"Please enter your name or code."
Lu Lin looked at the prompt in front of him, hesitated for a moment, but still entered his name.
He was still unclear about how this Battlefield Secret Realm worked. If it was like an online game and just a virtual task with complete self-strength, then he must consider one thing.
To make it easy for Zhang Xianzhi to find him.
After entering his name, he entered a battlefield.
Novice Camp.
Lu Lin's figure appeared, and at the same time, there were several other young men wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes.
"Is everyone here? Five people. Hmm, you five form a team and go directly to find Mr. Fan Hong."
"First, register your names and the martial arts you have cultivated."
The person responsible for registration at the Novice Camp was a slightly older middle-aged man. His long hair tied into a bun at the back of his head, with a few strands floating in the wind around his dark face.
"Okay, Brother Ma."
