Half an hour later, the drawing of lots was completed, and the major city lords returned to their respective areas.
The reason why the city lord draws lots instead of the monks is to prevent the monks from the city from meeting and fighting in the first round.
Although the Hundred Cities Competition is only a preparation for the Nine Kingdoms Monk Conference, no matter what achievements each monk achieves, the city where they are located is unlikely to gain much benefit, but this is related to the issue of face.
Therefore, the major city lords are still very concerned about the achievements of the monks in their city.
A person has a face, and a tree needs a bark. No matter how high the city lord is, he is not immune to vulgarity and has a comparison mentality.
But this way, there are loopholes in the rules. This is no longer a competition between monks, but a competition between cities.
In other words, if the lottery number captured by this city is read, this city can send people to the stage to compete at will. Of course, each person only has one chance to take the stage.
After the drawing of lots, the competition began quickly, and all the monks began to fight fiercely.
The Wushuang City where Wang Fan was located also had a monk on the scene, but after a great battle, the monk was defeated.
He was extremely unwilling to lose, but he had no choice but to pin his hopes on the next challenge.
Wang Fan did not play. He had been staring at King Huanmi, Hemu City's He Zhengren and others.
He and Zhengren were currently chatting with other city lords, and while chatting, his eyes would glance towards them from time to time, with extremely cold eyes.
As soon as Wang Fan saw this guy's appearance, he knew that this guy didn't hold his shit in well and was probably plotting with the city lord on how to deal with his Wushuang City.
However, Wang Fan doesn't care at all. The most important thing in this competition is strength. He is confident that with his strength, there is absolutely no problem in entering the top 200 of this hundred-city competition.
Even if he really encounters a stronger opponent than him, he can completely admit defeat and wait for the next challenge.
However, Wang Fan did not believe that the other party could send an opponent who would make him admit defeat.
"Wang Fan, the one who was talking to He Zhengren was the unblocker of Bian Yucheng. Jiefeng and He Zhengren have a good personal relationship. They must be plotting against our Wushuang City, or against you. You must be careful."
Just as Wang Fan was looking at He Zhengren, Gong Xiangheng said to Wang Fan slightly worriedly.
Although he has many city lords with whom he has good personal relationships, he is also very concerned about the results of this competition. But he is an open-minded person, but he is unwilling to use those despicable methods.
"Don't worry, City Master Gong, I will pay attention." Wang Fan said politely.
"Yes." Gong Xiangheng nodded, then looked at Tu Yizhao and the other eight people who were not on the field and began to give instructions.
Along with the competition, it soon came to Wushuang City again. This time, Wushuang City’s opponent was Bian Yucheng.
Seeing that his city was finally facing Wushuang City, Jie Feng grinned, pointed at one of them and said, "Go ahead, no matter who is on the other side, remember to kill without mercy!"
"Yes." The man responded respectfully, and then immediately stepped onto the battlefield, looking at Wang Fan and his group with a sinister expression.
Wang Fan frowned slightly as he watched this scene. He could feel that this guy's strength was at the fourth level and he had bad intentions.
To be honest, he really wanted to go out and deal with this guy to prevent him from killing the monks in Wushuang City.
But he was worried that after he came to power, Wushuang City would encounter Hemu City again, and in that case no one would be able to deal with Ge Liang.
Although he felt very uncomfortable when he saw Ge Liang, Ge Liang was indeed very powerful, at least much more powerful than the Bian Yucheng monk who came to power at this time.
Gong Xiangheng's face was also a little ugly. What Wang Fan could think of, how could he not think of it?
He is thinking about it
Do you want Wang Fan to come on the field? When it comes time to decide who to send, Tu Yishao suddenly spoke, "Lord City Lord, I'll fight him."
"Okay, then be careful." Gong Xiangheng originally wanted to ask Tu Yizhu if he was sure, but he was afraid of damaging Tu Yizhu's confidence, so he could only comfort him like this.
"Yes." Tu Yizhao nodded and immediately flew towards the fighting platform.
"Jing Wu, if you don't want to kill unknown people, tell me who you are." After Tu Yizhao flashed onto the battlefield, the Yucheng monk over there immediately asked in a ferocious voice.
"You don't deserve to know my name yet." Tu Yiqiao smiled coldly and directly grabbed the spear that had killed countless people.
At the same time, the rich blood evil energy on his body also spurted out in an instant, and the aura climbed to the extreme in an instant.
"Looking for death!" Jing Wu faced Tu Yizhao's bloody aura, but was completely unmoved. He shouted coldly, suddenly grabbed a bloody cauldron, and frantically blasted towards Tu Yizhu.
The moment the bloody cauldron was sacrificed, the sound of whining spread out, and layers of red blood mist appeared in the air. Killing intent emerged from the blood mist, and it was extremely powerful.
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"Humph, it's not certain who is looking for death!" Tu Yimai felt this scene, his face suddenly became ferocious, he grabbed the spear with his right hand and swung it forward suddenly, "Break it!"
In an instant, the spear broke through the air, launched a crazy killing force, and bombarded the big cauldron. The evil energy in his body surged towards Jing Wu like a tide.
Bang bang bang!
Several deafening roars were heard, and the spear struck hard on the bloody cauldron.
However, Tu Yizhi's spear failed to move the bloody cauldron even half.
This was also the first time that he failed to see blood or kill anyone with one spear.
Tu Yizhuo's expression changed slightly, but he was not afraid at all.
He grabbed the spear with one hand and moved it towards the bloody cauldron again, and quickly tied the seal with the other hand.
As he struck out the seal, streaks of white light emerged instantly and merged into the spear.
The moment the white light merged into the spear, the power of the spear also greatly increased. Likewise, Tu Yizhao's face began to turn pale.
But despite this, there was only murderous intent and perseverance in his eyes.
Boom boom boom!
After several loud noises, the big bloody cauldron was finally shaken, and those who were hit began to retreat.
But at this moment, Jing Wu smiled coldly, pinched his hands suddenly, spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and shouted, "Go!"
In an instant, the blood essence was integrated into the cauldron at lightning speed.
The originally blood-red cauldron became even scarier after being blended with his blood essence. At the same time, an extremely tyrannical force emerged from the cauldron.
With a bang, Tu Yizhao's spear was knocked away in an instant. Tu Yizhui even spurted out a large mouthful of blood after taking a few steps back.
"Death!" Jing Wu watched this scene and yelled out one word again. The cauldron instantly rose into the air and slammed down towards Tu Yizhao with lightning speed.
At this moment, Tu Yizhuo's expression turned grim, and Wang Fan couldn't help but stand up.
"I surrender!" At the critical moment, Tu Yizhao suddenly shouted three words, and at the same time, his body had been blasted into the air, and he flew out of the battle platform amid a large spray of blood.
Jing Wu looked at this scene and couldn't help but secretly thought it was a pity.
He could sense that although Tu Yizhao had been seriously injured, it was not fatal.
If Tu Yimai failed to shout the words "I surrender", he could still kill him, but now, he couldn't.
At the same time, Gong Xiangheng's face instantly darkened, looking extremely ugly.