Between talking.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

The inspiring drum beats sounded, deafening.

"The Heavenly List Competition is about to begin."

Ji Ruyun frowned and looked in the direction where the sound of drums came.

"This is the sound of the assembly drum, and the ring is urging all participants to enter the venue."

Ji Ruyu also spoke.

"Forget it, let it go in advance and go to the competition."

Lu Fan didn't want to get too involved in this matter. This time he came to Qinglian Fairyland, his purpose was very clear and he would not change it because of a word from the goddess.

Seeing Lu Fan and Wen Ren Mu Xue go away, the four women glanced at each other and quickly got up and followed them out.

Following the sound of drums, he walked towards the main battlefield.

As we walked, a large number of people emerged around us.

Lu Fan and Wenren Mu Xue mingled among the crowd and soon arrived outside an ancient building.

This building is similar to the ancient arena, but it is extremely large in area, old in style, looks very vicissitudes, exuding an ancient charm, like an ancient building that has stood for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years.

Even every brick and tile seems to contain a legend.

When Lu Fan approached the building, he was affected by the fluctuations of various martial arts, as well as the flow of breath and emotions within the building.

Cheering, excitement, ambition, sharpness, and domineering spirit.

There are cultivators of various realms, and even some innate terrifying powerful people, who inadvertently emit their aura.

"Does this ring look familiar?"

Wenren Mu Xue kept following Lu Fan silently and suddenly asked.

"Well, Jinling Gladiatorium."

Lu Fan nodded: "But one is grandfather and the other is grandson."

"Do you have confidence in this Tianlisting Competition?"

Wenren Mu Xue did not look back.

"It's just a list of heaven."

Lu Fan smiled: "It's not a big deal. The more you care about it, the more you will limit your strength."

"Just treat it as a training. You can concentrate all the geniuses in the world so well and seize the opportunity to temper a few bodies."

Wenren Muxue nodded: "Then I'm a little looking forward to the next game."

After entering the main battlefield, Lu Fan and Wen Ren Mu Xue did not get together, but parted ways.

Because the two people got different license plates, they had to go to different waiting fields to wait for the game to begin.

Lu Fan got the "No. 7". After thanking the staff, he turned around and left with his license plate.

Watching Lu Fan walk away, the staff looked dark: "Door Room 7, immediately notify the people from Tianxin Island."

Lu Fan walked along the passage for a while and came to a corridor with precious handmade carpets.

The corridor is very quiet, with private rooms next to each other on both sides.

The doors of each private room are made of a luxurious metal material and are engraved with a formation.

Lu Fan is now a master in formation. After taking a look, he knew that this was a sound-proof formation.

There is a sign hanging on the door of each private room with numbers written on it.

When I opened the door "7", a precious faint spice smell spread out.

Lu Fan stepped in and the private room door closed automatically.

This is a huge room, empty, full of tables and chairs, and steaming hot and delicious tea, with exquisite pastries on the table.

A long window occupied an entire wall of the room.

Through the glass like a mirror, you can see the situation outside.

"It's interesting."
Chapter completed!