Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

I only got three points for the first question...

Nanfeng pondered slightly. This score was indeed not high, but fortunately there were three more questions to come, so Nanfeng still had a chance to catch up later.

"By the way, who is number one now?" Nanfeng asked.

Hearing this question, a look of anger flashed across Yan Nujiao's pretty face: "It's the Vanu family of the Wadeka Empire. He also injured my followers, otherwise my score wouldn't be so low."

Nanfeng breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously: "That's okay."

As long as the first place is not Yan Mingzhe, otherwise how could he beat Long Wudi?

No chance at all.

"Is this okay? How is this okay?" Yan Nujiao said unhappily, "We will definitely encounter followers of the Vanu family tonight. You two are the focus. If anything happens, I will be responsible for it."

Later, Nanfeng learned from Yan Nujiao what happened in the first question.

The first question is about hunting ferocious beasts.

As the name suggests, contestants from each major family will hunt ferocious beasts within the range defined by the organizer, and the one with the highest score in the end wins.

The number of ferocious beasts hunted and the level of the ferocious beasts will all affect the score.

This year, the Yan family originally sent only Yan Mingzhe to compete. The six followers of Yan Mingzhe were all masters that the Yan family had carefully trained for many years.

Yan Nujiao secretly came to compete because she was too bored staying at home.

Because she came so suddenly, the Yan family could only temporarily find 6 people to become Yan Nujiao's followers.

Although these six people are also level 39, they are considered weak in the same level. They cannot beat anyone.

In the first question, Yan Nujiao and her 6 followers were lucky enough to surround a level 37 ferocious beast.

But just when they were about to kill this ferocious beast, the contestants from the Vanu family suddenly came out, snatched Yan Nujiao's trophies, and seriously injured the six followers.

This also caused Yan Nujiao to leave the game early and only scored 3 points.

What's even worse is that because all 6 of her followers have lost their combat effectiveness, if new followers cannot be found in time, Yan Nujiao will be eliminated directly.

The Yan family originally did not want Yan Nujiao to continue competing, so they did not help her find followers again.

Yan Nujiao could only wander around the city alone, looking for followers, and she found one - Man Ning.

Then there was the south wind.

At this point, Yan Nujiao said solemnly: "I only have two of your followers, while the other contestants have 6 followers. You need 2 against 6, which is very dangerous."

"If you feel you are no match, don't force yourself. If you have to admit defeat, just admit defeat."

"Don't worry, no matter what the outcome is, I won't give you any less of the money I should give you."

Man Ning nodded coldly and said nothing.

Nanfeng's attention was completely attracted by a strange point: "You just said that you would add 6 level 39 masters to beat up a level 37 ferocious beast? A level 37 ferocious beast?" The beast also needs to be surrounded? Isn’t it just a blow to kill it?”

Yan Nujiao's eyes widened: "What are you talking about? The ferocious beasts of the same level are several times more powerful than humans. We can hunt down a level 37 ferocious beast without any damage. It's already pretty good, okay?"

"?" Nan Feng took out his ears, wondering if he had too much earwax, causing hearing problems.

Man Ning, who was standing next to her, glanced at Nanfeng, guessed what she was talking about, and said softly: "According to legend, only those strong men with their own divine weapons can hunt ferocious beasts of the same level. I don't know if it's true."

"Oh~" Nanfeng suddenly realized.

I almost forgot, 99% of these locals don't have any magic weapons or equipment. They are about the same as the Chosen Ones with no clothes on, or maybe even worse.

A naked chosen one might not be able to beat a ferocious beast of the same level.

Man Ning lowered her head and said with some disappointment: "I've been stuck at level 39 for many years. It's just because I don't have a divine weapon that I can't break through..."

Yan Nujiao gently patted Man Ning's shoulder and raised her chin proudly: "If I can sit on the position of city lord this time, I will help you get a magic weapon of your destiny!"

Man Ning smiled slightly: "Thank you, that's settled then."

Nanfeng looked at this female boxer who always maintained a cold look, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It turns out she is also a scheming woman."

The unicorn carriage galloped in Liuyun City for a while and stopped at the gate of the King of Fighters Arena.

Nanfeng got off the carriage and looked up at the two 30-meter-high gates in front of him, feeling a little shocked.

The gate alone is as high as ten stories, higher than the city gates in Nancheng!

Find a chance next time and take it back for him... Nanfeng thought silently in his heart.

"Look, there's another contestant here, and she's a woman."

"It's Yan Nujiao from the Yan family. I heard that in the last exam, all six of her followers were seriously injured. Shouldn't they be eliminated?"

"Don't you understand this? Did you see the man and woman beside her? Those are the followers Yan Nujiao has just found in the past two days."

"Hey, 6 won't work, what's the use of 2?"

"If I'm not mistaken, that man seems to be only level 36?"

"I guess she just came here today to fool around..."

Outside the gate of the King of Fighters Arena, a dense crowd of onlookers was already standing, pointing at Nanfeng and the other three.

Yan Nujiao said softly: "Ignore these people, let's go in."

Yan Nujiao opened her slender white legs and strode towards the martial arts arena, followed closely by Nan Feng and Man Ning.

A capable woman who looked like a reporter came forward with a professional smile.

"Hello, Miss Yan, I am a reporter from Liuyun Daily. Can I interview you?"

Yan Nujiao shook her head and walked straight past the female reporter: "Sorry, I have to go in."

The female reporter followed Yan Nujiao reluctantly, spouting a string of questions:

"What are your thoughts on today's martial arts tournament? Do you think you can become one of the eight champions?"

"You only brought two followers. Do you have great confidence in them, or are you just a failure?"

"What do you want to say to Vanuqing, who eliminated you from the previous question?"

Yan Nujiao turned a deaf ear and strode inside.

Nanfeng whispered: "There are actually reporters here..."

The female reporter saw that Yan Nujiao was not getting enough of her, and she saw Nan Feng's lips moving slightly, so she quickly came over.

"Hello, I think you were talking about something just now. Do you have anything harsh to say to Vanuqing before the game?"

Nanfeng's mouth twitched, this female reporter is good, she has mastered one of the essence of being a reporter: leading the way.

What harsh words does he have to say before the game?

He didn't even know who Vanuqing was.

"Hahaha, I heard that someone wants to say harsh words to me?"

Hearty laughter suddenly came from the distance, and a two-meter-tall man strode over with six other men who were also two meters tall.

They were like seven little giants, each weighing more than 500 kilograms, and the ground shook slightly when they walked.

This is a person from the Vanu family of the Wedeka Empire.

That two-meter-eight-meter-tall giant is Vanu Qing, a contestant of this year’s competition from the Vanu family.

Vanuqing came to Nanfeng and the others, lowered his head and looked at them with disdain: "You cute dwarfs, you'd better go home and find your mother. This is not the place you should be."

Hey, I have such a bad temper... Nanfeng's anger suddenly rose.

Who do you think the dwarf is here? Isn’t it amazing how tall you are?

Facing Vanuqing's extremely aggressive gaze, Nanfeng stared back without fear: "The dwarf is cute, right? When the game starts, I will beat the six followers behind you worse than me. short."

The female reporter's eyes lit up.

Isn’t the smell of gunpowder here?

Write it down, write it down, tomorrow’s [Liuyun Daily] headline will be there!