Time passed, and soon, monks came to the top of the mountain one after another.
After the monks reached the top of the mountain, those who were confident in their own strength began to occupy the stone piers.
Those who did not have absolute confidence in themselves were waiting aside like the three hundred monks.
In this way, the stone piers were occupied one by one, and soon there were less than fifty.
At this time, those who did not occupy the stone piers could no longer bear it and rushed towards the other fifty stone piers. ??
In an instant, a war broke out.
At the same time, countless people rushed towards the monks who occupied the stone pier, but were obviously not very strong.
For a moment, weapons roared and blood rained everywhere.
On Wang Fan's side, since Wang Fan has always exuded a terrifying aura of the eighth level, no one dared to snatch the stone pier.
However, something was amiss on Mo Yaoyu's side. There were at least a dozen monks, grinning ferociously and rushing towards Mo Yaoyu.
These more than ten monks were all latecomers and did not know that Wang Fan occupied Moyao Yushi Dun for them.
"Hehe, a mere first-level girl actually wants to be seated in Shidun. She is simply overestimating her abilities!"
A fourth-level monk was the fastest to attack. While he laughed ferociously, he already grabbed a weapon in his hand and blasted towards Mo Yaoyu crazily.
The terrifying killing force dispersed and instantly enveloped Mo Yaoyu, making Mo Yaoyu's face pale slightly.
The fourth level of the realm is simply not something she can compete with, and she has no power to resist.
However, although her face was pale, she was not afraid at all because she knew that Wang Fan would definitely take action.
Sure enough, just when that guy's weapon was about to hit Mo Yaoyu, Wang Fan's eyes flashed coldly, his right hand suddenly reached out, and he grabbed the man hard from the air.
The man immediately felt as if he was being grabbed by an invisible big hand, and his expression suddenly changed horribly. He turned his head and looked at Wang Fan in shock, wondering why Wang Fan had attacked him.
"You are only on the fourth level, but you dare to touch my friend's idea. I think you are overestimating your own abilities." Wang Fan said, and he grabbed hard with his right hand. The man spurted out several mouthfuls of blood and immediately retreated.
At the same time, the other ten or so people also stopped in an instant and did not dare to move forward even half a step.
Wang Fan glanced at them coldly and shouted, "Get out!"
The dozen or so monks immediately trembled and quickly backed away.
They never thought that Mo Yaoyu would be protected by someone like Wang Fan.
As a result, it is no longer realistic for them to seize Mo Yaoyu's position.
Seeing this scene, Mo Yaoyu breathed a sigh of relief and cast a grateful look at Wang Fan.
Wang Fan smiled slightly and looked at the fighting around him.
Their battle was very fierce, everyone used all their strength and means, and did not dare to hold back at all.
Soon, one-third of the nearly four hundred monks were dead.
There are fifty or sixty people who have completely occupied that stone pier, and no one dares to take action on it anymore.
After an hour passed, the war had stopped, and all the one hundred stone piers had their owners.
Among those who occupied the stone pier, except for Mo Yaoyu, who was weak in strength and stood out from the crowd, the rest, the weakest of them, had already reached the sixth level.
Moreover, their auras are very strong, and they are obviously powerful people.
But what makes Wang Fan strange is that he did not see Tu Yizhao. Obviously, Tu Yizhuo probably encountered trouble in this trial, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible that he could not come at this time.
At this moment, there are less than fifty monks who have not occupied the stone pier but have survived by chance. Their eyes flicker, still looking for a breakthrough.
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When it comes to the quota to enter the Sanhuang Palace, no one is willing to give up this kind of opportunity until the last moment.
However, most of these fifty people are at the fourth level of cultivation, and only a few of them have reached the fifth level, and they have already been injured.
It is really difficult for them to win one of the seats. Unless fifty of them can unite.
However, they don't have much close friendship with each other, so it's simply impossible to unite against the enemy.
What's more, even if they unite, they can only win one or two seats at most. After the seats are won, who should it belong to?
Wang Fanke ignored those people's thoughts. As far as he was concerned, as long as they didn't come to rob him and Mo Yaoyu, everything had nothing to do with him.
Just like that, the scene became quiet and the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing.
At a certain moment, Wang Fan's eyes suddenly froze and he couldn't help but look into the distance.
I saw a bloody light rushing over there, and it reached the top of the mountain in an instant.
After the bloody light flashed to the top of the mountain, without any hesitation, he shouted crazily, "Senior Brother Wang Fan, save me!"
Along with the sound, the man fell heavily to the ground, and his original appearance appeared.
This person, to my surprise, was the Tu Yi Spear.
However, Tu Yizhao looked extremely embarrassed at this time. He was covered in blood, his face was pale, and his breath was completely exhausted.
"Senior Brother Wang Fan? Haha, let alone Senior Brother Wang Fan, today, even if your master comes, I can't save you!"
After Tu Yizhuo finished speaking, with another disdainful voice, a young man in purple robes suddenly appeared.
After he appeared, he didn't hesitate at all, and without even looking at the monks present, he slapped Tu Yizhao hard.
This person's aura is fierce, and his strength has reached the ninth level, which is extremely terrifying!
"Oh, really, then I want to see if I can save him." However, just when the young man's slap was about to hit Tu Yixiang, another cold voice suddenly came out.
Afterwards, Wang Fan had already flashed in front of Tu Yizhao and met him with a fierce palm.
Bang!
A loud noise as loud as the sky was heard, and the two palms collided violently in mid-air.
In an instant, terrifying energy overflowed, and cracks as thick as a bowl were torn out on the ground.
After Wang Fan exchanged palms with the opponent, he threw a few pills to Tu Yizhao to swallow, and then looked coldly at the young man in purple.
The young man in purple also had cold eyes and looked at Wang Fan coldly.
When he realized that Wang Fan's strength was only at the eighth level, shock appeared in his eyes.
It is simply unbelievable that someone who is only on the eighth level can fight against someone on the ninth level without getting hurt.
"Are you Wang Fan? Why, you want to meddle in other people's business and offend me, Ouyang Zhi, for this guy?" The young man in purple said coldly, and the aura of the ninth level was already blooming crazily.
"Ouyang Zhi, he is actually Ouyang Zhi?"
"It is rumored that Ouyang Zhi has reached the peak of the ninth level and is one step away from entering the king level. I never expected that he would also come to participate in this monk competition."
"Ouyang Zhi's arrival, doesn't it mean that one of the hundred of us has to withdraw and give up a position?"
When the monks in the surrounding area heard the young man in purple announcing his name, their expressions changed drastically!
Ouyang Zhi lives in the Longao Empire and has a very vicious reputation! He never makes sense when killing people, and his methods are extremely cruel.
According to legend, a disciple of a king-level warrior provoked him and was brutally killed by him. After the king-level warrior found out, he immediately began to hunt down Ouyang Zhi. However, in the end, the king-level warrior was killed by Ouyang Zhi.
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Killing the king with his position, this shows the terrifying strength of Ouyang Zhi.