Chapter 1792

There are no two cities, the Lord's mansion.

It's already crowded and overcrowded.

Ten huge battle platforms have been built in the huge martial arts training ground in the city Lord's mansion. On the platform, countless monks are fighting madly.

They were all excited, bloodthirsty and firm in their eyes.

Every friar is sure to win the top ten of wushuangcheng.

Even if they don't want to get the qualification to participate in the contest of nine nations, as long as they can stand out in one city, it will be of great benefit to their future cultivation.

On the platform, countless magic weapons are flying, and all kinds of martial arts are emerging in endlessly. The people who are fighting are extremely hot.

And those people, while watching the battle, are also eager to try, waiting for their own play.

After Wang Fan came to the city Lord's house, the battle had already begun, but he was not interested in watching the battle of those people.

After all, the most powerful contestants are just seven or eight levels of the mysterious realm, which is really hard to get into his eyes.

When Wang Fan entered the city Lord's mansion, he got the number 1136, that is to say, he was the 1136th person to sign up.

He looked at the number in his hand and felt quite speechless.

There are so many monks who have signed up in just one city without twin cities. It can be seen how difficult it will be to get the qualification of the nine nations.

Just when Wang Fan felt quite bored, a red shirt man quickly stepped on the third platform.

This man looks more than 40 years old, wearing a red suit, holding a blood red spear, full of blood to kill the gas.

At the moment when he was on the court, he had already attracted the attention of countless people, and countless sounds of shock and trembling came out.

"Xuesha slaughtered a spear. I didn't expect him to come too."

"Oh, my God, this bloody butcher is one of the most famous monks in our empire. It seems that there are no ten places in Shuangcheng, so he must get one."

"It's said that this man's strength is infinitely close to his position. He is not only fierce in means, but also capable of fighting beyond his level. Moreover, killing people is always a spear with blood all over his body."

Ninety percent of those who have offended this person have died miserably. I didn't expect that with so many enemies, he would dare to participate in the contest. "

All the monks under the stage could not help talking about it. Wang Fan listened to it and looked at it.

At the moment of seeing this man, his eyes could not help but narrowed slightly, and the color of interest flickered inside.

Although some friars said that this man's strength is infinitely close to his position, in Wang Fan's eyes, this guy obviously hides his strength and is a strong man in the second level of his position.

Although this person's two-tier cultivation of his position and environment could not pose any threat to Wang Fan.

But this small wushuangcheng, unexpectedly appeared such strong people, which made Wang Fan have to pay attention to the big ratio of the nine countries.

Tu yispear's opponent was a pale middle-aged man whose strength was on the eighth floor of xuanjing.

When he saw Tu yispear, his face changed obviously, and his eyes twinkled with fear.

But when Zheng was about to say something, Tu yispear already had a ferocious smile. The spear in his hand turned into a red lightning bolt and stabbed the middle-aged.

Tu yispear didn't have the slightest nonsense. He was extremely ruthless, decisive and direct.

At the moment when the spear was stabbed out, the red light came out, rolling up endless killing intention, surging out, straight to the pale middle-aged.

The pale middle-aged man's face became even more ugly. He had no time to speak, so he was already covered by the red awn.

He madly agitated the aura in his body, grabbed a triangular copper cone and tried to resist. But with a bang, his triangular copper cone had been picked out in an instant.

Then, the red awns directly flooded his body, countless blood flowers scattered, dyed Tu yispear's whole body red, and also dyed the whole battle platform red.

Under a spear, eight layers of xuanjing, middle-aged, dead!

Looking at this scene, the people under the stage couldn't help gasping.

It's terrible to kill a spear with blood evil. Few people dare to fight with this kind of means and strength.

"There are no top ten places in Shuangcheng. I'll take one for each spear. If anyone doesn't agree, just come to fight. I'll take one and wait on the platform."

After killing the middle-aged man with a spear, Tu put out his tongue and licked the blood from his mouth. His eyes swept around the monks below and said haughtily.

Crazy! Crazy!

At the moment, there is a kind of arrogant spirit in this person!

All the monks were ugly, but no one dared to challenge them.

Even those who think they are not inferior to Tu yispear did not challenge Tu yispear.

For them, as long as they get a place in the top ten, there is no need to take risks at this moment until the last moment.Wang Fan also did not choose to challenge Tu yispear. Although it was easy for him to kill Tu yispear, he did not want to be in the limelight.

The fighting was still going on, and the fighting was extremely fierce. Soon, another nine monks came out.

Six of the nine monks have reached the level of position, while the other three are the top of the nine levels of xuanjing.

After they came to power, they directly occupied the other nine battlefields and did not leave, saying the same crazy words as Tu yispear.

In fact, their actions have broken the elimination rules of the screening, but in order to get rid of the top ten as soon as possible, the city Lord's office just turned a blind eye and ignored it.

This time, the friars didn't buy it. Those who were called to the number plate picked their opponents out of ten and fought.

That ten people naturally will not be polite, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they are extremely fierce. All those who fought against him were beheaded and never survived.

In this atmosphere, the monks who had not participated in the war, but had no self-confidence, gave up one after another, did not dare to continue to challenge, and soon eliminated most of the monks.

Another hour later, the number has read 1126 to 1135. It can be said that it will soon be Wang Fan's turn to read 1136.

Wang Fan looked at the scene and could not help sighing. According to the normal situation, it would take at least a few more hours for his turn.

But after these ten men appeared, his battle was advanced. According to his estimate, at least 500 people gave up fighting.

"1136."

When the number plate read to Wang Fan, Wang Fan's figure flashed and directly boarded the seventh stage.

On this stage, there is a young monk with the highest strength on the ninth floor of xuanjing, and his strength is also the weakest among the ten.

The reason why Wang Fan chose him is that he has no rival at the moment and that he is the weakest.

Persimmon, of course, is to pick soft pinch, so that he will not be too popular.

The young man on the ninth floor of xuanjing, when he saw that Wang Fan was even younger than him, his eyes were neutral, even if there was disdain.

He pointed out his right index finger, pointed to Wang Fan, and said arrogantly, "for your youth's sake, grandfather, I won't kill you. Go down, or don't blame my cruel grandfather."