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Chapter 2123 palm disciples

"Find some people to accompany, do you think that with my strength, I can't kill ten people?"

Listening to the words of Xiaojiao and Huantian, Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and Huantian, a cold flash of cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Boss, we naturally believe in your strength, but if they are all companions, if you are alone, it will be a bit disadvantageous!"

Wen Yan, Xiao Jiao's eyes, a flash of fine light, Shen Sheng said.

"Relax!"

"If I can't even fight these ants, how can I get into the top ten of the list if I can't kill ten people!"

A icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes raised a cold cold mango.

"Boss ..."

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao and Huantian wanted to say something, but in the end they said nothing.

At the next moment, Mo Wentian stepped out directly and walked towards the lottery ring.

Mo Wentian looked at the small ball in the jade plate in front of him, grabbed a small ball and crushed it directly.

As the ball was crushed, a number appeared in the void.

This number is the eighteenth!

"No. 18!"

"The boss got it on the 18th!"

Looking at the void, Xiaojiao and Huantian, they started to look for the same number as Mo Wentian who had reached the 18th. They wanted to see how these people's cultivation skills are.

But Mo Wentian at the moment, but the look is very indifferent, it seems that Mo Wentian is not worried at all.

"Boy, you actually got the number 18!"

At the moment, Young Master Qingtianjie also saw that Mo Wentian had drawn on the 18th, and looked at Mo Wentian with a cold expression on his face.

This person looked at Mo Wentian, but there was no kindness in his expression.

He wanted to get a group with Mo Wentian, so that he could kill Mo Wentian.

But who knows, what he picked up was actually number ten, and Mo Wentian was number eighteen.

"The Emperor Ben took the 18th!"

"The Emperor draws the 18th, and you draw the 10th. You want to kill the Emperor. At least this round you have no chance!"

Looking at the young Master Qingtianjie in front of him, Mo Wentian grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth, and raised a touch of arc.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

"But you wait for me. I will kill you as long as your kid is alive in this round!"

"And you don't want to be too arrogant too early. Although I didn't draw the 18th, but on the 18th, it does not mean that there is no one without me!"

Mo Wentian's face with a wicked smile fell in the eyes of Young Master Qingtianjie, very dazzling.

If it were not possible to kill Mo Wentian, the young Master Qingtian Realm had already shot.

"Doesn't it mean people without you?"

"I am waiting!"

Mo Wentian's expression was suddenly cold.

"Do you understand the rules of this round?"

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Ran looked at the competitors on the ring and said coldly.

"The rules of this discussion are really cruel!"

"Yeah, even if you are in the ring, life and death are normal things, but the emperor Yuan Ran stipulated that this round must kill ten people to advance!

"Beheading and killing ten people, cultivation is not far away, how easy it is!"

"Yeah, it's not easy to kill one or two, but it's not easy to kill!"

"If all the ants like the one who had just drawn the ten thousand and one just now, it would not be a matter of minutes to kill ten!"

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As Emperor Yuan Ran made this remark, the countless warriors instantly exploded.

At this moment, even under the ring, the disciples who have given up participating in the battle for the honor list, now their eyes are gathered on the ring.

Their eyes did not blink, they seemed afraid of missing something wonderful.

They wanted to see who was left behind in this list battle.

"It seems that there is nothing you don't understand about the rules!"

"Then start the war!"

"Pick the number one and go directly to the stage!"

Listening to the sound of discussion, in the eyes of Emperor Yuan Ran, a complex flash of light flashed across his face, with a cold expression on his face.

"Buzz ..."

With the announcement of Yuan Ran, a hundred figures appeared on the ring.

The breath of these disciples is not very strong, and the difference is not particularly far.

"Boss, these warriors are almost the same in terms of cultivation ability. Any one of them wants to kill ten people, I am afraid it is not easy!"

Looking at the hundred figures above the ring, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian, and a look of expectation rose in his eyes.

"Don't underestimate them!"

"Among them, there must be people who are hidden. As for the killing of ten people, there is no need to worry at all. If they cannot kill ten people by themselves, they will naturally form alliances with others!

Mo Wentian's eyes shrank abruptly, a cold flash in his eyes.

"Ally?"

"If these people form an alliance, the result will be different!"

"It is not impossible to kill ten people!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, a light flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes.

"Boom ..."

And at this moment, violent sounds rang above the ring.

I saw the breath on the body of the figure, soared rapidly.

They looked at each other, and the killing intentions in their eyes were unabashed.

At the moment, there is only one idea in the hearts of the one hundred people on this ring, that is, to kill ten people as soon as possible, and stay on this ring.

"Brother Tian, ​​who said you will be the final winner in this round of battle?"

The figure of Tianhu, I don't know when it appeared beside Mo Wentian.

Looking at the one hundred figures on the ring, Tianhu lowered his voice.

"Who will win?"

Mo Wentian gave a slight meal.

The disciples on the ring come from different worlds.

The breath on them is strong or weak.

Mo Wentian looked at the figure on the ring, his expression was indifferent.

At the next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to see something. In Mo Wentian's eyes, a brilliant light rose.

"Those who practice water and fire will definitely win!"

Mo Wentian's expression was very serious.

"Cultivate water system and fire system?"

"Brother Tian, ​​do you say that the martial arts they practice are both water and fire?"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Tianhu raised a doubt, and asked subconsciously.

"Yes!"

"To this day, the sea of ​​meditation is simply a matter of time and place for those who practice water systems. If he can't win, that is the existence of beyond the realm of heaven in this battle of the ring!

A icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes raised a cold cold mango.

"Ask Brother Tian, ​​above this ring, their breath is all in the realm of heaven!"

"In this way, the martial arts practitioners of the water and fire systems will definitely stay!"

After pondering for a while, Tianhu seemed to remember something, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he said quickly.

"This is for sure!"

"The cultivation of these two people is actually not bad. If the talent is stronger, but the talent is plastic, it is a pity that the talent is worse!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, there was a flash of coldness.

"Ten Thousand Palms!"

At this moment, on the ring, the countless disciples started.

I saw one of them, a wave of his hand, an endless palm, appeared in the void.

The palm field was shot by countless palms, and the breath spreading on this palm field is very vast.

In an instant, the entire ring seemed to become a world of palms, and the vast palm power made people frightened.

"It's so strong!"

"I am afraid that this palm power has already reached the peak of palm power!"

"It's so strong that it comes from the disciples who hold the heaven. Only the power of the disciples can be so scary!

"This disciple of Heavenly Realm must have stayed!"

"This person's strength cannot be underestimated!"

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Under the ring, countless warriors instantly exploded.