Lu Fan was also stunned for a moment, not hearing anything at all.
"I didn't, and no one told me."
He told the truth.
"Huh?" The old man's pupils shrank for a while.
There was a sharp look in his eyes when he looked at Lu Fan.
You dare to come to the Tianbang Competition without an invitation letter. Do you really think that the Tianbang Competition is just a roadside stall that any cat or dog can step on?
"Oh, didn't you even understand the rules before you came here?" the old man said with a sneer.
The young talents who appeared here with Lu Fan were all a little stunned after hearing Lu Fan's words.
Immediately, the whole room burst into laughter.
One less person means one less competitor.
What's more, they had long noticed Wenren Muxue, who was like a fairy. The two of them walked very close together, which made many male monks who regarded themselves as aloof feel extremely unhappy.
"What's so funny?"
Lu Fan looked indifferent, but he was a little worried that Dongfang Yanran would end up in his current situation if she also didn't have an invitation letter.
"Young man, who gave you the courage to ignore the rules?"
As soon as the old man's breath came out, he completely locked Lu Fan to death. The terrifying and hidden pressure was ready to burst out. Even if Lu Fan said the wrong word, he would be killed!
Challenging the rules of the Tianbang is a capital crime.
"Kill him directly, why bother?"
Some people said impatiently and couldn't wait to rest and prepare to go to the competition venue.
"I really don't understand the rules."
Lu Fan chuckled lightly: "But if you say that I flout the rules, it's a bit of a joke."
"The three conditions for participating in the Tianbang are qualifications, invitation letter, and what is the other one?"
The old man frowned slightly: "Of course he is a disciple of a famous family..."
He was suddenly startled: "Which sect are you a disciple of?"
"South China Sea Wonderland, the owner of Longhu Island."
Wenren Muxue stood up: "You don't have any impression at all, do you?"
