Super King of Soldiers in the City

The first ten battles ended quickly, and Wang Fan only fought one.

Of course, there is another one that entered the top ten without a fight, such as the monk and the Taoist aunt.

During the period, Wang Fan couldn't help taking a look at the monk and Daogu.

And every time he faced Wang Fan's gaze, the monk would show a smiling expression, and immediately put his hands together, chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice.

It was the Taoist aunt, every time Wang Fan glanced over, she would blush, and immediately bowed her head.

This made Wang Fan slander in his heart.

Is the monk and Taoist who can walk here so simple and honest?

Fake!

It's too fake!

Of course, he didn't know the other party, and he didn't think about challenges, so he didn't take it seriously, just complained a few words in his heart.

After the end of the first ten battle, it is the final challenge.

Unfortunately, none of those who challenged successfully challenged.

After all, if there is real strength, where will it be eliminated?

After the game, Ning Chuan made a few polite words, and the ten people who passed Wang Fan went to Ningfu again.

As for the others, those who wanted to join Ningfu naturally stayed.

But those who didn't have this thought left.

Two days passed in a hurry. Two days later, Wang Fan and ten other people boarded the spaceship flying to Yucheng.

The Ning family dispatched ten Saint Emperor peak escorts, not only that, but the old lady Ning and Ning Chuan led the team personally.

This shows that they attach importance to the selection of the domain master mansion.

On the spaceship, Wang Fan sat in front of the window, singing with Yao Ling'er to wine.

It took Ning Mansion to Yucheng to be far away, but not close, but it took a month.

This month, Wang Fan did not plan to practice.

He just wants to relax.

Half a month passed in a hurry, and during the half month, all the people walked smoothly.

Even if they encountered some monsters and bandits in the middle, after feeling the terrifying strength of the old man Ning, they all retreated.

On this day, Wang Fan came outside again as before.

Yao Ling'er was not together.

She is very diligent, refining poison.

When Wang Fan asked her if she could refine the poison that would kill the emperor, Yao Linger blushed rarely.

Obviously, she cannot be refined.

It's just researching.

"Amitabha."

Wang Fan was getting bored, and a Buddha's horn was heard in his ear, and a bald monk appeared not far away from him.

Wang Fan glanced at the monk and pointed to the wine on the table: "Monk, have two glasses?"

The monk showed a simple and honest expression, but he nodded: "Since the donor invites, the little monk can't refuse it naturally."

Wang Fan's eyes widened, is it so direct?

He couldn't help asking: "You monks, don't you avoid alcohol?"

The monk put his hands together: "The little monk has practiced the Tao for hundreds of years. He has transcended the commonplace, so naturally he does not need to avoid alcohol."

Wang Fan's eyes widened again, but he couldn't refute it for a while.

What they said is that they have been cultivated by the emperor, so they are naturally beyond the ordinary. What can you say?

"Please." Wang Fan gave a thumbs up and could only say such a word.

The monk didn't bother, smiled honestly, and sat down.

Then he picked up the wine on the table and drank it clean.

In the end he said: "Good wine, good wine."

Wang Fan's face was dark, he really didn't know what to say.

It took a long time to ask: "I don't know the name of the Taoist fellow?"

The monk folded his hands together: "The little monk's name is Huihai."

"High monk!" Wang Fan praised.

This time, it was the monk's turn to be confused.

He just reported his dharma title, and Wang Fan said he was a high monk. Is there such an outrageous thing?

It's just that he didn't entangle these things, but said: "The little monk sees the black air lingering in the eyebrows of fellow Daoist, I'm afraid it is—"

However, before he finished speaking, Wang Fan immediately waved his hand: "Stop, stop, there are none of these, let's stop talking, okay?"

He was really convinced.

He has been entertaining here for a long time, but the monk is cursing him, is it appropriate?

Huihai's speech was interrupted, he choked slightly, and made a stubborn mouth, but in the end he didn't say much.

He sighed, got up to recite the Buddha's name again, turned his head and left.

Wang Fan is inexplicable, this monk is looking for himself, is it just to say some nonsense, to prostitute a jar of wine for nothing?

But he didn't think too much, sat alone for a while, and then went back to the room.

One month passed quickly.

Wang Fan and his party also came to Yucheng.

It is really inappropriate to say that it is a city.

Because of the size of this domain city, according to Wang Fan's point of view, it might surpass the sanctuary.

At least with Wang Fan's mental power, there is no end to it.

The outer city gate is 10,000 meters high, and the crowd of monks below is really like ants.

At the gate of the city, countless monks poured in one after another, entering one by one.

Those cultivators are not only cultivators, but there are also many demon cultivators.

What's more, it directly appears as a bull-headed human body, or a human-headed monster body.

It can be described as strange.

At least, it was the first time that Wang Fan saw this monster on a large scale.

And it's still such a peaceful coexistence with Renxiu.

Above the sky, a group of monks dared to come from time to time.

Some monks ride in the clouds and fog, some ride in luxury carriages, and some ride directly on monsters.

In short, most monks are outstanding in demeanor, which is extraordinary at first glance.

Wang Fan only glanced at it, and he saw many holy emperors and nearly a hundred holy emperors.

Especially above those holy emperors, they all looked extremely extraordinary.

Some people have already returned to their basics. If they hadn't felt the pressure, Wang Fan wouldn't know that those people were above the holy emperor.

For some people, the breath is vast and unfathomable.

Wang Fan glanced at Ning Chuan next to him, only to realize that Ning Chuan, the great grandfather of the Ning family of the third-rate family, was actually not enough to look at here.

Thinking of this, Wang Fan couldn't help but glanced at Yao Ling'er with a vengeful look, very depressed.

It's really a big trick, there are so many holy emperors here, above so many holy emperors, it's very dangerous, okay?

And this is just the barrenest wasteland city among the nine regions of China. Wouldn't it be even more terrifying if it reached the center?

Yao Ling'er glanced at Wang Fan, but was too lazy to talk.

The two have been in contact for a while, and she has a certain understanding of Wang Fan's character.

In popular terms, it is shameless, shameless, and has no lower limit.

Of course, Wang Fan's treatment of her, as well as his friends and relatives, such as the Holy Palace, was still very good.

For the sake of the Holy Palace, he dared to risk his life and slaughter the peak of the Holy Emperor!

"This is just outside Yucheng. Everyone should line up to enter the city according to the rules. By the way, you must be careful here."

"If you provoke a big person or a big mess, even the old man will not protect you."

After the group of people left the spacecraft, Ning Chuan looked at the crowd with solemn expression, and said seriously.

He is not alarmist, but tells the truth.

Here, if you provoke someone who shouldn't, then he really can't help it.

Everyone nodded upon hearing this.

Being able to cultivate to such a level is obviously not a fool, and naturally he also knows this.

Moreover, no one thought about causing trouble.