Today, Chen Zhao went to pick Farley from get off work.

At a turning intersection, Farrie saw a man in black standing on the side of the road.

However, Chen Zhao drove by, and Fali did not see the man in black clearly.

At the next intersection, Farrie again saw the man in black passing by the car window.

"Chen, did your colleague find you?" Fali asked.

Fali could see it, and Chen Zhao naturally saw it.

At the third intersection, Chen Zhao stopped the car.

Chen Zhao rolled down the car window and looked at the man in black standing on the side of the road.

"Are you looking for me?" Chen Zhao asked.

The man in black stepped forward: "I heard that you are the selection of this World Supernatural Contest? In charge of the selection of players in the Americas?"

Chen Zhao didn't know how the news spread.

Anyway, Chen Zhao himself did not take the initiative to spread the news.

It is estimated to be Zhang Tianyi, or the news spread by the organizer.

Chen Zhao nodded: "If you want to compete, come see me tomorrow."

After speaking, Chen Zhao rolled the car window.

But the car window seems to be stuck by something.

Chen Zhao raised his head dissatisfiedly and looked at the man in black.

"For me, you should keep your respect." Chen Zhao said uncomfortably.

"For me, you also have to maintain respect." The man in black said in the same tone.

Chen Zhao raised his eyelids: "I hate you the most because you have no strength, but you have to pretend to be superior."

"I will return this sentence to you as well." The man in black replied.

Chen Zhao narrowed his eyes: "Very well, then, you are now eliminated."

"you……"

boom--

The man in black left the place without warning, and smashed against the wall behind uncontrollably.

After a few minutes, the man in black got up, his face full of anger.

"Damn bastard! Don't think that this is the case!" The man in black looked at the crowd around him and roared, "What do you want to see, do you want to die?"

The man in black cursed and left.

...

In a bar, the man in black walked in.

There are still a few people in the bar, making up a table.

Apart from this table, there are no other customers.

There are no waiters in the bar, only the bearded boss leaning against the counter.

At this time, the bearded boss looked at the man in black who came in at the door: "Simmons, how about it? Have you found the selection?"

The man in black named Simmons looked like a dead star.

Ignoring the question from the bearded boss, he sat down at the table.

"Simmons, it looks like your selection didn't go well."

"That **** selection person, he can't communicate at all, he is a **** at all." Simmons growled: "I really don't understand why the Big Six will give the selection of America to that guy. The selection should be right. It belongs to us in South America, not the people on this land. This place is full of incompetent guys. Does the Big Six want to find a group of waste materials to give the competition a lively atmosphere?"

"Hello... Before you say this, it's best not to say it in front of me." The bearded boss said uncomfortably.

"Haha..." At this time, a skinny old man chuckled softly: "Kendall, Simmons is not talking about you. Your name is also famous in the spiritual world of South America. No one would think that you are from Simmons. Waste material."

The bar owner Kendy looked at Simmons, and the thin old man pushed Simmons: "Simons, apologize to our dear Kendy."

Simmons was a little upset, but finally he suffocated a sentence: "Sorry, Kendir, I'm not talking about you."

The thin old man was very satisfied with the results of his mediation.

"Simons, talk about the situation."

"Haha... Simmons's temper must have been in conflict with the selection, and most of it has been defeated." Another companion, an abnormal man with strong hair, said.

"I am not defeated, Seth, do you want to go to war with me?" Simmons pressed Seth with a black face.

"Okay, okay, Simmons, your attitude is like you want to offend everyone." The thin old man waved his hand.

"I was attacked by that guy. After he succeeded in the attack, he said that I was eliminated. I won't let him go! Absolutely not."

Several people exchanged glances, and they all guessed that things would definitely not be as simple as Simmons said.

With Simmons' temperament and character, he will inevitably offend the chooser when he comes into contact with the chooser.

"Simmons, calm down, I don't think the Sixth Congress will casually hand over the selection of a continent to an unknown person."

"That's the truth, that guy is not famous at all, and he is still a despicable guy."

"Fame doesn't mean anything." The thin old man said.

"Old man, do you have to go against me?"

"I'm just discussing the matter." The thin old man said with a smile: "Don't be so angry."

"I don't care what you plan, anyway, I will go to him again, this time, I won't be so polite." Simmons said.

At this time, a gloomy woman who had been sitting at the corner of the table said: "I think you want to be a selector yourself."

At this time, the faces of several people sitting at the table were different.

All looked at Simmons, Simmons didn't hide his purpose at all.

"Yes, so what, are you going to stop me?"

The skinny old man laughed twice: "Haha... Simmons, you have to remember that for each past selection, they will also be the referees of the competition. There is absolutely no selection or referee in any one that will be weak."

"Except this time." Simmons said affirmatively.

"Are you so sure?"

Simmons picked up the glass and poured a full glass of beer directly into his belly.

"I have confidence in my own strength. If any of you doubt it, I would be happy to show you my strength."

Although the others were a little dissatisfied, they did not show it on the spot.

Simmons is indeed very strong.

In South America, Simmons is very famous.

If he didn't have enough strength, with his bad temper, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

But they may not be afraid of Simmons.

It's just that they are now holding the mentality of watching the excitement.

There is such an unwritten rule in the World Spiritual Contest.

If the selector is defeated, then the challenger can take his place.

This kind of thing happened only once, and it happened in the first World Spiritual Contest.

From then on, the selectors and referees will be strong enough to be recognized by the world.

However, in the past, there has never been a selection from the Americas. The psychics in the Americas have to go to other continents to find selections from other continents if they want to participate.

But this time is different. They all feel that the selection of the Americas this time is a bit too much.