Chapter 1802 The game begins

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"Seizure? What's going on? Tell me slowly." Hearing this, He Zhengren couldn't help but stand up immediately.

Ge Liang was the strongest among the ten monks who came to participate in the battle in Hemu City, and there was absolutely no room for failure. He was also a little confused. Didn't Ge Liang go to deal with Wang Fan? Why was he detained?

"Lord City Lord, this is what happened." The woman did not dare to hesitate and quickly told the story exactly.

When He Zhengren heard this, he became so furious that his nose almost broke with anger, "Don't you have any brains, how dare you do something in the store?"

Especially when he heard that he would be compensated with more than 200 million high-grade spiritual stones, his heart was bleeding.

Two hundred million high-grade spiritual stones, although it was not a big amount to him, it was still quite a lot. He was very unwilling to hand it over like this for no reason.

What made him most intolerable was that Ge Liang was clearly looking for trouble with Wang Fan. Now that Wang Fan had nothing to do, he still had to spend spiritual stones to redeem someone. This was simply stealing a chicken but losing a lot of rice.

"It's really something that succeeds more than fails." However, no matter how unwilling He Zhengren was, he could not ignore Ge Liang. He said angrily and walked out of the room.

The woman didn't dare to talk nonsense and quickly followed behind.

When Wang Fan came back with Song Rumei, he happened to see an angry He Zhengren leading the woman out.

He originally didn't intend to pay attention to He Zhengren, but when he saw He Zhengren's angry look, he couldn't help but be slightly startled, and quickly stepped forward to say hello.

"Wang Fan has met the Lord of the City. Lord of the City, where are you going in such a hurry?"

He Zhengren was already very angry, but now that he saw Wang Fan and Song Rumei coming in chatting and laughing, and hearing Wang Fan's hypocritical etiquette, his anger surged uncontrollably.

He stared at Wang Fan grimly for a long time, snorted coldly, and left the manor angrily without saying a word.

He Zhengren knows that even if he thinks about it again

You must endure the killing of Wang Fan. Otherwise, once the Lord of Huanyun City finds out, his fate will be tragic.

When Wang Fan saw He Zhengren ignoring him, he didn't care. He smiled and took Song Rumei back to his residence.

At the moment when he saw He Zhengren, his nervousness caused by King Huanmi inexplicably relaxed a lot.

In the next two days, Wang Fan did not take Song Rumei out again, but remained huddled in the room.

This made He Zhengren Ge Liang and others very angry.

Especially Ge Liang, his plot against Wang Fan failed, but instead he lost an adult. He already hated Wang Fan with all his heart. He was just waiting for Wang Fan to leave his residence and then take revenge.

But he never expected that Wang Fan would not go out, which gave him nowhere to vent his pent-up anger.

Three days passed by in a hurry, and soon it was time for the Hundred Cities Competition to begin.

On this day, early in the morning, Wang Fan and others woke up from practicing or sleeping, and followed Gong Xiangheng to the square in the center of the imperial capital city.

Since the Nine Kingdoms Monk Conference is held every ten years, every time it will be extremely grand.

Countless monks, whether they are contestants or not, will rush to the Imperial City to watch this grand event.

Although the Hundred Cities Competition is just the appetizer of the Nine Kingdoms Monk Conference, it still attracts much attention.

When Wang Fan and his party came to the streets of the Imperial City, the streets were already overcrowded.

Countless monks were like locusts, swarming so densely that the roads were choked with water.

On both sides of the street, there are countless guards from the imperial family to maintain order and prevent adverse events from happening.

Wang Fan and his party walked enough

It took more than an hour to arrive at the central square.

The central square has been completely under martial law. Non-participating monks must obtain admission tickets to be eligible to enter and watch the battle, otherwise they will not be able to enter.

As contestants, Wang Fan and his party naturally did not need the tickets. There were already people waiting outside early and they were taken directly into the square.

The square in the Imperial City is very large, covering tens of thousands of square meters, but even so, it is almost filled with people, which shows how popular it is.

In the center of Guangcheng, eight huge battle platforms were built. The battle platforms were high enough to be clearly visible from anywhere in the square.

As the Hundred Cities Competition was about to begin, cheers, shouts, and screams were heard below, and all the monks had begun to look forward to it with excitement.

This fiery scene, even in Wang Fan's state of mind, couldn't help but make his blood boil.

This is really attracting everyone's attention. Not to mention standing out in the Nine Kingdoms Competition, even standing out in the Hundred Cities Competition is probably enough to make him famous.

Wang Fan looked at the excited people in the audience and the many city monks participating in the competition, and inevitably felt a sense of pride in his heart.

However, just when he couldn't help but feel agitated, his eyes couldn't help but focus on one of the directions.

Over there, He Zhengren slowly walked over with ten people. Ge Liang, who was following him, looked at Wang Fan with eyes full of murderous intent that could not be concealed.

Wang Fan looked at Ge Liang, smiled disdainfully, and looked away.

As a strong man on the fifth level, Ge Liang was indeed pretty good to be honest, but Wang Fan still didn't take him seriously.

It would be fine if he didn't meet this person in the game. If he did, he would let Ge Liang know who would kill whom.

Ge Liang saw Wang Fan only

Just looking at him, he ignored him, and his heart immediately became even more angry.

How could he not feel Wang Fan's disdain for him? He swore that once he met Wang Fan in a competition, he would crush Wang Fan to ashes.

He wants Wang Fan to know the strength of his Ge Liang!

Wang Fanke was too lazy to pay attention to what Ge Liangzhong was thinking. Instead, his eyes swept randomly, waiting for the start of the game.

But before the game started, his eyes couldn't help but suddenly condensed, and he looked towards an entrance to the square.

There, an enchanting figure walked in slowly.

Wang Fan looked at the enchanting figure and suddenly felt a headache. He really didn't understand why this woman was here again. Could it be that she still didn't give up on him and wanted to catch him?

Seeing the appearance of King Huanmi, Wang Fan immediately no longer dared to glance around, and even his mental power no longer spread out, and he became more disciplined.

He is really afraid of this woman. There is nothing he can do about it. The gap in realm is really too big. Once she is recognized, it will definitely be a dead end.

Boom, boom, boom,

At a certain moment, with three low bells ringing, a middle-aged man flew from the sky and landed on the battle platform.

As soon as this person appeared, his tyrannical mental power swept over everyone present. In an instant, the whole place fell silent, and there was no more noise.

The moment Wang Fan noticed the other party's mental power, his heart was shocked. This person turned out to be a strong man at the eighth level of the King Realm!

At this moment, the middle-aged man spoke slowly, "The Hundred Cities Competition will begin now. Please come to the stage to draw lots for the major city lords."

"The competition system is a knockout system, and the loser has one chance to challenge the winner. The requirements of the competition are that you are not allowed to take banned drugs that increase your strength, otherwise you will be eliminated directly."

The middle-aged man's voice was concise and powerful, and it spread throughout the audience in an instant. Then, the major city lords began to take the stage and draw lots one by one.


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