Chapter 1103

"no problem!"

"However, beauty, you have this condition, which means you don't have it!"

"Because these ten lots will become the Emperor's pocket!"

Mo Wentian looked at Mu Ruxue and said wantonly with an evil smile on his face.

The expression on his face was calm and breezy, but his voice was sonorous and powerful, revealing confidence in everything.

"Yeah?"

"That also depends on whether you have the ability!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Mu Ruxue's eyes flashed an incomparably cold light, and her voice was even more icy cold.

Although she said that Mo Wentian was able to win these ten lots, Mu Ruxue didn't believe it at all.

But for some reason, when she looked at Mo Wentian, another voice in her heart told her that Mo Wentian would definitely win these ten lots.

"Boss, there must be a lot of evil you want in these ten auctions. Are you a bit too tired to fight so many people alone!"

At this moment, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Too tired?"

"Then they have to dare to go up!"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with a wicked smile on his face.

"Huayue Commercial Bank now announces that the auction will start according to the new rules!"

"This first lot is the demon pill of this shocking macaque!"

"Whoever wants a martial artist can stand on the ring!"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Mu Ruxue's eyes flashed, and she said coldly.

As soon as Mu Ruxue's words fell, countless warriors stood on the stage in an instant.

"This kid is so arrogant, today we will kill him here no matter what!"

"That's right, I really don't know which race this kid is from, but he is so arrogant!"

"It's better to be careful, just now I saw this kid kill a martial artist at the peak of the king!"

"This kid's strength is indeed good, but it is impossible to defeat my Heavenly King Consummation!"

...

A group of figures stood together, while Mo Wentian was the only one facing him.

Looking at Mo Wentian on the opposite side, those figures had different expressions on their faces.

"Stop talking so much nonsense, let's fight when you come!"

Hearing the voices of discussion, Mo Wentian only felt that it was very noisy, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he said in a cold voice.

"etc!"

At this moment, that cold voice resounded again.

"Considering that this martial artist's cultivation is only in the middle stage of the Heavenly King, for the sake of relative fairness, no more than ten people can fight against him at a time!"

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, Mu Ruxue said coldly.

"Need not!"

"At least one hundred people come at a time, otherwise the beheading will be too slow!"

As soon as Mu Ruxue finished speaking, Mo Wentian's cold voice resounded.

In his eyes, he was extremely indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation. It seemed that these one hundred warriors at the peak of the heavenly king went together, which was nothing to him.

"A hundred people?"

"Among us, those with the lowest cultivation base are all existences at the peak of the Heavenly King. Could this kid's brain be squeezed by the door?"

"Yeah, there's something wrong with this kid's head, right? He actually let us go up to a hundred people at a time?"

"Isn't he afraid that each of us will beat him into meatloaf with one move?"

...

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, countless warriors, with sneer in their eyes, started discussing in an instant.

"One hundred people at a time, this kid is really arrogant to the extreme!"

"I think he must die here today!"

Beside Mu Ruxue, the woman in black had a cold light in her eyes, and said coldly.

"He won't die!"

In Mu Ruxue's eyes, a flash of confidence flashed, and four words came out of Cherry's small mouth.

These simple four words revealed her inner thoughts.

"Miss……"

Seeing Mu Ruxue like this, the woman in black was stunned.

When she came back to her senses, her eyes were full of surprise, and she couldn't explain why. The woman in black clearly felt that her family was extremely cold, and the young lady who had always sneered at men was a little different.

"Buzz..."

Suddenly, on the ring, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and transformed into nine identical Mo Wentians.

"Shadow Profound Truth!"

With a cold shout, the figures of the nine Mo Wentians flashed again, and in the void, the nine Mo Wentians instantly became eighty-one.

The aura and cultivation level of the eighty-one Mo Wentians were all exactly the same.

For a while, it was really impossible to tell which was the real body and which was the avatar.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

"So what about the eighty-one clones? Your cultivation is only in the middle stage of the Heavenly King. If we want to kill it, it won't be easy!"

"That's right, eighty-one clones, one for each person is not enough!"

"In the middle stage of the king, in fact, we have nothing to be proud of if we solve it, because this strength is too low!"

...

Looking at the eighty-one Mo Wentian in the void, and on the ring, the remaining one hundred warriors who were all at the peak of the Heavenly King started discussing with sneering faces.

"Shenlong Fist!"

"All die for me!"

A cold voice sounded, and the eighty-one Mo Wentian's eyes showed a murderous intent without any concealment.

With a sneer, the eighty-one Mo Wentian punched directly towards the one hundred warriors who were at the peak of Heavenly Kings.

At this moment, the aura on Mo Wentian's body suddenly rose sharply.

Above that fist, terrifying punches surged out even more.

"How can this kid's strength be so strong?"

"This is impossible?"

"On his fist, there seems to be an ancient peerless dragon!"

"What a terrifying power!"

...

Seeing Mo Wentian's punch towards them and feeling the terrifying power, a bad premonition rose in the hearts of the hundred warriors on the ring.

What's more, some warriors even want to withdraw from the arena and the auction.

But at this moment they want to regret, it is too late.

"Bang bang bang..."

A burst of sound came to mind.

"ah……"

"No……"

...

The next moment, followed by screams.

"ah……"

"this……"

"This is impossible!"

After a few breaths, the last scream sounded.

A hundred figures fell to the ground, flesh and blood flew across the arena, and the strong smell of blood permeated instantly.

"One hundred is too little!"

"Not enough to kill!"

Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and the eighty clones disappeared in an instant, leaving only one real body.

Looking at the group of warriors under the ring, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a wicked smile spread.

"Not enough to kill?"

"This kid's strength is too terrifying!"

"One hundred powerhouses at the peak of the heavenly king died under his punch!"

"This kid's cultivation is really only in the middle stage of the Heavenly King?"

"This is more than terrifying, it's simply a monster!"

...

When Mo Wentian's arrogant voice sounded, countless warriors came to their senses and started discussing in an instant.

They looked at Mo Wentian, their eyes were full of shocking expressions.