Super King of Soldiers in the City

"Call me again if you have something." After Nie Kun's affairs were over, Wang Fan didn't stay in the courtyard area any more. Instead, he left a sentence and planned to leave.

He has already decided to enter the dome for cultivation, so there is no need to stay here.

When Nie Kun heard the words, his expression was slightly startled, and he asked, "Where are you going to practice in the Sword Academy?"

Although he already knew that Wang Fan decided to go to the Qiongyuan, he still didn't want to believe this fact.

After all, where would anyone want to go to the dome?

Wang Fan smiled, did not speak, but walked out of the courtyard area.

After leaving the dry courtyard area, he did not immediately go to the dome courtyard, but came to the sword courtyard area.

In the sword courtyard area, many cultivators stared at Wang Fan, but no one spoke, and no one dared to stand up and scold Wang Fan.

They had already seen the previous battle. Wang Fan's strength was very strong. Even if they were not afraid, they did not want to provoke him.

What's more, on the Qianyuan side, Wang Fan has a companion like Nie Kun. Under this circumstance, if there is no direct conflict of interest, who would provoke Wang Fan?

As for the previous monk who stood up and reprimanded Wang Fangun, he hid far away, without even looking at Wang Fan.

He was also afraid that Wang Fan would notice him, and if the two broke out in a fight, even if he won in the end, he would definitely be injured. At that time, it is very likely to be cleared out of the sword yard.

Wang Fan smiled and glanced at the monk who scolded him for rolling, and saw that the other party did not speak, did not even dare to look here, did not stop, turned and took a step, and walked in the direction of Kunyuan.

Next, under everyone's dull gaze, Wang Fan swayed in the Kunyuan area for a while first, then went to the Cangyuan direction and swayed for a while, and finally went to the Qiongyuan area.

Watching this scene, not only the monks in the void battlefield were a little speechless, even those who watched the battle outside the Holy Palace were also stunned.

This guy, deliberately? It's so cheap!

Wang Fan didn't care about them. After walking to the dome area, he found a place and sat down. It seemed that he didn't intend to leave anymore.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned again.

This guy, after showing great strength, unexpectedly chose the weakest dome?

For a while, they all felt that their heads were a bit insufficient.

This is really not an ordinary way.

In the Qiongyuan area, there were only a few people who originally came, and coupled with Wang Fan's extremely powerful strength, naturally no one dared to provoke Wang Fan.

In this way, Wang Fan sat until the end of the branch.

During this period of time, the other four houses broke out in several wonderful battles. Among them, Qianyuan and Jianyuan were the most intense, followed by Kunyuan and Cangyuan. Only the Qiongyuan area was the most peaceful, and no battle took place at all.

Many powerful evildoers were directly swept out of the Qianjian courtyards, and as a last resort, they had to choose other courtyards.

Of course, Wang Fan ignored all this.

It didn't matter to him anyway, he didn't bother to worry about it.

In this way, time passed by minute by minute, and soon the sorting came to an end.

When the branch was over, except for more than a hundred people who did not choose any of the five houses, the others all chose the branch they wanted to join.

Wang Fan and his party left the void battlefield and came to the battlefield.

A strong saint palace flew into the high platform and said loudly: "Since you have chosen the branch you want to join, then go directly to the branch."

"Of course, whether you can pass the assessment of the big figures in the branch in the end depends on your individual performance."

This Saint Palace powerhouse finished speaking, and walked away directly.

After he left, five more powerful men walked out of the crowd and flew onto the battle platform.

They said separately:

"Those who choose to join our courtyard will leave with the emperor."

"The person who chooses my Kunyuan will follow the emperor."

After hearing this, you did not dare to talk nonsense, and followed behind the big figures in their respective branches and left.

Wang Fan naturally followed one of the big figures. He also looked around and found that there were only a hundred people who had joined the dome.

In other words, in the primary election of this branch, except for the Qiongyuan which was less than 200, the remaining four houses were all full.

This is really sad.

Wang Fan also took a close look at the big man in the dome and found that the other person's middle-aged appearance, but his back was a little rickety.

There is no strong aura in him, and he feels extremely decadent and lonely.

Looking at this person, Wang Fan couldn't help playing drums again in his heart.

This is the strong man in the dome? Isn't it too bad?

Of course, Wang Fan also knew that all this was just a performance, and the opponent's strength was absolutely terrifying.

Soon, Wang Fan and his party came to the dome area.

Once again, Wang Fan was surprised to find that the dome courtyard was really too broken, it could be broken.

A few huts and a few hills are as shabby as they are.

On the side of a river, a plainly dressed woman is doing laundry.

From a distance, there was a hint of firework.

Seeing this scene, not only Wang Fan's face was darkened, even the other people's faces were also darkened.

One of them couldn't help asking: "Senior, my dome, how many disciples are there now?"

Hearing the words, the middle-aged man glanced at the young man with a smile, then chuckled and said, "One hundred and three."

The monk was surprised: "One hundred and three? But why did I only see the senior sister?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked even more weird, and said sternly, "Didn't you see the hundred people next to you? I really can't speak."

"Uh-" The person was dumbfounded for an instant, feeling a little thunderous.

At this moment, another person asked, "Senior, how many senior figures in my dome, will they teach martial arts?"

The middle-aged man smoked his old face: "Martial arts? Go and learn it by yourself, you are about to cultivate to the emperor's time, do you have to hand it in? As for the big shots..."

He pointed to his nose, "Isn't this the emperor?"

The monk was also dumbfounded, completely turned into a bitter face.

At this moment, the woman washing clothes by the river also noticed the people here. She giggled and ran over quickly: "Master, are these all the disciples who joined my dome courtyard?"

Although this woman was dressed plainly, she was extremely beautiful, with a delicate face and a graceful figure. She looked like a fairy, immaculately dusty.

The middle-aged man laughed: "That's natural. This year is very good. There are 100 people who choose to join our dome."

However, when his words fell, some people couldn't help but speak:

"Predecessor, can I choose to withdraw from the dome?"

"Senior, I also choose to quit."

"Senior, I'm sorry."

Those geniuses really can't stand it anymore.

Qiongyuan, is there such a bad one? Not as good as an outer disciple.

They finally understand why no one wants to join the dome, and why the dome is the weakest.

Hearing these voices, the middle-aged man didn't seem to be surprised. He smiled and said, "That's natural. Although my dome is weak, I will never force my disciples to join."

With the sound falling, more than a hundred people quickly ran away, leaving only Wang Fan standing there alone.