Wushuang City, City Lord’s Mansion.
It was already packed to the brim and overcrowded.
In the huge martial arts training ground in the city lord's palace, ten huge battle platforms were built. On the battle platforms, countless monks were fighting crazily.
All of them were extremely excited, with bloodthirsty and determination in their eyes.
Every monk is bound to win the top ten spots in this unparalleled city.
Even if they don't seek to qualify to participate in the Nine Kingdoms Competition, as long as they can stand out in a city, it will be of great benefit to their future cultivation.
On the battle stage, countless magical weapons were flying, various martial arts were emerging one after another, and those who were fighting were all fighting with great fervor.
As for those people in the audience, while watching the battle, they were also eager to try, waiting for their appearance.
After Wang Fan arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, the battle had already begun, but he was not interested in watching those people fight.
After all, the strongest among those contestants are only at the seventh or eighth level of the Mysterious Realm, so it is really difficult for him to catch his eye. .??.
When Wang Fan entered the City Lord's Mansion, he received the number 1136, which means that he was the 1136th person to sign up.
He looked at the number in his hand and felt quite speechless.
A mere unparalleled city has so many monks signing up. This shows how difficult it will be to qualify for the Nine Kingdoms Competition.
Just when Wang Fan felt quite bored, a man in a red shirt quickly stepped onto the third platform.
This man looked to be in his forties, dressed in red, holding a blood-red spear, and his whole body was filled with the aura of bloodshed.
The moment he came on the stage, he had already attracted the attention of countless people, and countless trembling sounds were heard.
"The Blood Fiend slaughtered a spear, I didn't expect him to come too."
"Oh my God, this Blood Fiend Tu Yili is one of the most notorious casual cultivators in our Longao Empire.
, it seems that he will definitely get one of the ten places in this Wushuang City."
"It is rumored that this person's strength is extremely close to the realm. Not only is he ruthless and capable of leaping into battles, but he also always kills people with just one spear, and his whole body is stained with blood."
Ninety percent of those who offend this person will die miserably. I really didn’t expect that he would dare to participate in this competition with so many enemies."
The monks in the audience couldn't help but talk about it. Wang Fan couldn't help but look over after hearing these comments.
The moment he saw this person, his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly, with interest flashing in them.
Although some monks said that this person's strength was infinitely close to the realm, in Wang Fan's eyes, this guy clearly concealed his strength and was a strong man at the second level of the realm.
Although this person is on the second level of cultivation, it is impossible to pose any threat to Wang Fan.
But in this small Wushuang City, such a powerful person appeared, which made Wang Fan have to pay attention to the Nine Kingdoms Competition.
Tu Yizhao's opponent was an already pale middle-aged man whose strength was at the eighth level of the Xuan Realm.
When he saw Tu Yizhao, his expression changed obviously, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.
But when Zheng was about to clasp his fists and plan to say something, Tu Yishao smiled ferociously, and the spear in his hand turned into a streak of red lightning, stabbing directly towards the middle-aged man.
Tu Yizhao didn't say any nonsense, and his attacks were extremely ruthless, decisive and direct.
The moment the spear was thrust out, red rays of light emerged, unleashing endless killing intent and surging out, approaching the pale middle-aged man.
The pale middle-aged man's face became even more ugly. He didn't even have time to speak before he was already covered by the red light.
shrouded.
He frantically stirred up the spiritual energy in his body, grabbed a triangular copper awl, and tried to resist. But with a bang, his triangular copper awl was thrown away in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, streaks of red light directly flooded his body, and countless blood flowers scattered, dyeing Tu Yizhao's body and the entire battle platform red.
Under one spear, a middle-aged man at the eighth level of the Xuan Realm died!
The people in the audience couldn't help but gasped when they saw this scene.
This Blood Demon Killing Spear is really terrifying. With this kind of method and this kind of strength, not many people dare to fight with it.
"I will take one of the top ten places in this Wushuang City. If anyone is not convinced, just come and fight. I will be waiting on the battlefield."
After Tu Yi spear killed the middle-aged man, he stretched out his tongue to lick the blood from his mouth, glanced at the monks below, and said proudly.
Crazy! Extremely crazy!
At this moment, this person actually has the aura to look down on the world!
All the monks in the audience looked ugly, but no one dared to challenge him.
Even those who thought they were no weaker than Tu Yizhao did not challenge Tu Yizhu.
For them, as long as they get a top ten spot, there is no need to take risks until the last moment.
Wang Fan also did not choose to challenge Tu Yishao. Although it would be easy for him to kill this man, he did not want to stand out too much.
The battle continued, and the fighting was extremely fierce. Soon, nine more monks stood out.
Six of these nine monks have reached the level of strength, and the remaining three are at the peak of the ninth level of the Xuan Realm.
After they took the stage, they immediately occupied the other nine battle platforms, and without leaving, they uttered the same arrogant words as Tu Yizhao.
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Their actions actually broke the elimination rules of this screening. However, in order to compete for the top ten as soon as possible, the city lord's mansion turned a blind eye and ignored them.
This time, the monks in the audience didn't buy it. Those who were called with number cards picked their opponents among the ten people and started fighting.
Naturally, those ten people were not polite. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they were extremely ruthless and sharp in their attacks. Everyone who fought with them was killed and no one survived.
In this atmosphere, those monks who had not yet participated in the battle but lacked self-confidence gave up one after another and did not dare to continue the challenge. Most of the monks were quickly eliminated.
After another hour passed, the numbers had been read from 1126 to 1135. It could be said that it would soon be Wang Fan's turn with the number 1136.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh to himself. Under normal circumstances, it would take at least a few more hours before it would be his turn.
But after these ten people appeared, his battle was advanced. According to his estimate, at least five hundred people gave up the fight.
"No. 1136."
When the number plate read Wang Fan, Wang Fan flashed and went directly to the seventh stage.
On this fighting platform is a young monk whose strength is at the peak of the ninth level of the Xuan Realm, and his strength is also the weakest among the ten.
The reason why Wang Fan chose him was, firstly, because he had no opponent at the moment, and secondly, because this person was the weakest.
Of course, the persimmon should be picked soft so that it doesn't stand out too much.
When the young man at the ninth level of the Xuan Realm saw that Wang Fan turned out to be a guy even younger than him, his eyes were neutral but showed disdain.
He stretched out his right index finger, pointed at Wang Fan, and shouted arrogantly, "For the sake of your youth, I won't kill you, grandpa. Get out of here, otherwise don't blame grandpa for being cruel."
This chapter has been completed!