"It's decent. Han Fan commented and squeezed into the crowd.

The ring is much bigger than expected, about two football fields, and in addition to the ring, the surrounding space is also spacious enough that there are no seats, and both those who are preparing to participate in the battle and those who are watching the game stand together.

While joining in the fun, Han Fan was not in a hurry to find his parents, and he began to recall what Gegera had said to him.

If the Nine Realms don't end up, then his parents won't be anything wrong at all, if there really is a Nine Realms shot, it will be a result if he is not there.

Gegra is asking him to make a move against the righteous path of the vertical and horizontal realm, and completely hostile to the three sects and other righteous path forces.

This is Yang Mou, even if Han Fan knows the key, he can't choose to stand by and watch his parents.

Thinking about all this, Han Fan didn't get angry, just shook his head and smiled bitterly.

How rare the spells and spells that Gegra gave him were Han Fan knew. In other words, if he teaches his own exercises to others, he also does not want the other party to end up standing on the opposite side of him.

When he came back to his senses, there was already a shadow standing in the ring.

She was veiled, wore a tight suit suitable for battle, cyan, a light green thin skirt over her practice pants, and had a slender figure, full chest muscles, and visible curves.

"Brother, have you signed up?" asked a monk with a pockmarked face next to him.

Han Fan roughly sensed that the cultivation at the peak of the Four Realms was higher than him.

"Do you still have to sign up?" Han Fan was surprised, not all the martial arts competitions in the TV series were who wanted to go to whom.

"Yes, you need to record the basic information of the contestants and the cultivation realm. ”

Han Fan tiptoed and glanced at the registration office next to the ring, "It's true." ”

"However, if you are over the age of twenty-five, don't sign up, brother, there are also restrictions on cultivation, the minimum is four realms. "Mazi face is very talkative.

"Okay. Han Fan responded.

"Then, brother, do you sign up?"

"Are there any rewards?"

Mazi looked at Han Fan with a puzzled face, and pouted in the direction of the woman in the ring.

Han Fan raised his forehead, "There are no other rewards, such as spirit stones or something." "He doesn't want women, but he's short of money right now.

When I went to buy formation materials just now, I found that there were not enough spirit stones.

"Of course there are, a hundred medium-grade spirit stones. Mazi suddenly felt that Han Fan was short-sighted, how could these hundred spirit stones be compared to the city lord's daughter?

"Just a cursory feeling of the breath can give me goosebumps, and I thought I was a master, just like this, how powerful can it be?" thought to himself.

"Sign up!" Han Fan slapped his thigh and said arrogantly.

"The toad wants to eat swan meat. Mazi muttered with a face.

Han Fan had already squeezed to the registration office and truthfully reported his false information.

Name: Ouyang Undefeated.

Age: Twenty-one.

Cultivation is: the beginning of the four realms.

Roots: Xizhou Qingfeng College, Confucian protégé.

It's really not good to cheat for this thing, otherwise Han Fan would never be so honest.

Qingfeng Academy is a college opened by Confucianism in a small city in Xizhou, and its overall strength is at the bottom, and the strength of its disciples is not good.

Disciples who come out of such small places generally do not deliberately adjust the difference, as long as they are from famous and decent families.

On one side of the ring is a crowded registration area, and on the other side there is a table and three chairs. Three monks of considerable age sat side by side and chatted.

From the conversations around, I learned that the one in the middle was the city lord, and the two on the left and right were his best friends, who called the town.

Although the city lord himself is recognized as the most powerful, it is a matter of his daughter, so he should be prepared for a few more preparations.

The three city lords noticed Han Fan early in the morning.

"Are the Demon Dao monks so rampant now?" the friend on the left was not very happy.

"The people in the demon path are all insidious and cunning, how can they appear so swaggeringly, what is the difference between this and sending them to death, there must be another hidden meaning. "Another friend knew that the city lord was precious to his daughter, so he specially brought his brain over.

"Hmph, no matter what conspiracy he has, just kill him directly, where are there so many twists and turns. The brainless cold snort was very unpleasant.

"Let's take a look. The lord of the city spoke.

At the same time, he quietly opened the city protection array, faintly surrounding the ring and the surrounding space.

The two friends sensed the breath of the formation, and snorted again without thinking, saying that there was no need to be so troublesome, and it would be over with their own moves.

In addition to the three city lords, Han Fan and the others present also sensed the aura of the formation operation.

This is thanks to the two formation treasure books presented by Bai Shan.

Now it seems that the benefits are endless.

The city lord chose this place as the ring, on the one hand, it is spacious enough, and the most important thing is that the core range of the formation of the city protection array can cover here.

Han Fan could tell that this was the aura of the Great Array of City Protectors, so he didn't panic much.

It seems that the city lord still cares about this daughter, in this case, why do you want to engage in such a wild way as a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, don't you understand the freedom of love and marriage?

If you still cultivate immortals, no one has lived to understand.

Han Fan mocked mercilessly, and told himself that he could do it lightly later.

In this kind of small town, among the monks who are no more than twenty-five years old, players like Mazi who spoke just now are already top-notch, and they will not exceed one hand at the same level as Mazi.

Not surprisingly, this wave is a steady win, do not panic.

Han Fan is still very confident in winning the game, but he is more worried about everyone's wheel war, a girl from the family...... It's not a question of whether it's appropriate or not, but what if her form declines and she is defeated early?

But then someone came to the stage to announce the rules, and Han Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out that there are many kinds of competitions, and you don't necessarily have to fight, compare body methods, compare spell applications, and compare sword skills.

Han Fan approached the registration office intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at the list of names on the roster, and didn't look at the crowds around the ring, but there were very few people who actually signed up.

On the one hand, the age strength is not up to standard, and on the other hand, it takes courage to dare to come to power.

If you win, you can become the city lord's fast son-in-law, but any monk who wants to make a face feels that he is in danger.

Of course, Han Fan would not have such an illusion, his ranking was quite high, and it would be almost him in a few hours.

"Hey, the aura on his body is slowly dissipating. The friend of the city lord with a brain had been paying attention to Han Fan, and then he spoke.

The lord and another friend looked away at the same time.

This aura didn't seem to be emitted by him, but just happened to be contaminated by him. The friend who didn't have a brain said something that a person with a brain should say, which attracted the city lord's pleasing eyes.

Indeed, it seems that he did not know about it. The city lord spoke slowly.

As the saying goes, as soon as you make a move, you know if there is one.

This city lord's daughter is definitely not a vase. If you don't have the skills honed in the moment of life and death, or you don't have the talent to be outstanding, you really can't win against this woman who doesn't know what she looks like.

Han Fen was more relieved.

In the morning, more than a dozen monks went up to receive the teachings, including the pock-faced brother Tai, all of whom were defeated without exception.

When fighting against Mazi Face, Han Fan probably estimated her full strength, and maybe there was a big move hidden, but it was not a big problem.

The crowd watching the battle at noon dispersed, after all, there were many monks who had not yet opened the valley, and they had to eat when the meal was ordered.

In the afternoon, after two more monks, it was time for Han Fan to play.

There are no cheers and no whistles, everyone looks at Han Fan's appearance, and this product is not a master at first glance.