The next morning, Chu Xiong followed behind Lin An and arrived at the plaza in front of the Rising Sun Hall.

From time to time, there would be people rushing over from the surroundings. There was no one on the six chairs in front of the Rising Sun Hall. It was obvious that the six elders had yet to arrive.

When everyone saw this scene, they could only wait.

Deacon Huang, who was in charge of hosting the Small Competition yesterday, also came here and sat cross-legged in a corner.

"Lin An, Fellow Daoist Lin, congratulations." Chu Xiong was standing behind Lin An, and he saw a person go up to Lin An's side while smiling.

Chu Xiong's brows twitched. He actually recognized this person. It was Xu Dongwei.

The "merchant" Taoist who sold spells to others.

"What is he doing here?" Chu Xiong blinked his eyes and thought to himself.

"Many thanks, fellow daoist." Lin An cupped his hands together with a smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, you truly demonstrated your godly might yesterday, to actually defeat the Zhang Clan disciple, Zhang Peng. "They really are people without any background. They fought for our honor, showed their faces, and became angry." Xu Dong flattered Lin An.

Chu Xiong rubbed his chin, revealing a curious expression.

Xu Dongwei did not intentionally lower his voice, speaking in an ordinary voice. At this moment, there were many people in the plaza, but most of them were sitting cross-legged to meditate or rest. There weren't many people chatting with each other.

This led to the people not far from Lin An. They all heard Xu Dongwei's words and turned to look at him.

Lin An wasn't famous, but Zhang Peng, a descendant of the Zhang Clan, was one of the low-level disciples of the Gui Yun Sect.

He is Lin An!

He is Lin An!

Some people whispered.

Xu Dong's flattery shocked Lin An for a moment before he burst out laughing.

"Zhang Peng's strength is actually quite good. However, he must blame his bad luck in encountering me." Lin An shook his head with a look of regret on his face.

Xu Dongwei had initially only been flattering him, but Lin An's unflustered response surprised Xu Dong. However, his reaction was also very fast and he rolled his eyes.

"That's right, that's right. With Fellow Lin's strength, Zhang Peng naturally wouldn't be a problem, but today's match is extremely important. It's important that you can determine the top 10 .. " Xu Dong changed the topic.

When Lin An heard this, his face turned solemn. There was a reward for entering the top ten. He was also very envious.

"Fellow Daoist Lin." Suddenly, Xu Dong lowered his voice and said, "I have some good stuff here. I don't know if you want it or not, but it can help you achieve victory in the Small Competition."

Chu Xiong pursed his lips, he had a guess as to the purpose of Xu Dong's visit.

He can't be here...

Xu Dong took out a yellow card from his shirt.

A spell!

The corners of Chu Xiong's mouth trembled.

Sure enough, he was here to sell something!

"This spell is an Intermediate Attack Charm." Xu Dongwei said excitedly.

Intermediate Talisman? Lin An revealed a puzzled expression.

"That's right. With this symbol, Fellow Lin will definitely be able to achieve a miraculous victory in a short time and obtain the upper hand." Xu Dong patted his chest as he solemnly vowed.

"You .." Lin An asked doubtfully.

Xu Dong stretched out his ten fingers and said, "Ten mid-grade spirit stones and ten mid-grade spirit stones would be enough to let Fellow Daoist achieve victory without a hitch." Xu Dong shouted as he used his spirit energy to block out the sound around him.

This time, Lin An completely understood what was going on. He looked at Xu Dong with a strange expression and sighed, "Intermediate level runes are not bad, but I already have them." As he spoke, he glanced at Chu Xiong.

Chu Xiong rolled his eyes and looked at the blue sky. He did not plan to give the rune to Lin An. These few fighting spells were quite impressive, not to mention the fact that he didn't have many spells in his hands.

"Fellow daoist still has this thing!" Xu Dong was truly surprised. He had seen Lin An cast a mid-tier spell during the match yesterday. He had thought that since Lin An did not have any talismans on him today, he would definitely be able to buy another one from him.

The result was that Lin An still had more in his hands!

This brat's looks were ordinary, but he was actually a rich person. Xu Dong thought to himself, "I've misjudged him before. I must keep an eye on him in the future."

"Since Fellow already has one, then I wish you all the best." Xu Dong cupped his hands and smiled as he walked away.

Seeing that Xu Dong Wei had left, Lin An looked at Chu Xiong and laughed, "Chu Xiong, shouldn't you give me your sigil now? This was about to enter the top ten! The opponents are all very strong. Without the symbols, even if I am afraid, it will be difficult for me to win. "

According to Chu Xiong's character, he would naturally not give it to him. However, in the previous match, Lin An had been suppressed by his opponent the moment he entered the arena. His opponent would only be stronger this time.

If he let Lin An use the flying sword and small shield in his hands and something really go wrong, it would be bad for Chu Xiong himself.

After understanding the pros and cons, Chu Xiong did not waste any words. He slapped his storage bag with one hand and threw the two runes into Lin An's hands. When Lin An saw this, he was overjoyed and immediately put away the sigil in his storage bag.

These were both mid-ranked runes. Even if there were only two of them, it would be enough to ensure Lin An's safety. Chu Xiong pondered.

At this moment, there was a slight commotion in the surrounding crowd. Many Taoists who were meditating also stood up.

It's here!

It's here!

The Elder is here!

Chu Xiong quickly looked up and saw six people walk out of the Hall of Rising Sun.

The Six Elders of Gui Yun.

He was still sitting on the same six chairs from yesterday.

The grand elder of Xiahou Ying who was sitting in the center waved his hand toward the front. Deacon Huang who was sitting on one side of the square immediately stood up and walked to the center of the square.

The people who were originally standing in the center scattered in all directions.

Deacon Huang swept his eyes over the crowd and said in a clear voice, "Next up is the final small competition. The rules are .."

Unlike yesterday's rules, today was the drawing of lots.

When Lin An heard his name being called, he walked up and pulled out a bamboo stick from the bamboo tube in Deacon Huang's hand. Then, he returned to Chu Xiong's side.

There were only fifteen people left, and the process of drawing lots went by very quickly.

When everyone had drawn their lot, Deacon Huang once again called out, "Number one, number two."

Two people walked out from two different corners of the square. Just like yesterday, the two of them reported their names and started casting spells to fight with each other. As the two of them were Mid Rank Mortal Body level cultivators, their fight yesterday was much better than the one before. After all, whether it was in terms of magic power or the types of Dao arts they knew. The two of them had immersed themselves in cultivation for many years, and they were far from something that those few years of cultivators could compare with.

Because of this, the fight lasted much longer than yesterday.

Only after fighting for an entire hour did one of them make use of the lack of spiritual energy in the other party's body to use a Dao technique to break through the other party's protective spiritual light and obtain victory.

On Chu Xiong's side, he was still admiring the magic of the Tao technique. On the other side, Deacon Huang shouted again: "Number 3, number 4."

Lin An turned his head, "Chu Xiong, it's our turn, you have to perform well."

He got number three!