Although Wang Fan was fighting, he did not relax his vigilance against the strong men of the Yong family on the high platform.
So he naturally knew that those powerful men of the Yong family had always been paying attention to him.
Fortunately, until now, the strong men of the Yong family have not noticed the curse mark in his body, so Wang Fan couldn't help but relax.
This time, he did not leave the battlefield quickly, but began to rack up points crazily.
Almost every monk who came up to fight with him was defeated by him and swept off the stage.
In this way, after dozens of battles, Wang Fan's points have reached 957, reaching fifth place in the rankings.
Seeing this ranking, Wang Fan felt very satisfied.
He felt that there was no need to continue fighting.
Because with his current ranking, it is almost certain that he will enter the top 100.
The most important thing is that almost no one has come up to challenge the battle platform where he is.
Although everyone knows that Wang Fan is not that kind of ruthless monk, and if you fight against Wang Fan, your life will never be in danger as long as you don't have murderous intentions, but no one has come up to challenge Wang Fan.
Because once it fails, it means elimination.
Wang Fan just smiled helplessly at this, and then left the fighting stage and became a spectator.
The battle was still going on in full swing, and after two more days, only two hundred of the ten thousand monks were left.
At this time, there are almost no weak people left.
Likewise, the fighting was no longer as crazy as before, and everyone became extremely cautious.
If you accidentally choose an invincible opponent, you will lose your life.
Wang Fan seemed very relaxed, because even now, his ranking is still in fifth place, and there is no change at all.
If no one comes to challenge him, then he will not continue to challenge.
Anyway, his goal has been achieved, he is just waiting to join the Yong family, and then find a way to get close to Yong Wudao.
"Brother, I think Wang Fan, who is ranked fifth, is very average. He cannot be your opponent. How about you help me deal with him?"
In one location, two monks were standing together, communicating through sound transmission.
The person who spoke was a female nun named Chai Huayun, who was ranked 132nd in the standings.
However, although her ranking is very high and her strength is considered extremely strong, she is still relatively weak among two hundred people.
Therefore, she did not dare to challenge others at all. She could only wait for others to challenge each other and improve her ranking while eliminating others.
The monk standing next to her was none other than her senior brother Yan Jue.
Yan Jue is ranked seventeenth. He is extremely powerful and decisive in killing.
Almost all of his opponents have been killed by him, with no one left alive.
When Yan Jue heard Chai Huayun's voice transmission, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch, and he instantly glanced at Wang Fan not far away, with a fierce look in his eyes.
Wang Fan, of course he is also paying attention.
In fact, he pays attention to the remaining two hundred monks.
But it seems that Wang Fan is indeed relatively easy to deal with.
Because in the subsequent battles, Wang Fan almost always defeated his opponents with a slight advantage, and there was no crushing victory at all.
In addition, after fighting for so many days, Wang Fan had only used one martial art, the Divine Slash, and was not like other monks who showed their trump cards, so he naturally despised Wang Fan.
However, despite this, Yan Jue still did not agree to his junior sister Chai Huayun immediately. He wanted to wait first.
"Aren't we going to take the top 100? There are still 200 people, why don't you challenge them? Keep fighting and killing!"
"Why did you stop? I want to see more exciting battles. Come challenge me. This is an opportunity to join the Yong family."
The monks watching the battle below, as well as the monks who were eliminated but survived, saw that no one challenged them and the scene became deserted. They couldn't help but make a sound of dissatisfaction.
They came here because they wanted to see exciting battles. Now that there is no exciting battles, they are naturally not happy.
On the high platform, the strong men of the Yong family couldn't help but frown slightly when they saw the somewhat cold scene.
After no one came on stage to challenge him for half an hour, Yong Wudao finally couldn't help but stand up.
He looked at the two hundred monks below and said, "Is there no one to challenge? If no one challenges, then this Dao Discussion Conference will end here."
"I will give you one more time to burn incense. If no one challenges you within one stick of incense, then the Dao Discussion Conference will be over."
After Yong Wudao finished speaking, he slowly sat down.
Although he also knew that the next battle would definitely be more dangerous and someone would definitely die. But he didn't care.
After all, these monks are not from the Yong family. They will die when they die. They have nothing to do with the Yong family, but they are better able to select strong men for the Yong family.
Along with Yong Wudao's voice, the atmosphere at the scene became more subtle, and it was a little quiet for a while.
Those currently ranked in the top 100 are doing relatively well, but those ranked after 100 are a little uncomfortable.
They were all selected from more than 100,000 people. They finally made it this far and will soon be in the top 100. If they just give up like this, how can they be willing to do so?
But if they don't give up, who should they challenge?
There was a brief silence, and soon someone shouted angrily, then gritted his teeth and flew to the battle platform.
"I challenge Zhang Huan, who is ranked 157th!"
As soon as the man's voice fell, a monk in red jumped out, took one step forward, and flew onto the battlefield.
"You, a mere piece of garbage ranked 169th, dare to challenge me. You are looking for death!"
The man shouted angrily, immediately took out his magic weapon and killed him.
Next, after a fierce battle, the monk ranked 169th won with difficulty, killed Zhang Huan, ranked 157th, and successfully obtained Zhang Huan points.
The two people's points were added up, and his ranking skyrocketed instantly, rising directly to 87th place, entering the top 100.
However, before he could be happy, the female cultivator named Chai Huayun, who had previously wanted to encourage her senior brother Yan Jue to kill Wang Fan, stepped up the mountain to the fighting platform and started fighting with her.
After a battle, Chai Huayun won, killed Yan Jue, and entered the top 100. But before she could be happy, another monk came on stage and challenged her.
Just like that, the battle started again, and it was even more fierce.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
These people were all considered geniuses, but they all died here. He felt unworthy for these people.
After all, it’s just to join the Yong family, why are you so desperate?
After another two hours, there were only one hundred and twenty people left who still had points.
As for the other eighty people, most of them had been killed, and only a few survived.
Of course, Wang Fan's points have not changed at all, and he is still firmly in fifth place.
Not far away, the female cultivator named Chai Huayun was seriously injured and was being supported by Yan Jue.
Since the monk who defeated her before did not have as many points as her and did not kill her, she has not been eliminated yet.
However, her ranking is already at the bottom, one hundred and twenty.
"Senior brother!" She looked at Yan Jue, desire emerging in her eyes.
Now she has no way to fight and can only rely on her senior brother.
Yan Jue glanced at Chai Huayun, sighed secretly, then stepped out and climbed onto the fighting platform.