I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 190 Gods and clans share the world
Zhang Jun quickly fell down, used his soul-tempering hand to grab the still dazed Fugui and threw him into the storage bag.

At the same time, he pressed his fingers on He Fan's pulse, and saw that He Fan's pulse was nothing, no different from that of a dead person.

But since he was judged to be victorious, there was certainly a reason.

Zhang Jun patted He Fan's face and shouted twice. Seeing that he hadn't woken up yet, he reached out and grabbed his storage bag to see if there was any antidote in it.

"You stole a blind man's money. Aren't you afraid of thunder and lightning?"

Suddenly He Fan opened his mouth and said.

Zhang Jun was startled and threw him to the ground angrily.

He Fan stood up unsteadily, raised his head and waved around, but he was greeted only with sighs from the crowd.

"You blind man pretends to be dead every time. Besides pretending to be dead, don't you know how to do anything else?"

Someone couldn't help complaining.

When He Fan heard this, he spread his hands helplessly: "Death can solve all difficulties. I'm just a blind man. What can I do?"

He Fan's innocent look left everyone speechless.

"Bah, it's true that the blind, mute, and lame have the darkest hearts."

Everyone could see He Fan's operation clearly, and it was clear that he deliberately let Guo and Wei die.

But there is nothing you can do about it.

If He Fan had told them early on that the summons might backfire, it would be hard to tell whether they would listen. If they did, they would still be defeated without the help of the summons.

If He Fan continued to pile up summons with them, he might be able to hold on to the flag, but in the end it would be hard to escape the backlash.

However, He Fan only summoned five skeleton peasants, and when he finally asked them to jump down, these skeleton peasants still hesitated until He Fan took out the magic weapon and then let them jump.

In other words, if He Fan's cultivation level gets lower as time goes by, then even these skeleton civilians will have the possibility of backlash.

The risk is too great, and if you are not careful, you will lose everything.

So He Fan simply pushed Guo and Wei out to die.

Not only has the siege been solved, but also the danger of death has been avoided. As for the handsome flag being stuck on the rich and noble's butt, it is completely left to fate.

After doing this, as He Fan said, one death can solve all difficulties.

Lying in the coffin, you either lose or win, kick your legs, and simply collapse. No matter what the outcome is, the worst outcome is just losing.

Of course, there is a chance of winning.

If Guo and Wei could listen to He Fan from the beginning, and He Fan followed his lead, he was confident that he could kill Ma Ruyi and three others with them, and at worst, force them to surrender.

But the two of them had made up their minds from the beginning, and He Fan simply didn't waste any time.

Too many words and too many mistakes may even affect his plans.

However, this is the most normal operation for the devil, so everyone just curses and is done.

After He Fan received the award, Zhang Jun helped He Fan walk into the auditorium.

He Fan tugged on Zhang Jun's clothes: "I don't like to owe anyone favors, so I'll give you a good thing that you can use at critical moments."

Zhang Jun's eyes lit up: "You want to give me the reward you just gave me?"

The corner of He Fan's mouth twitched a few times, he shook off Zhang Jun's hand angrily, and walked to the audience seat.

After taking a few steps, he turned back and said, "On Fugui's ass."

Rich butt?
Is it...

Zhang Jun was stunned, and the second competitive match had already begun.

The huge rules wheel began to spin.

Zhang Jun could only walk to the preparation table and look at the content on the rules wheel.

At the same time, I looked left and right, and among the unfamiliar faces, one with yellow hair was particularly dazzling.

"Eh? Third senior brother!"

Zhang Jun narrowed his eyelids and leaned over to look to the side. Sure enough, it was the third child.

At this moment, the third child glanced at Zhang Jun and turned his head away angrily.

The feud between him and Zhang Jun has been known to everyone in the Wusheng Sect for a long time, but what makes Lao San sick is that he was told in this competition that he must never be an enemy of Zhang Jun.

Otherwise, Wu Sheng Sect will stop all funding from Lao San and stop teaching him the next level of the Demonic Technique.

Hearing the news, the third child felt very depressed.

The co-author named Zhao is a disciple of the Wusheng Sect, isn’t he himself?

But depression is nothing but depression, and he is stronger than others. The third child hates Zhang Jun so much that he can only endure it.

He looked back and saw Wu Mingtong, the master of the martial arts, sitting behind and looking at him with a smile.

Zhang Jun naturally saw this move.

Looking back, he saw Wu Mingtong tilting his head towards him.

Zhang Jun immediately understood what it meant.

Immediately, he shamelessly approached Huang Mao and said, "Third senior brother, why don't you say hello to me when you see me? Among the senior brothers in our lineage, I haven't seen you show up for a long time."

Huang Mao simply put donkey hair in his ears and said nothing, staring at the rules turntable in front of him.

At this point the first round of rules has appeared.

This time the rules wheel is not a totem, but words.It seems that the rules are not the same every time.

【country】

This time it was just one word, and everyone's eyes lit up when they saw it.

This means that the background this time is very large. A large background means that resources, population, and even the treasures needed for cultivation will be sufficient.

Winning or losing is secondary for now.

At the worst, even if they robbed the population back, it would still be a great achievement.

You know, in the arena, population is a resource directly linked to spirit stones.

High-quality population resources, the price is even ridiculously high.

In the audience seats behind them, the elders from each family had already thrown out their personal bags that had been prepared early.

Wu Mingtong, the elder who taught the technique, was no exception and quickly dropped the two men's bags to Zhang Jun.

This is a bag specially used to rob people. Once it is put in, people will faint immediately. One bag can carry at least 800 people, and the air inside can last for at least three days.

Zhang Jun looked at the pocket in his hand and couldn't help but wonder if this thing could be brought into reality and brought back again.After all, in reality, population is not that valuable.

Of course, he was just thinking about this matter, not to mention that he had no intention of becoming a human trafficker, a dishonorable industry. Just the series of troubles caused by bringing people in made him feel overwhelmed.

But if you bring one or two people in, it might be a good choice.

E.g……

Zhang Jun thought of his master first.

He also didn't know what kind of encounter his master would have if he entered the game world.

Just when Zhang Jun was thinking wildly.

The second round of rules has stopped spinning.

This time the pointer points to the word [官].

"Is this what the officials mean?"

Zhang Jun pondered the meaning of this word. The first rule represents the background of the competitive world, and the second rule is often set up for contestants like them.

Are they being asked to become officials?

Everyone has the same idea. They just want them to be officials. Although they have no experience, it does not prevent everyone from giving it a try.

Then everyone looked at the third-level rule wheel.

This is the decisive wheel, necessary to determine the rules of victory and defeat.

As the speed of the wheel gradually begins to slow down.

"Kakakakakaka..."

The beating sound of the pointer made Zhang Jun and others gradually become nervous, until the turntable finally stopped on a word [蛟].

"Jiao?"

Everyone looked at each other, obviously not understanding what he meant.

When the host saw the final result, he laughed hoarsely under his mask.

"Interesting, so interesting. In a declining dynasty, gods and clans rule the world together. It is not a good choice to be attached to the officials of this era."

At this point, the host paused for a moment and looked at Zhang Jun and other preparers: "Friendly reminder, this may be the closest you get to the gods, so seize the opportunity."

Zhang Jun looked at the other four people around him, trying to read some information from their faces, but it was of no use. Looking at the confused looks on their faces, he didn't seem to understand what they meant.

"Haitang, do you know what it means?"

Zhang Jun tried to ask Xue Haitang, but he always felt that the host would specifically remind him at this time, as if he had a deeper meaning.

Xue Haitang didn't respond to him, but Zhang Jun could feel that she was watching silently.

"Then, let's get started!"

The host waved his palm, and with a harsh tearing sound, a huge crack tore open in the arena.

As the cracks gradually opened up.

An indescribable aura filled the air from the crack.

Through the mist, there is a huge and majestic palace standing inside.

It's just that the palace feels so old, as if it's in a haze, unable to see clearly.

"Wait a minute, host, you haven't told me the rules yet!"

Someone reacted at this time and hurriedly asked the host about the rules.

The host just glanced at him and said calmly, "Those who go in first may get preferential treatment in official positions."

After hearing this, Zhang Jun and others' expressions changed slightly. It was obvious that the host did not intend to inform them of the rules and left it up to them to figure it out on their own.

In this case, who is still writing here? Since entering first can gain an advantage, Huang Maodang is going to jump forward.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jun grabbed Huang Mao at this moment.

The yellow hair was pulled off forcefully.

"you!!"

Huang Mao turned back angrily, staring directly at Zhang Jun, with green fluorescence emerging from his black pupils, as if there was a curse brewing in his eyes.

But at this time, a cold snort came from Huang Mao's mind, which made him calm down instantly. He looked up and saw Wu Mingtong, the master of the martial arts transfer, in the same position. Then he asked with a smile: "Little junior brother, What are you doing?"

"Third Senior Brother, why are you so anxious? It's not a good thing to rush in carelessly without asking the rules clearly."

Zhang Jun let go and stared at the host: "Hey, I won't go in unless you explain the rules."

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Zhang Jun. It was not a wise choice to question the host.

The host tilted his head and looked in Zhang Jun's direction.

"As the host, you have the obligation and responsibility to explain the rules clearly, otherwise I would rather sit here and wait."

The last round of He Fan's competitive match has fully demonstrated the importance of rules.

There are various traps and drawbacks hidden under any rules.

The fairer it is, the more dangerous it is.

This time the host simply didn't explain the rules. Zhang Jun didn't want to go in and find death in a daze.

For a moment, the host made a helpless gesture: "The rules are very simple. Choose any one of the five forces and assist the prince of that force to become the emperor. This is the condition for victory, but the choice is not in the hands of the emperor." superior."

Hearing this, Zhang Jun thought for a while: "You haven't told us about the second rule yet."

Seeing Zhang Jun break the casserole and ask the question, wisps of light flickered under the host's mask: "As officials, you must unconditionally obey all orders in the officialdom, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Sure enough, the pit is getting bigger.

In other words, it is difficult for them to have too much personal will in this competitive match. Once they disobey the Shangguan, the end will be particularly miserable.

Huang Mao also realized that something was wrong, and his resentment towards Zhang Jun was somewhat extinguished.

"So we know."

Zhang Jun nodded, then stood up and jumped into the competitive world.

Upon seeing this, Huang Mao hurriedly followed behind.

Only after the two figures disappeared into the vast night fog, the host slowly added: "Of course, maybe your superior officer is a human being, maybe not."

(End of this chapter)