Fantasy: I, Who Can View The Script Of My Life, Can Be Arbitrary Forever

Enlightenment opportunities are rare, and Zhang Fan must cherish this opportunity.

He looked at the scene.

"Zhang Fan, why do I feel that Brother Xiao Huo is very powerful? How did he lose to me?" Shao Han touched his head, looking puzzled.

Before, she had a sword fight with Xiao Huo and defeated him, which made her happy for a while.

"Of course, he must have let you win..." Zhang Fan hadn't finished speaking.

Shao Han slapped her thigh.

"I know, it must be because I'm so amazing. Although Brother Xiao Huo looks powerful, I'm even more powerful!"

The little girl seemed to have found the truth, and her face was full of joy.

"..." Zhang Fan was speechless. "So, if I defeat you, I'm even more powerful, right?"

"That's cheating, it doesn't count!" Shao Han retorted.

"...Fine."

Zhang Fan couldn't be bothered to argue about this.

Liu Ruoxue looked at Shao Han and said, "You must be the quasi-saint with a talent of six levels, right?"

"It's me, what's the matter?" Shao Han raised her head high, trying to appear more imposing.

"Pfft."

Seeing Shao Han's proud appearance, Liu Ruoxue couldn't help but laugh.

"Nice to meet you. I used to have a sister who looked a lot like you."

Liu Ruoxue said.

"What's the big deal about looking alike? Don't try to claim we're relatives. Let me tell you, it's impossible!" Shao Han said directly.

In her opinion, this sister had ulterior motives.

Although she was pretty, Shao Han wouldn't develop a liking for her just because of a few words.

She must be trying to get closer to Zhang Fan, after all, everyone knew she was Zhang Fan's adopted sister!

Liu Ruoxue looked at her and couldn't help but smile. However, for some reason, she had a good impression of Shao Han the first time they met.

Perhaps Shao Han reminded her of the sister she had lost.

"Xiao Han, even if you don't like Sister Liu, you should still be polite," Zhang Fan criticized.

Suddenly, he realized something.

He almost forgot.

Shao Han's life script was loyal to Liu Ruoxue.

He couldn't let the two of them get too close.

It wouldn't be good if she betrayed him in the future.

"Hmph." Shao Han snorted and turned her head away.

Zhang Fan didn't continue the discussion between the two of them, but instead focused his gaze on the arena.

The battle on the arena had already reached a white-hot stage.

"Lin Qiangjian, I gave you a chance to admit defeat. Don't you know what's good for you?" One of them taunted while attacking.

"Senior Zhou, the truth will be revealed on the arena. I won't easily admit defeat!" Lin Qiangjian's gaze was resolute.

"Hmph, you're asking for it!" Senior Zhou's face turned fierce. He hated people who defied him the most.

If it were outside the arena, the consequences would usually be very dire.

This person's cultivation was far inferior to his, yet he dared to defy him. After the competition, he would make him pay.

"Rainbow Pierces the Sun!"

Suddenly, Lin Qiangjian made a fierce move, using an extremely sharp technique that shook the void with its imposing momentum.

Pfft!

Senior Zhou was caught off guard and was actually stabbed in the arm!

"You're asking for death!"

Senior Zhou was completely enraged and directly used a killing move. He repeatedly attacked Lin Qiangjian, even stabbing him in the chest.

"Pfft..."

Lin Qiangjian spat out a mouthful of blood, seriously injured, but his eyes remained firm, refusing to admit defeat.

Seeing that Senior Zhou was about to launch another killing move, Lin Qiangjian was powerless to resist.

He was about to admit defeat, but it was too late!

"That's enough!"

At this moment, an elder in charge of the competition stepped in and blocked Senior Zhou's attack.

Lin Qiangjian luckily survived.

"Zhou Haisheng."

The elder announced.

"Hmph, you're lucky. This matter won't end here." Zhou Hai looked at Lin Qiangjian and coldly said.

Lin Qiangjian walked off the stage, holding his injured chest, to treat himself.

But there was a trace of unwillingness on his face.

"Xiao Han, I'll leave for a moment. You sit here and don't run around," Zhang Fan casually instructed.

"Where are you going, Zhang Fan?" Shao Han asked.

"Don't ask too many questions, I'll be back soon."

Zhang Fan left without saying another word.

"You're the child, you're not much older than me!" Shao Han looked at Zhang Fan's back and said defiantly.

"Yes, Xiao Han is not a child anymore." Liu Ruoxue smiled and stepped forward to join the conversation.

"Is Xiao Han your name?" Shao Han glared at her angrily, and this scene made Liu Ruoxue feel familiar with the other person's thoughts.

.....

Zhang Fan followed Lin Qiangjian all the way.

Lin Qiangjian dragged his injured body to a cliff on the outer peak of the sect.

This cliff was where he usually practiced.

He let out a roar of unwillingness, venting his frustrations.

"Why, after joining the Holy Land and working hard to cultivate for so long, did I lose in the first match of the outer sect competition?!"

"Is all my effort meaningless?"

Zhang Fan looked at him and patted his shoulder, saying a word.

You're right, effort is useless.

In this fantasy world where talent is supreme, it is not possible to surpass geniuses through effort alone.

Talent determines the lower limit, effort determines the upper limit, and opportunities are the means to improve the lower limit.

But Zhang Fan didn't say anything.

He quietly waited for the other person to vent and then bandaged his wounds.

Before he could finish bandaging, a familiar figure approached.

"Senior Zhou..."

"Tsk tsk, you came here. Just now, seeing you yelling like that, it really made me laugh." Zhou Hai walked over, laughing heartily.

"Senior Zhou, why are you here? I accidentally injured you on the stage, and you also injured me like this. Do we still have grievances?" Lin Qiangjian said cautiously.

"Hahaha, you, a useless person, dare to hurt me and claim to be on par with me? Offending me, I will make you die!" Zhou Hai's eyes were fierce as he attacked directly. Lin Qiangjian, who was seriously injured, was powerless to resist.

He was about to be knocked off the cliff.

At this moment, a figure attacked and caught the crucial strike with two fingers.

Zhou Hai was surprised and looked at the person in front of him.

"Saint Child?"

"It's me."

Zhang Fan pushed away the sword he caught and said, "Give my friend here some face, and let this matter go. Don't bother this brother in the future."

If it were an ordinary person, Zhou Hai would definitely laugh and say, "Who dares to give me face? What face do you have?"

But he was facing Zhang Fan, the Saint Child of the Holy Land.

Even if he was unhappy, he had to endure it and smiled, "So it's Saint Child Zhang. Saint Child's face must be given. I didn't know he was Saint Child's person before. Please forgive me, Saint Child."

Zhou Hai smiled obsequiously.

"Well, you can go now, and don't attack him again." Zhang Fan said.

"Yes, yes!" Zhou Hai nodded repeatedly.

"You can leave now." Zhang Fan waved his hand.

Reluctantly, Zhou Hai left.

After Zhou Hai left, Lin Qiangjian quickly got up and thanked, "Thank you, Saint Child, for saving me!"

"No need to thank me, we are all fellow disciples."

"Saint Child is truly admirable and worthy of respect!" Lin Qiangjian said.

"No need for excessive courtesy. Since there's nothing else, you can leave here. I'll stay here alone for a while," Zhang Fan said.

"Alright."

Lin Qiangjian was about to leave.

Zhang Fan suddenly grabbed his shoulder and said, "Effort is worthy of recognition. Those who accomplish great things not only possess extraordinary talent, but also have unwavering determination. Keep moving forward, and you will reach the pinnacle of the path."

Lin Qiangjian froze for a moment.

"Thank you, Saint Child. I will remember that."