When he saw clearly the tragic battle situation on the top of the mountain, even the middle-aged man who was hosting the competition couldn't help but change his expression.
I saw that on the top of the mountain, there was a river of blood, piles of corpses, and broken limbs everywhere. It was like a Shura hell.
Of the thousands of participating monks, there were only less than 110 left. This was the most tragic event among the previous Nine Nations Monk Conference.
However, although the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, he quickly returned to normal.
His eyes swept over the hundreds of monks one by one, especially Mo Yaoyu, and then he said slowly, "Congratulations to everyone, you have successfully advanced to the top 100 and obtained the quota to enter the Sanhuang Palace.
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However, just as the middle-aged man said this, he was interrupted by a monk, "Senior, there is an inside story in this competition and it is unfair. I have something to say."
The person who spoke was also an eighth-level monk, whose strength was comparable to Wang Fan. He was the person with the highest cultivation level among the top 100, other than Wang Fan.
His name was Ma Wuliang, and he hesitated before speaking bravely.
He planned to tell what Wang Fan did on the top of the mountain, so that if the middle-aged man was dissatisfied, he might directly kill Wang Fan. As long as Wang Fan dies, he will be the well-deserved number one.
Although there is only one difference between first and second place, the gap is really too big. If not for the first place, Ma Wuliang would never risk his life to offend Wang Fan.
The middle-aged man's words were interrupted, and his expression immediately showed displeasure. He glanced at Ma Wuliang coldly and asked, "Oh? What's the inside story and unfairness? Tell me about it?"
At the moment of questioning, the middle-aged man's eyes already flashed murderous intent.
Someone actually dared to interrupt him, and even dared to say that there was an inside story in the game. It was unfair. This was simply a slap in his face.
"Senior, this person relied on his cultivation to not only occupy the stone pier himself, but also helped his friends occupy the stone pier. It's unfair!" Ma Wuliang pointed at Wang Fan and said crazily.
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When Wang Fan heard this, his heart suddenly sank.
While he had murderous intentions towards the unscrupulous horse, he also secretly became wary of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's strength has reached the eighth level of King Realm, and there is no way he can compete with him.
Wang Fan didn't wait for the middle-aged man to speak, he quickly clasped his fists and said respectfully, "Senior, I am wronged."
"The trial requirements only say that you can enter the top 100 by occupying the stone pier, but it doesn't say how to occupy it!"
"During the trial, the three of us were originally a group, so I believe that it is our duty to help them occupy the top 100 seats, and it does not constitute breaking the rules."
"Of course, if you feel that I have broken the rules, I am willing to give up my position."
Wang Fan's words were neither humble nor arrogant, and were sonorous and powerful.
What he said was indeed true. This trial did not mean that he could not help others.
When Ma Wuliang heard Wang Fan's words, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he couldn't find a single word to refute.
Only then did he remember that there were indeed no requirements in the trial, and it was not allowed to help others occupy seats. Since there were no requirements, Wang Fan did not violate the rules.
He secretly cursed himself for being impatient and actually said these words based on his true intention without thinking carefully.
"This is not a violation of the rules. Don't mention it again." At this moment, the middle-aged man also spoke coldly.
As he spoke, his right hand suddenly made a stroke in the air. In an instant, a huge circle appeared, then fell, encircling a kilometer radius on the ground.
After demarcating the kilometer radius, the middle-aged man touched the space ring again, and in an instant, a chair glowed with golden light.
Appeared, he was thrown directly into the center within a kilometer radius.
After the middle-aged man finished all this, he pointed to the center and said, "Now that the top 100 has been born, let's start the competition for the first place."
"Within one hour, the person sitting on that golden chair will be the first in this competition. Now, the competition begins."
However, after the middle-aged man finished speaking, it was strange that no one moved.
Obviously, they all knew that they did not have the strength to compete for first place, and that first place belonged to Wang Fan.
Wang Fan didn't move, but glanced at Ma Wuliang casually.
As long as Ma Wuliang dares to enter the designated kilometer range, he will immediately take action and kill him. Wang Fan will never be merciful to people who want his own life.
Ma Wuliang felt bitter in his heart, but he also did not dare to move.
If there was no Wang Fan, then the first place would naturally belong to him, without any dispute. But now, with Wang Fan here, he obviously has no chance of being the first place.
Of course, if Wang Fan had not killed Ouyang Zhi, he would not have been able to compete for first place given his strength.
Just like that, the scene became quiet for a while, and the atmosphere was quite weird.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but glance at Wang Fan and Ma Wuliang, thoughtfully.
With his strength, he could naturally see clearly that among the top 100 monks, Wang Fan and Ma Wuliang were the strongest, and both were at the eighth level.
However, he didn't know who was more powerful, Wang Fan or Ma Wuliang.
After all, the cultivation level can be seen, but the combat effectiveness cannot be seen at all.
Seeing that an hour was about to pass, Ma Wuliang still had no intention of competing for the first place. Wang Fan couldn't help but sigh and slowly walked towards the golden chair.
This first place involves a reward given to a country, so Wang Fan naturally cannot miss it.<
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He wants to get this first place, and then return to Tianyun Kingdom in glory, destroy the Nie family, and destroy Nie Tianlang. Presumably, by then, the expressions of the Nie family will be very exciting.
Ma Wuliang saw Wang Fan walking towards the designated area and the golden chair, clenching his fists and showing unwillingness. But in the end, he still did not dare to take action.
Wang Fan quickly sat down on the golden chair and glanced at Ma Wuliang with a hint of contempt in his eyes.
The contempt was clearly visible to everyone present. Wang Fan was obviously deliberately provoking Ma Wuliang and forcing him to take action.
However, Ma Wuliang lowered his head and pretended to be a coward.
The scene of Wang Fan beheading Ouyang Zhi was still vivid in his mind. He really didn't have the courage to fight Wang Fan.
Seeing that the hour was approaching, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh.
This is the most boring competition for first place since he presided over the Nine Nations Monk Conference three times, and no one actually took action.
An hour passed quickly, and Wang Fan became the well-deserved first place.
The middle-aged man didn't talk nonsense. After making an announcement, he led everyone down the mountain.
Outside the Longqing Mountains, many city lord monks were looking at the exit, with expressions of anxiety and expectation.
They don't know what the outcome of this competition is, whether the monks in their city have entered the top 100. Also, who is the first place?
Gong Xiangheng stood with many city lords, looking equally uneasy.
Although he was confident that Wang Fan would have no problem entering the top 100, he was not sure after all.
"They're coming out, they're coming out!"
At a certain moment, along with an excited voice, many city lords looked frantically at the entrance.
I saw more than a hundred figures slowly appearing there.