Lin Wannian's heart skipped a beat. From the perspective of how well they knew each other, he didn't know Yu Sang very well, and he had just heard about the scandal between Yu Sang and Liu Yu. So when Yu Sang was a little bit nice to him, he would attribute this kindness to the other party wanting to treat him as a friend.

Until what happened not long ago, his attitude towards Yu Sang was different from that towards Su Xingran and their friends.

He treated Su Xingran and the others calmly, but there was an indescribable feeling about Yu Sang's attitude, which made him want to resist Yu Sang's approach.

[Actually, I don't understand your relationship situation. Since you rejected Yu Sang, you two should just part ways amicably. Don't dwell on this anymore. If it's your destiny, it will be yours sooner or later. If it's not, then there's nothing you can do.]

Lin Wannian listened to its familiar words. Wasn't it the knowledge learned in the Taoism class for outer disciples last year?

"You're going to let me just let it be?"

[Yes. Right.] From the perspective of the system, Lin Wannian has completely lost his memory in this world. Yu Sang may have some obsession with Lin Wannian, and came to this plane to complete the mission, bringing this uncontrollable emotion with him.

Then, as they spend more time together, there will be signs that Yu Sang inexplicably wants to please Lin Wannian.

But this behavior seemed very strange to Lin Wannian. In his opinion, the other party liked him inexplicably? Wasn't it just because of his face?

Humph, superficial.

It was precisely because of this that Lin rejected Yu Sang's advances in his later years.

What followed was a slight depression in my heart.

He would not tell Su Xingran and the others about this kind of thing. After all, those three had no love history, so it would be pointless to tell them. Besides, how could he, the young master of the demon clan, talk about such an unspeakable thing?

It was not possible to not say it out loud, so he could only tell the system.

He was originally a little disgusted with this system, until the humanity returned this time. When he talked to it, he felt at ease and no longer resisted it as before.

If the system knew what he was thinking, it would only want to reply with five words: Thank you.

After talking to the system, Lin Wannian felt relieved. He closed the window and went to bed.

At noon the next morning, the preliminary round list was divided into groups.

In general, there are one thousand groups and twenty arenas. The arenas are divided according to the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, from Jiazi to Guiwei. In his later years, Lin was assigned to the Yihai arena. Each arena has fifty groups, and he was in the Jichou group.

The preliminary round will last for three days, and each group will have half an hour. The referee will remind you that if you have not defeated your opponent by the time the time comes, you will not be eligible to enter the mid-term round.

They entered a mustard seed world created by the Sifang Society. The competition venue was spacious and the audience could sit on it and watch the competition below.

Lin Wannian came to the Yi Hai arena, walked to the upper edge, sat down, and waited quietly for the first group to come on stage.

There is a lot of randomness in the preliminary rounds, and sometimes good luck is really good.

When the ten people came in one after another, he took a glance and saw that among the ten people, three were in the Foundation Establishment Stage and seven were in the Golden Core Stage. After the competition began, the cultivators with higher cultivation levels tacitly eliminated the cultivators with lower cultivation levels first.

Then they will have a competition in the Jindan stage.

At the Jindan stage, the cross-server degree is even wider. Some are in the early Jindan stage, and some are in the perfect Jindan stage. In this way, the winner is easy to determine.

After the first group went down, it was the turn of the second group. Lin Wannian originally thought that the first game was just an appetizer, but in the second game, a rumbling sound was heard under the arena, which directly scared some monks and forced them to apply for withdrawal.

A powerful talisman cultivator can gain a certain advantage in the arena, but it is not much and he will soon be restrained by a magic cultivator with higher cultivation level.

There was even a battle where all the participating cultivators were sword cultivators, but they were all in the foundation-building stage. So in his later years, Lin had the good fortune to see a group of sword cultivators wielding swords and dancing wildly. It was simply unbearable to watch.

The competition between ten people is mostly dazzling, but there will also be some high-quality fights between monks.

There were many spectators sitting around Lin Wannian, and during this competition, he heard someone shouting.

"Come on, Brother Chen!"

At this moment, there was only a fight between a sword cultivator and a magic cultivator left on the arena.

One of them is a cultivator from the Emperor Class of Xingyuan Sect, and the other is Senior Sister Jiang’s fiancé.

Lin Wannian turned his head to look at the people around him, and his eyes fell on Jiang Cangyu who was watching not far away.

Looking towards the arena again, looking at the two people, one is his own junior fellow apprentice, the other is his Taoist partner, it's quite interesting.

The magic cultivator deployed his formation quickly and avoided the sword cultivator's attack. On the contrary, if the sword cultivator had strong perseverance, he could easily break the magic cultivator's formation and give him the final blow.

Although the two people in the arena have different ways of cultivation, their strengths are similar. However, towards the end, the sword cultivator's explosive power is slightly stronger than Jin Qianchen.

Jin Qianchen on the stage avoided the opponent's sword skills and quickly defended himself. However, when he activated the formation, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "Actually, I don't believe in fate."

Chen Qi held the sword and looked directly at the man in front of him. He knew the strength that the other party could currently use, and pointed out: "You are just resisting desperately now."

Jin Qianchen looked at the woman sitting in the stands, chuckled, raised his hand and made a gesture: "Let's try it then."

As his formation rose, the arena became his formation point.

"That's a spirit-attracting formation. Brother Jin, are you going to fight him to the death?"

"There is no need to spend so much energy to participate in this four-party meeting." Some monks even said so.

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