Super King of Soldiers in the City

The third floor of the fairy king set foot on the fairy king list, which is simply exciting to think about.

Over there in Wudou Pavilion.

The old faces of the five persons in charge are all green.

They didn't expect that things would be so dramatic that even Murong, who was enough to rank in the top eight hundred immortal kings, would lose.

Now that Murong has already lost, it can be said that Wang Fan's entry into the Immortal King's List is a certainty.

After all, Murong was cultivated secretly by their Wudou Pavilion, and was completely unknown to outsiders.

Even if he has the strength to be in the top eight hundred of the immortal kings list, he is not on the immortal kings list after all.

So he went to battle, even if the monks who watched the battle had doubts in their hearts, it was still controllable.

But the next battle, Wang Fan will face, will be the real strong immortal king.

Of those real strong immortal kings, which one is not one of them?

It can be said that these people at the scene, even if they have not seen me, have heard of their names.

In this case, can Wu Dou Pavilion go to the top eight hundred people on the Immortal Kings list to play?

In that way, wouldn't it be self-smashing signs?

"Let Lan Zhao come over."

One of the persons in charge sighed depressed and spoke.

Lan Zhao, ranked 931th on the Immortal Kings Ranking, is extremely powerful.

Of course, compared to Murong who had fought Wang Fan before, he was much worse.

On the side of Wudou Pavilion, there are strong immortal kings sitting on the list every day.

After all, if someone succeeds in challenging the 100-game winning streak, if they can't make the best of the immortal kings, wouldn't it be a joke?

Not long after, a young man in blue came here.

This blue-clothed youth is a little depressed, it can be said to be quite depressed.

Because he had already witnessed Wang Fan's previous battle, he knew in his heart that he was not Wang Fan's opponent at all.

"Senior, let's forget it? Or, I just go up and give up?"

Lan Zhao looked at the five old men and said so. ,

Lan Zhao felt a little lingering when thinking of Wang Fan's Excalibur Style.

Stronger than Murong, he was not sure to take the sixth form of the Excalibur. In his opinion, the fifth form was enough to kill him in seconds.

"What are you talking about, how proud and dazzling you are, how can you be defeated without a fight? No, this is definitely not possible!"

When the old man of the Great God Sect heard Lan Zhao's words, he blew his beard and stared.

Lan Zhao is a disciple of the Great God Sect. If he loses without a fight, wouldn't he be losing the Great God Sect?

"But I'm not his opponent. I watched his battle. If I fight, I will lose." Lan Zhao said depressed.

He was also cursing these five old things in his heart, it was really shameless.

This kind of deceptive thing fell on his Lan Zhao's head unexpectedly.

Is he Lan Zhao willing to admit defeat without fighting?

He is a strong person on the Immortal King's list, and he also wants face.

But having said that, it doesn't work if you don't admit defeat, Wang Fan is really better than him.

"Don't talk nonsense, go quickly. Not only do you have to go, but you have to fight with all your strength. Although Wang Fan is very strong, after all, his cultivation is only the third level of the Immortal King."

"Moreover, he has been fighting for so long in a row, and most of them are already weak, so you still have a chance."

The old man in Wangyun Palace smiled and talked coldly.

Anyway, Wang Fan is a disciple of Wang Shenzong, so he can say anything.

If it is Wang Fansheng, his face looks at the Cloud Palace.

If Wang Fan was defeated, it would happen that he would not be so aggressive.

He doesn't have any pressure, it doesn't matter.

Lan Zhao's face turned black.

But, does he dare to say anything?

If he couldn't beat these five old men, he really wanted to slap them.

"Well, you go quickly, don't waste time anymore. Remember, you are fighting for your own honor, and fighting to keep your ranking on the Immortal Kings Ranking."

The old man Xuantianmen was even more annoying, and at the same time he waved his hand, he also said something cool.

Lan Zhao wanted to cry without tears, but was helpless and could only walk out slowly.

Looking at his back, there is a bit of wind and coldness.

outside.

Finally, under everyone's expectations, Lan Zhao appeared on the battlefield.

"Lan Zhao, ranked 931th on the Immortal Kings List?"

"It turned out to be him, is he finally going to make a move?"

"It's not fair. Wang Fan is only at the third level of the Immortal King. It stands to reason that it shouldn't be someone who is ranked lower to make the shot, Lan Zhao shot, what is this?"

"Yes, in the previous battle, Luo Yan faced the strongest immortal king ranking, but Peng Zhan ranked 993rd, why is Wang Fan's opponent Lan Zhao?"

"Peng Zhan, why don't you let him take action? This is simply too bullying."

As soon as Lan Zhao appeared, most of the monks were dissatisfied.

In the eyes of those monks, this is really a bit too bullying.

You know, Luo Yan faced the ninth and ninety-third place on the list of immortal kings.

But the strong man Wang Fan faced was the 931st.

But don't underestimate the gap between these sixty-odd people, the combat effectiveness is simply not the same.

In a corner, a black-clothed young man turned black when he heard those comments.

Let him go?

Is he going to die?

Don't say it's him, even this Lan Zhao can only kneel down.

What's more, he has been defeated by Luo Yan's woman, what qualifications do he have to play?

If he loses another game, do he still need his old face?

Needless to say, this man in black must be Peng Zhan ranked ninth and ninety-third on the Immortal Kings Ranking.

As everyone knows, Lan Zhao at this time is also very depressed.

Especially after listening to the discussions of those monks, he almost wanted to hit someone.

Nima, lift him so high, is this trying to kill him?

Wang Fan didn't have that many thoughts. When he saw Lan Zhao stepping onto the battle platform, with a move with his right hand, he immediately grabbed the Slaughter Shotgun and said, "Go ahead."

He really didn't want to delay time, he just wanted to make a quick decision.

The Eight Divine Sword is too time-consuming, so he intends to directly send out the Killing Shotgun to determine the outcome with one move.

Lan Zhao saw Wang Fan grabbed the killing spear, and when he heard Wang Fan's words, he was a little startled for a while.

He couldn't help asking, "Isn't your weapon a sword? Why use a gun instead?"

He was really puzzled.

Wang Fan's expression was extremely serious and solemn.

He looked at Lan Zhao and said, "In order to show respect for you, I plan to use a gun instead. I don't think we need to test anymore, just one move will determine the outcome, right?"

"After this trick, if you can still stand, count me as losing, if you can't stand up, count me as winning, how about?"

Lan Zhao looked at Wang Fan's serious expression, and then listened to Wang Fan's solemn words, almost kneeling.

This, does Nima want to kill him?

He didn't need to think about it at all, Wang Fan was definitely going to make big moves directly.

This is so special, he was really pitted to death.

"Cough cough." Lan Zhao coughed dryly, his old face twitched a few times, and he was planning to give up directly without spine. But a majestic sound transmission has already fallen into his ears, "Dare to admit defeat, and the rules will deal with it!"

Lan Zhao almost didn't fall, his face turned black, and he could only nod his head bitterly, "Okay."

Seeing Lan Zhao nodded, Wang Fan smiled brilliantly, without any nonsense, directly holding the stubborn gun, inciting the killing ban, and blasting it out.