Fantasy: I, Who Can View The Script Of My Life, Can Be Arbitrary Forever

"Same, same," Zhang Fan responded with a smile.

Seeing this, Su Xiuming also had a rough idea in his mind.

It seems that Zhang Shidi had already formed a grudge with Qiu Hei.

But he wasn't worried at all. Not to mention that Qiu Hei wouldn't dare to provoke Zhang Fan because of his status, just the fact that he recognized Zhang Fan as his junior brother would prevent Qiu Hei from doing anything to Zhang Fan.

His authority as the top disciple of the true transmission was no less than that of the inner sect elders.

"Qiu Shidi, you better not mess with Saint Child Junior Brother," Su Xiuming said.

"Where did you get that idea, Su Shixiong?"

Qiu Hei completely ignored Su Xiuming and just gave a perfunctory response.

For him, he was going to beat up Zhang Fan later, regardless of what you guys said.

These past few days, his anger towards Zhang Fan had not diminished for a moment. He had been holding onto it for a long time.

As a disciple of Elder Han Mo, he had always been superior to others and no one dared to provoke him.

If it weren't for Zhang Fan being the Saint Child, he would have killed him countless times already.

Even back when they were at the same level in the true transmission, he had schemed and killed one of them. Now, he was really itching for revenge.

But soon, he would be able to get his revenge.

Thinking of this, his eyes towards Zhang Fan were filled with a smile, but this smile carried a hint of killing intent.

Zhang Fan nodded at him, feeling a bit curious in his heart.

Does this guy have some evil intentions?

Soon, Elder Gu Qing also arrived with Shao Han.

Shao Han immediately requested to sit next to Zhang Fan.

Su Xiuming kindly made way for Shao Han to sit.

"I didn't expect to have one more junior sister," Su Xiuming said with a smile.

"You can tell you're a good person just by looking at you."

Shao Han said this to Su Xiuming as her first words, then ignored him.

Suddenly, a powerful aura spread, causing the void to crack as a majestic figure arrived.

"Holy Lord!"

Everyone saluted, even the outer sect disciples all knelt down in worship.

The Holy Lord waved his hand, indicating that they could rise.

He sat on the high seat, his face serious and dignified.

Everyone stood up, but they were all shocked.

Why did the Holy Lord come?

As the ruler of the Holy Land, he had countless matters to attend to every day. Either he was in seclusion all the time, so how could he come to preside over a small internal sect competition?

This had never happened before.

Today, it actually happened.

"Why did the Holy Lord come?"

"Could it be that he came to recruit true transmission disciples?"

"The Holy Lord hasn't recruited disciples for many years. Could I be the next one?"

Everyone became excited, but they didn't show it.

After all, the Holy Lord was present, so they couldn't make too much noise.

Countless disciples who had originally just wanted to participate in the internal sect competition as a formality were now full of spirit.

They wanted to show off in front of the Holy Lord.

Maybe they would be the next true transmission disciple of the Holy Lord.

Moreover, many elders had come for the internal sect competition. Basically, all the elders with some status had come.

When everyone had arrived, the Holy Lord solemnly announced that the internal sect competition was beginning.

Countless people were eager, waiting for their names to be called.

As the competition progressed, Zhang Fan kept scanning for the opportunities on their bodies.

It had to be said that the disciples of the internal sect had many opportunities.

They were all lucky individuals.

Just a casual glance, and there were several.

It could be said that throwing a brick would hit a group of people.

But their opportunities were enough for them, but for Zhang Fan, they weren't that impressive.

After all, with his current resources, anything he takes out will be regarded as a treasure by others.

Zhang Fan shook his head and only roughly remembered a few items before watching the battle.

There are many powerful inner disciples.

By coming to watch, he can also learn a lot.

After a day passed, countless inner disciples were eliminated by half, and the competition was about to enter the semifinals.

Just as the first round of inner disciples was about to end.

Suddenly, the elder in charge announced not the name of an inner disciple, but the name of one of the true disciples.

"Chu Xiu vs. Ling Feiyu!"

Several true disciples were quite surprised.

"The names just announced were Chu Senior Brother and Ling Junior Brother?"

"Why do we true disciples have to participate?"

"Yes, isn't this the inner sect competition? Besides, I didn't sign up."

"The Holy Lord is present, it should be arranged by the Holy Lord. Ling Junior Brother, Chu Senior Brother, since your names were announced, go up quickly." Su Xiuming suddenly revealed the truth.

"The Holy Lord wants us to participate in the competition, could it be related to the competition in the Holy Land?"

"It's very likely."

"The competition in the Holy Land is approaching, they must want to test our strength."

"I'm not afraid, I just wasn't prepared. I practiced all day yesterday and today I'm not in the best condition. I'm afraid I won't be able to fully exert my strength."

Several true disciples discussed with each other, expressing their concerns.

The two people whose names were announced looked at each other, leaped up, and jumped onto the stage.

The inner and outer disciples in the venue were excited.

"How can there be true disciples participating?"

"My lifelong dream is to have the opportunity to become a true disciple. The competition between true disciples is a rare sight in a hundred years. I can't believe such a good thing is happening."

"I must observe carefully and improve my martial arts."

Many people were excited.

Zhang Fan also paid a little more attention.

He had watched countless battles between inner disciples before.

Although they all had their own characteristics, their strength was not enough to catch his attention. Watching them could only teach him superficially, which was not very helpful to him.

At this moment, two true disciples appeared on stage, allowing him to see the true strength of the Holy Land.

The two true disciples understood the rules and greeted each other before the elder in charge announced the start of the match.

In an instant, the two of them created a gap, and their practiced martial arts almost instantly burst forth.

The sound of their battle was like a landslide and a tsunami, shaking the mountains and the sea.

The martial arts they displayed surged wave after wave, attacking the crowd.

Many outer disciples couldn't stand firm and were even blown away by the shockwaves.

"True disciples are indeed extraordinary. Each of them has strong strength and extraordinary methods," Zhang Fan observed with a discerning eye.

These people were all capable of surpassing their own cultivation level.

The martial arts they practiced were also diverse and extremely powerful, vast like the sea. Some of them even Zhang Fan couldn't fully comprehend.

"They are indeed much stronger than inner disciples, but compared to my mastery of the Chaos Sword Sutra or the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, they are still slightly inferior."

There was no way around it. After all, Zhang Fan practiced superior martial arts.

With his extraordinary talent and comprehensive understanding, even though they were true disciples, they couldn't easily compare to him.

However, their high cultivation level was terrifying to behold.

If Zhang Fan were in their realm, he would be even more terrifying.

"Ling Junior Brother, I lost."

Ling Feiyu was after all a core true disciple, not someone an ordinary true disciple could defeat. Although the other true disciple had a deeper background, he still lost to Ling Feiyu.

"Thank you, Chu Senior Brother, for going easy on me."

Ling Feiyu said lightly, giving the other party some face.

The two of them stepped down from the stage, and the people below exclaimed in surprise.

They were greatly shocked. The name of true disciples was truly terrifying.

Soon, the next match arrived.

"Zhang Fan, you won't be participating, will you?" Shao Han asked.

"It's possible," Zhang Fan thought, it all depended on what the Holy Lord wanted.

He didn't know if he would be allowed to participate.

"Haha, that's good. You managed to avoid the inner sect competition, but you can't avoid the true disciples' competition, right?" Shao Han laughed.