章 671: The Pageant of Martial Arts Contest

Each participant had a seat that abutted one another to encircle Coliseum B.

When Zhang Ruochen located his seat and sat down, the man on his left gave a low and deep laugh. "You dare to participate in the Sword Martial Arts Contest for Monks with a cultivation of the Eighth Change in the Fish-Dragon Realm at such a young age! Are you too proud of yourself or are you looking down upon us predecessors?"

Zhang Ruochen turned to look at him and found him vaguely familiar.

After thinking it over, he seemed to remember that this man was one of Qi Feiyu's suitors and he had met him once at the foot of the Ancient Gods Mountains.

Zhang Ruochen checked the name on the wooden board hanging on the man's seat. It said, "Xie Yunfan".

Zhang Ruochen smiled. "It's just a sword martial arts contest. You don't have to fly into a rage over it."