"Good luck, Yumo." Lin Feng smiled as he cheered for Yumo.
"Yes, Lin Da Ge." Lin Yumo smiled faintly as her heart warmed.
Lin Feng's appearance had completely melted the layer of ice in her heart and on the outside. Behind them, Steward Wu looked at Lin Feng in surprise before looking at his young mistress. He immediately reacted and nodded in realization. He lowered his head and smiled with relief.
So that's how it is!
"Don't be careless. I will come to the fifth arena to supervise you," Lin Feng said.
"Really?!" Lin Yumo's beautiful eyes sparkled as she was overjoyed.
"How could it be fake?" Lin Feng smiled. He instantly took out a golden metal plate and waved it. The number five was clearly engraved on the back of the metal plate. Lin Feng said, "I had Ah Zhong buy a ticket yesterday."
"But weren't the tickets sold out half a year ago?" Lin Yumo sneered.
"Money makes the world go round," Lin Feng said with a smile. "Alright, it's almost time. Remember, don't be too merciful."
"I will." Lin Yumo nodded and smiled sweetly.
…
After sending off Lin Yumo, Lin Feng returned to his residence.
"Oh, let's get ready to cheer for Yumo." Lin Feng muttered to himself as he looked around. However, Guan Zhong was nowhere to be seen. Even his two daughters, who never left his side, were taken care of by the maidservants. "What is Ah Zhong busy with so early in the morning?"
Lin Feng was rather puzzled, but he did not pay it much mind.
Just as he was about to return to his room, an aura suddenly rushed over in a hurry.
"Hm?" Lin Feng looked back and saw that it was the direction of the teleportation array in his residence.
Ah Zhong flew over with a face full of joy. He seemed to be holding a thin black metal plate in his hand as he shouted, "Young master, good news!"
Step! Guan Zhong stood still, grinning from ear to ear. "Young Master, there's good news."
"What is it?" Lin Feng asked curiously, pointing at the black metal piece in Guan Zhong's hand. "This?"
"Yes." Guan Zhong nodded and stuffed the black metal piece over. Lin Feng curiously picked it up. It was as thin as a golden leaf, and the black light shone with a moving luster. On the back of the metal plate, there was a huge number '10' engraved on it.
"The ticket to arena number 10?" Lin Feng was surprised, but he immediately rejected the idea. "No."
On the front of the black metal piece, there were fine stripes and a row of numbers —
881。
Obviously, this was different from the ticket.
Guan Zhong smiled. "This is the proof of participation in the preliminaries, the martial artist's' identity card '."
Proof of participation in the preliminaries?
Lin Feng was stunned.
"Young master, look. The number '881' in front is the serial number," Guan Zhong explained in detail. "And the number '10' at the back is arena number 10. With this' identity card ', young master, you can enter arena number 10 and participate in the preliminaries again. "
Lin Feng burst into laughter. Although he understood, he still found it inconceivable. "What's going on, Ah Zhong?"
"It's like this, young master …" Guan Zhong said tirelessly.
…
Fifteen minutes later.
"I see." Lin Feng nodded in realization. "So you went to get the 'identity card' early in the morning?"
"Yes." Guan Zhong smiled. "I only confirmed it when I contacted the assembly yesterday. Because the procedures were a little complicated, it took a little longer. Fortunately, I made it in time." As he spoke, Guan Zhong let out a long sigh, as though a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
Holding the black identity card in his hand, Lin Feng smiled.
The affairs of the world were truly unpredictable. Unexpectedly, he could still participate in the preliminaries.
If the preliminaries' schedule and the number of participants had been fixed, it could not be changed. However, there were only eight hundred and eighty warriors left in the Green Field Immortal Sect. The remaining one hundred and twenty spots were not selected by other mission sites. Instead, they were virtual 'empty' spots.
That was why he was able to 'fill in' the votes.
"It seems that I will gain a lot from this Vermillion Bird Challenge." Lin Feng's eyes flashed.
Even the heavens had opened a back door for him. It was quite a coincidence.
"My opponent is really unlucky." Lin Feng smiled.
Originally, he could have advanced without a 'bye', but now he was afraid that it would be for naught.
Thinking about it, he felt sympathetic.
"I'm afraid it will turn from great joy to great sorrow." Guan Zhong also smiled. "But young master, the eight hundred and eighty spots of the Green Field Immortal Sect have been fixed and cannot be changed. Therefore, your opponent's ranking is still relatively high. He is the one hundred and twenty warrior of the Ten Thousand Gold World."
"Oh, what's his name?" Lin Feng asked casually.
"Wishful District, Wu Kai."
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Shakya District, White Cloud Tower.
White mist swirled around it, hidden between the faint clouds.
This place was still so mysterious, and it was extremely attractive in Shiluo County. This was because the master behind the scenes of Shiluo County lived here.
The Saint, Shakya.
"Senior Sister, I'm leaving." Hua Wei cupped his hands gently.
It was a blessing in disguise. Shakya had accepted Hua Wei as an in-name disciple. Hua Wei had been cultivating in the White Cloud Tower for the past year, and his strength had improved by leaps and bounds.
"Oh, don't embarrass me." Shi Zhixin waved her hand casually. Her big eyes flashed as she held her chin in boredom. Her face was still like that of a porcelain doll. Although a year had passed, Shi Zhixin's bodily functions had been suspended because she had been in a coma for too long.
Therefore, her appearance and body shape had not changed much.
Although she was younger than Hua Wei, Shi Zhixin had entered the sect much earlier than Hua Wei, and thus became the 'little senior sister.'
However, Hua Wei obviously did not care. He smiled and said, "Yes, Senior Sister."
Then, he turned around and left. To him, being able to enter Shakya's tutelage was undoubtedly a great opportunity. As for calling Shi Zhixin 'Senior Sister,' it was not embarrassing. In terms of strength, Shi Zhixin was several streets ahead of him. That day, the battle of the Green Field Immortal Track had determined the winner.
Shi Zhixin was shockingly strong.
Her strength could not be judged by her age.
"How boring. If I had known, I would have participated in the competition." Shi Zhixin pouted.
She and Bei Mingyang were in a 'special' coma, so they had been given a bye for two rounds. They did not need to participate now.
"Unknowingly, a year has passed …" Shi Zhixin sat on the tower, looking at the clouds with her beautiful eyes. She murmured softly, "The trickster is still in a coma, and the bad guy is dead …" She pursed her lips, feeling a little sad. She sighed softly. "I'm really useless as a captain. That day … if only I had been a little stronger."
Shi Zhixin's heart still ached when she thought about it.
Especially Lin Feng. He had saved her life, but he had died.
"Bad guy, big bad guy!" Shi Zhixin snorted and murmured, "You did it on purpose. You did it on purpose to not let me repay your kindness, didn't you?!" As she spoke, Shi Zhixin's tears fell uncontrollably. She felt sad when she thought about it.
After all, she was still a little girl. She was sentimental.
At this moment —
"Who made my little princess cry again?" A teasing voice came from behind. It was a father with a kind smile.
The figure had a dignified aura. It was the Tower Master of the White Cloud Tower.
The Sage, Shakya.
Shi Zhixin quickly wiped away her tears and sniffed. She turned around and said angrily, "I'm not crying, Father!"
Looking at Shi Zhixin, Shakya felt his heart ache. He had seen this scene countless times in the past six months. Although his daughter was young, she had a strong sense of responsibility. She blamed Bei Mingyang's coma and Lin Feng's death on him. She was often sad and sad.
But …
This time, it was different.
"Zhixin, Father has good news for you." Shakya's eyes flashed.
"What good news?" Shi Zhixin asked curiously. Her eyes were still a little red.
"Your companion, Lin Feng, who was supposed to be dead, has returned." Shagaruda looked over and said slowly, "Your companion, Lin Feng, has returned."
"Ah!" Shi Zhixin was completely stunned.
…
There was a sea of people!
It was as if all the martial artists in Shiluo County had come.
The ten Shiluo Arenas were all packed with people. They anxiously entered the arena, afraid that they would miss the exciting duels.
"F * ck, get out of the way!"
"Shove your mother. The people in front, hurry up!"
"Damn it, I've been waiting for an hour, and I still can't get in!"
…
The crowd cursed and scolded. It was a mess.
Although the Shiluo Arena was full at this moment, there were still many people who could not enter. The entrance had long been stuffed. All kinds of seat and standing tickets were sold like hotcakes. Every penny earned at the convention was a penny earned. The entire arena was in a frenzy. If it were not for the fact that fighting was not allowed here, there would have been corpses everywhere.
At this moment, in the contestant lounge of the arena, it was also bustling with noise and excitement.
The contestants had arrived very early. They were rubbing their palms, trying to adapt and familiarize themselves with the environment as soon as possible.
After all, they had to make sufficient preparations.
Many of the martial artists knew each other. After all, they were all in Shiluo County. Many families, sects, and forces had interacted with each other. Some of them had even met in the qualifiers and the preliminaries. Those who could enter the preliminaries were basically famous in Shiluo County. Even if they had never met each other, they had heard of their names.
"Haha, Lin Fan, long time no see." A short-haired young man came over to greet him with a smile.
"Long time no see, Wang Long." Lin Fan's eyes were burning.
The two shook hands politely, but there was a fake smile on their faces.
Back then, they had met in the Rising Star Battle. Lin Fan had lost by a margin.
"It's a pity that I can't meet you in the preliminaries." Wang Long smiled faintly. His words seemed to be mocking Lin Fan.
"Is that so? Then you're really lucky." Lin Fan smiled lightly.
The two seemed to be greeting each other, but they were actually fighting openly and covertly.
Such scenes could be seen everywhere. Basically, the circle of Star Lords was only so big. Everyone knew each other.
"Look, Lin Fan, your opponent in the second round." Wang Long pointed to the front and laughed. "Wishful Area, Wu Kai. This guy is really lucky. He drew a good lot. In the first round, he's matched up against the 881st place of the Wizard of Oz, which happens to be an empty number."
"What's the use of that?" Lin Fan said disdainfully. "He can pass the first round, but he can't pass the fifteenth. He'll still die in the second round."
"Hey, you're not the same as before. You're full of confidence, huh?" Wang Long's eyes flashed.
Lin Fan smiled coldly. Indeed, he was full of confidence.
He was no longer the ignorant person he used to be. Even if Lin Feng was still alive, he was 100% confident that —
He would let him die without a burial place!
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