she did not say anything and only nodded.
"Lin Feng, come to the Sword Sect in a few days. You'll see some people you know," said the Patriarch of the Purple Sword Sect, raising his head.
When Lin Feng heard that, he frowned. Someone he knew? Someone he knew? Someone from the Continent of the Nine Clouds? Could it be his fellow disciple? Or Mister Time, Feng Mo?
Lin Feng was curious. He was excited to see who his friends were. The old ox's master, the star godly spirit, had told him that he knew people from the Holy Temple. Could it be that there were more people from the Continent of the Nine Clouds than he had brought with him?
If that was the case, the relationship between the Continent of the Nine Clouds and the Godly Continent wasn't that simple. Lin Feng had to go back to the Continent of the Nine Clouds.
"Uncle Zi Jian, can you tell me when my friend came here?" asked Lin Feng impatiently.
However, Zijian seemed to be purposefully keeping him in suspense. He only smiled and did not say anything useful. He only said, "Your acquaintance is your acquaintance."
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