Villain: At the beginning, my beautiful master molested me!

Martial Arts Arena

This competition arena is divided into body building, foundation building and Qi refining.

Among the 533 disciples, 362 were body-building disciples, 153 were foundation-building disciples, and 18 were Qi-refining disciples.

Lin Feng is in the late stage of foundation building, so he is naturally among the foundation building disciples.

While the other two rows of disciples were still anxiously competing against each other, the disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage had already entered the finals because of Passerby A.

Before Lin Feng could even sit down, he was called out by a disciple.

"Lin Feng, it's your turn." The disciple took Lin Feng to the front desk.

"Why so soon? Shouldn't we wait until the finals to appear?" Lin Feng asked puzzledly.

"It was the finals. This time, a very strong opponent came. None of the disciples could withstand a single punch from him."

“But the Great Elder still has high hopes for you, so you must seize the opportunity,” said the disciple.

Lin Feng nodded behind him, and subconsciously asked in his heart: "Master Hun, what is the strength of the opponent?"

But there was dead silence at the ring. Lin Feng then realized that Hun Lao had fallen asleep and he didn't know when he would wake up.

He had been resting in his residence for the past three days and had not encountered any difficulties, so naturally he would not think of Hun Lao.

Only then did he realize that he had only spoken to Hun Lao when he had something to ask of him, and had ignored him the rest of the time.

Lin Feng couldn't help feeling a little guilty and felt bad in his heart.

"Lin Feng, the Great Elder has never been so optimistic about someone before."

"I have been with the Great Elder for more than twenty years."

"It's unheard of to have a contestant parachuted into the finals."

The disciple's tone was so light when he said this, but it sounded so heavy to Lin Feng's ears.

Normally he would agree without hesitation, but now Lin Feng has no confidence.

Just now, he suddenly realized that his body had become extremely weak, or rather, he finally discovered something was wrong with his body.

During these three days, in his spiritual world, his body has been in good condition.

But after Hun Lao revived him, he would be weak for three days. Even if Lin Feng's body was adjusted with the correct prescription, it would only relieve some of the pain.

But since returning from the Spiritual Medicine Hall to buy medicine, Gu Linger came to help him boil the medicine and even brought a lot of supplements to comfort him.

During those three days he didn't even feel weak, but instead felt more energetic than before.

"I will definitely try my best to win the first place."

Lin Feng's breathing was seven parts in and three parts out, as if he was missing the itch.

However, to his disciples, this scene seemed like Lin Feng was being modest, and even his tone became low.

The disciple jokingly said, "It seems that you are very different from what was rumored. I thought you were a very arrogant person."

“I didn’t expect him to be so humble.”

There was a hint of admiration in the disciple's eyes when he looked at Lin Feng.

"You...you are too kind."

Lin Feng responded weakly. He knew he was not being modest. He really was having trouble breathing.

The fighting arena was getting closer and closer to Lin Feng, and he was trying hard to think of how to get out of his current predicament.

The martial art that Lin Feng practiced was called the Nine Yang Divine Art. Combined with his extremely yang body, it could unleash three times the power of the martial art itself.

Therefore, Lin Feng practiced the Nine Yang Divine Palm, which was invincible in the same realm. Although he only mastered 30%, it was enough to make him stand out among his peers.

"At this point, I can only use that one trick." Lin Feng thought to himself.

Lin Feng was ready to burn his essence and blood, compressing all the energy to sustain himself in a day into a few minutes of the duel.

If other practitioners were to do this, they would definitely fall from their own realm.

But Lin Feng had no choice. The Great Elder appreciated Lin Feng and gave him the opportunity to advance to the finals, but this undoubtedly pushed him into a deep pit.

His performance at the disciple-taking ceremony was only slightly inferior to Chen Yu, so people naturally did not have any ill will towards him.

But if Lin Feng were to make it to the finals and be easily defeated by his opponent, he would surely be criticized and cause people's dissatisfaction.

People may even have a crisis of confidence in the Xuanjian Sect.

It can be said that an invisible and huge burden is pressing on Lin Feng's back, sunken in his shoulders.

"Here we are, right here."

The disciple stopped and there was a huge curtain in front of him.

Lin Feng knew that as long as he pulled back the curtain he would be able to see the competition arena.

In this way, he could walk towards the contestants on the ring under the attention of thousands of people, looking down from above.

It was as if he was saying to everyone: "I am not the challenger, you are."

Lin Feng was destined to participate in the competition as a challenger. This was God's arrangement and the halo bestowed upon him by luck.

But in the past, this was a reward, but now, it is an abyss.

"The next opponent of Passerby A is..."

"Lin Feng!"