"If you win ten games and get the qualification to participate, I hope you can join our team and become a member of us." Ling Fu said.

"Squad?" He Fan was confused: "It's not just you who are participating in the competition?"

"Of course not only, there are many evil disciples living in the other courtyards, but you didn't go out to see them, and some of them didn't live here." Qinglu continued.

"I understand, that is to say, you are competing too?" He Fan raised his eyebrows.

"Competition is everywhere." Ling Fu smiled faintly and said, "The qualification for this hunting competition is just the beginning. Of course, the competition at the beginning is just a qualifying. With our strength, it is not difficult, but it is better to solve it in one go. Otherwise, if the rematch comes, you cannot use evolutionary weapons and you are injured again, it will be really difficult."

"You seem to know my strength very well?" He Fan raised his eyebrows.

"The ninth level of Nirvana is the ability to detect my strength, and when you check the genetic data, you will know it after you have tried it before." Ling Fu said with a smile.

He Fan was envious again, why did he feel that everyone is richer than himself?

"Okay, just say this. Although the qualification battle is not difficult, you can't take it lightly." Ling Fu said.

"Well, let's rest, I won't order food anymore, don't worry." He Fan patted his chest and promised that he would keep his word for the long-term meal ticket.

Ling Fu and the other six smiled, but they didn't leave, they refused to leave, and they must stare at him, and the food here cannot be refunded.

After He Fan finished the remaining dishes, it was already noon. He went straight into the room to retreat and practiced Buddhist evolutionary techniques and martial arts. Ling Fu and others did not go out. They seized the time to practice, adjust their own status, and prepare for the qualification battle for the competition.

He Fan used the secret method studied by Zang Xingsheng and others. The Taoist evil method was silent and the Buddhist method was operational. He mainly practiced the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art. Now he became familiar with it first, and then made hot pot later. He practiced twice the result with half the effort.

Time flies, and the blink of an eye is the day of the hunting competition qualification. He Fan followed Ling Fu and the six people to the battleground.

Ten middle-aged men, relying on the void to control the air, were in the sky above ten areas, with seats all around them full of evolvers, some of whom came to compete and some came to watch.

He Fan looked at the dense crowd and felt like he was returning to the World Cup in the previous life.

"The Donghai Hunting Competition Qualification Battle has officially begun. Next, the instrument will be randomly selected. Once the name appears, please register the evolver to come to the stage. There is only one rule, so no one can be killed!"

A middle-aged man in the air spoke loudly, and the power of evolution was circulating. The voice spread throughout the venue and clearly resounded in everyone's ears.

"Let's start." An instrument appeared in the hands of the other nine people who were in the sky, and golden light appeared in their hands. Nine screens condensed in the void with eighteen names written on it.

The person who made a voice before also had instruments appearing, revealing two names, allowing the two to show off.

"How many people are registered?" He Fan raised his eyebrows: "When will there be so many people compare?"

"There are not many people who sign up, most of them are watching the fun, and the slowest thing is only two or three days." Qinglu smiled.

He Fan nodded and said nothing more. Twenty evolvers have come to power, but their strength is not very good. Most of them are at level 8, and a few are at level 9.

This draw is completely random, but regardless of the level difference between the two sides, it depends on your own point high or low.

He Fan found a seat and sat down. He was not interested in watching these battles. It was too low-level.

Ling Fu and others were closing their eyes and resting, maintaining their strongest state.

Time passes by little by little, battles end, and evolutionists are eliminated and promoted one by one. No one chooses Lien Zhan, that is too difficult.

"Ling Fu, Tongming." Two names appeared on one screen, and Ling Fu came on stage.

He Fan opened his eyes, activated the secret eye, and looked at Ling Fu and Tongming. The two structures appeared in sight. Both of them were similar to human figures, but Ling Fu's was different from the human figure evolver, and he felt that his physique was stronger.

Ling Fu's evil martial arts are very strong. Although the opponent's Taoist swordsmanship is superb, its power is still a little worse than Ling Fu's martial arts.

"He Fan, Pang Chen."

At the end of one game, He Fan's name appeared on the screen, and his opponent was a monk.

He Fan jumped up, held the token in his hand, and flew on the ring. This distance was nothing to him at level 10 of Nirvana. On the other side, a young evolver with a long sword on his waist jumped over and came to the ring in an instant.

"Please." He Fan bowed politely.

"You wait first." The young man Pang Chen looked up at the Shi Ling in the air: "I choose another tactic."

"Ten consecutive battles?" Shi Ling was slightly shocked and then said indifferently.

"No, I want to fight ten!" Pang Chen shook his head: "The ten consecutive battles are too slow, it's best to solve them at one time, I'm in a hurry."

He Fan: "..."

Is it because I am so low-key? Or are you people from big cities too arrogant?

"Try ten? Hold grass, is this crazy?" The audience in the seat was stunned.

"After so many years, there have been another one who shouted to beat ten. Who was the last one? It seems that they were being beaten up, right?"

"I can't remember who it is, but I remember the result. The one who shouted to beat ten is now cold, and the grass on the grave is three feet tall."

The audience around were talking, and none of them were optimistic about it. They all thought that Pang Chen was too crazy. The few who could participate in the competition were weak. Why would you dare to call for ten?

The Shi Ling Evolutionist was also stunned and was shocked by Pang Chen's words. Then he looked at He Fan: "He Fan, what do you mean?"

"I don't care, I am a low-key person." He Fan showed a harmless smile, his breath was restrained, as if he was an ordinary person.

"Okay." Shi Ling nodded slightly, and nine names appeared again on the screen.

The nine figures instantly came to the ring, each occupying one position, surrounding Pang Chen in the center.

"Very good. I beat ten at a time. There hasn't been such a strong man in Donghai City for many years. I hope you won't just be powerful." One person sneered.

"Snap the battle and decide quickly." Pang Chen waved his hand and unsheathed the sword, which was simple and unpretentious, with mysterious runes carved on it: "Sword name, Gu Chen."

"Kill!" The nine evolvers shouted together, and swords and spears came out together, and the power of evolution was dazzling, covering the entire arena.

"A sword will last forever."

Gu Chen's sword shadow, nine sword lights, Pang Chen's body is transformed into nine ways, and he deals with the moves of nine people at the same time.

Dangdang

Nine tremolo sounds came, Pang Chen was as fast as shadow, the field was full of sword light, He Fan's eyes flashed, and the secret method eyes glanced at Pang Chen and found that Pang Chen's power was not weak, and his sword energy was sharp, so he was definitely the top in Nirvana level 9.

However, these are not weak people. Except for one who has eighth level Nirvana, they are all nineth level Nirvana. It’s almost time for him to beat six, how dare he shout out the words of hitting ten?

"Exit." At this time, the sword light swept away, and the Nirvana Eighth-level Evolver flew backwards and left the arena, with a sword injury on his body.

"You are very strong and have reached the ninth level of Nirvana. It can be said that it is the limit of Nirvana, but this is not enough." The remaining eight people shouted coldly, and the sword and spear fell again.

Gu Chen was a good sword, and even He Fan felt the sharp aura, which was probably not worse than his own two swords.

He Fan didn't take action, just watched it like that. He was used to the ending, and Pang Chen was not in a hurry to attack him. The other eight people obviously had to take Pang Chen. As long as they could beat Pang Chen, they would win one collectively. He Fan did not have much more, and it would be fine to win lie down.

"I'll call out how many to fight later?" He Fan was paying attention to the battle while thinking about his own questions. He Chen could beat ten chickens like Gu Chen, so why can't he bet? He was in a hurry. While Ling Fu and the others had not finished fighting, he went back to order food and made up his excuses to celebrate the qualification for the competition.

Well, that's it.
Chapter completed!