Xiao Ran glanced at the jade slips scattered on the ground, and then scanned the crowd.

It is certain that the disciples who submitted to challenge the Jade Slips, except Chu Yan, are all among them, but they can't tell who they are, and even Emperor Ye Fan didn't find them out.

In addition to the inner sect disciples, there were also many inner sect coaches who came to watch the game, as well as important figures from Zong Zhishan's sub-sects.

Even Lin Yunzi came. Due to his humble status, he did not dare to say hello in public, so he only nodded and bowed to him in the crowd.

The crowd occupies the blind spots from all directions, and is as dark as the vegetation and trees, but there is no sound except for the sound of the hunting wind.

This made Xiao Ran inevitably feel nervous. He closed his eyes and listened to all things, resonated with the world, and then stabilized his mind and maintained his arrogant character.

Suddenly! My shoulders felt a little heavy.

He suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look——

The spring frog and autumn cicada unexpectedly sat on his shoulders.

One on the left, one on the right, half sitting on the buttocks and half hanging in the air.

Two fleshy little hands were caressing the back of Xiao Ran's head like an elder, four little fat legs were swinging back and forth, and the soft heels were tapping Xiao Ran's chest rhythmically.

The originally tense arena suddenly became comical.

The setting sun illuminated the banner, and the wind was low...

Xiao Ran's cold persona that he had just tried to put up was instantly shattered by the four little fat legs swinging around, which even had an itchy massage effect.
Chapter completed!