Lihuo Sect, Jiang Zhenhai.
Not only Jiang Zhenhai, but there were also dozens of Lihuo Sect disciples among the onlookers.
Each of them was as strong as a dragon or a tiger, with robust physiques, exuding a sense of power.
When Li Pin and Fang Lingjue stepped into the training area, everyone's eyes fell on him instantly, filled with intense pressure.
Some martial artists with weaker mental states might already be feeling nervous at this point, which could hinder their performance.
However, Li Pin remains calm.
His gaze quickly fell on one of the people from Lihuo Sect.
"Your opponent this time is Zhang Chiyan, an Elixir Holding master from the hometown of Lihuo Sect in Jiangzhou. If the likes of Jiang Zhenhai and Han Li hadn't returned from the capital, he'd be a top-ten contender for Lihuo Sect."
Fang Lingjue whispered to Li Pin.
"Hold the Elixir of Lihuo Sect?"
Li Pin quickly thought of something: "Isn't Qiu Chufeng, the master of Lihuo sect, a Martial Saint?"