Wang Fan couldn't help but frowned when he heard this, "Didn't you choose one person? Why are there five people again? Also, what does this matter have to do with me meeting Han Qingyi?"
He had heard about this matter at Tingfeng Restaurant. And the Yushan he offended at Tingfeng Restaurant was said to be the favorite to win the selection competition.
"Senior brother, please listen to what I have to say first." The young man couldn't help sobbing at the corner of his mouth, and then said quickly,
"Among the five, four are talented disciples selected from various major sects and have been confirmed. The other one will be selected from the entire Hu Ri Empire."
"If you participate in this selection competition and successfully win the first place, you will definitely have no problem meeting Han Qingyi when you get that spot."
"Junior Sister Han Qingyi will definitely appear at the banquet held by our Huri Empire for the envoys from the surrounding empires."
After the young man finished speaking, he looked at Wang Fan with some uneasiness, as if he was very embarrassed.
After all, it is not that easy to win that spot.
If Wang Fan was not strong enough, his idea would be meaningless.
However, what the young man didn't expect was that Wang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up after hearing these words.
Why didn't he think of this method? This method is much more reliable than breaking into the Emperor Tianxi Tower at night.
As for whether he could win the championship, Wang Fan never considered it at all. In his opinion, it would be a joke if he couldn't even win the championship.
"This is a good idea. I'll reward you with these spiritual stones. We'll see you later." After Wang Fan thought about it, he grabbed a hundred top-quality spiritual stones and threw them to the young man, and then left the place.
The young man stared blankly at the extra hundred pieces of top-grade spiritual stones in his hand, and then at Wang Fan's back that disappeared in an instant. After a long while, he came back to his senses.
"This, this is a success. Isn't it too easy to get this spiritual stone?" He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but murmured
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Wang Fanke ignored the young man. After leaving, he asked where to sign up for the trial, and then went to find a place to live.
It's already evening, and today's trials have already ended. If you want to participate, you have to do so tomorrow.
Perhaps due to the arrival of envoys from the surrounding empires and the trials, most of the inns in the Huri Empire were full.
Wang Fan visited dozens of inns before finally finding an empty room.
After he moved in, he took a short rest and entered a state of cultivation.
The next day, when the sky showed a hint of fish-belly white, Wang Fan woke up from his practice, tidied up, and left the inn.
The registration and competition location for the trials are all at Tianwei Square in the northern city of the Huri Empire.
When Wang Fan arrived at Tianwei Square, the entire Tianwei Square was already crowded and overcrowded.
In the center of the square, there were only three battle platforms, and on the three battle platforms, monks were fighting crazily.
Yushan, whom Wang Fan had offended at Tingfeng Restaurant, was on one of the battlefields.
He was dressed in white and looked majestic and extraordinary.
He was holding a golden fan in his hand. When he waved the fan, it would stir up the sound of strong wind, which would often defeat his opponent in just a few encounters.
And every time he defeated his opponent, many female nuns in the audience would scream, and the atmosphere was very lively.
Wang Fan glanced at the pretender, but ignored him. His mental energy swept away, and after finding the registration office, he rushed towards it.
Today is already
The last day of the trials is also the last day for registration. If he misses today, he will no longer be eligible to participate in the trials.
"Do you want to sign up for this trial?" The person in charge of registration is a round-faced woman who is in her twenties. Her appearance is not stunning, but she is very approachable.
After she heard that Wang Fan was about to sign up, she immediately looked at Wang Fan blankly, a little shocked.
"What's wrong? Isn't it possible?" Wang Fan couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when he heard this, and asked quickly. Could it be that he was so unlucky that he was not even qualified to register?
"It's okay, but at this stage of the trial, the participants are basically masters from the seventh and eighth levels of the King Realm."
"If you don't have this level of strength, I advise you not to sign up. It would be very dangerous."
The woman reminded kindly.
Wang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and then the aura on his body immediately appeared, simulating the aura of the eighth-level King Realm, "I am a strong person at the eighth-level King Realm, it doesn't matter."
The woman felt Wang Fan's aura and looked at the determination in Wang Fan's eyes. She immediately stopped talking nonsense and quickly registered Wang Fan and gave him a number plate.
After doing this, the woman said, "Although you have reached the eighth level of the King Realm, you still have to be careful."
"In this trial, each player must win at least a hundred games in a row to qualify for the finals."
Wang Fan nodded, "I understand, thank you."
With that said, he had already left the registration office.
"Hey, another guy who wants to be famous." The woman looked at Wang Fan's eagerly leaving figure, but couldn't help but shook her head and sighed helplessly.
After Wang Fan left the registration office, he arrived at a location relatively close to the three battle platforms.
He didn't intend to hold off Tata, but he planned to step up immediately as soon as someone lost, and stand to the end with a tyrannical attitude.
Of course, it would be even more satisfying if he could climb onto the battlefield where Yushan was and defeat Yushan in full view of everyone.
However, things did not develop as Wang Fan expected. On the far left side of the battlefield, with a bang and a scream, a young man was knocked down with blood spurting from his mouth.
The moment the young man was blasted off the fighting platform, several young people flashed towards the fighting platform along with several sounds that broke through the air.
Of course, since Wang Fan was the fastest, he was the first to land on the battlefield.
Seeing that Wang Fan had taken the lead, the other people were a little depressed and left unwillingly.
You know, this trial is also something that needs to be won. Because if you can't win a hundred games in a row, you will miss the chance to win.
Standing opposite Wang Fan was a young man with a strong physique. He was two meters tall, tall and strong.
He looked at the little Wang Fan, grinned with a grin, punched his fists twice in the air, then stepped forward and rushed towards Wang Fan.
There was no nonsense, and no courtesy at all. He just wanted to deal with Wang Fan as soon as possible and enter the next battle.
Seeing this scene, the monks in the audience also became excited. They screamed and shouted crazily:
"Heite, kill him!"
"Heite, tear him apart!"
Heite was even more excited when he heard this, and his speed became even faster.
He looked like a black bear, making a rumbling sound as he stepped towards Wang Fan crazily.
He is a very powerful man, but he has won thirty-five games in a row. He is a strong man at the eighth level of the King Realm, but he doesn't even pay attention to a little guy like Wang Fan.
