Chapter 2123 Mastering the Disciples of the Heaven Realm
"Look for some companions, do you think with my strength, I can't kill ten people?"
Hearing Xiaojiao and Huantian's words, Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and Huantian, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said coldly.
"Boss, we naturally believe in your strength, but if they are all together and you are alone, it will be a bit of a disadvantage!"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed brightly, and said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry!"
"If I can't even fight these ants, if I can't kill ten people, how can I enter the top ten!"
An icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably cold light.
"Boss..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao and Huantian wanted to say something, but they didn't say anything in the end.
The next moment, Mo Wentian directly stepped forward, heading towards the arena where the lottery was drawn.
Mo Wentian looked at the small balls on 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 number eighteen!
"No. 18!"
"The boss drew the number 18!"
Looking at the void, Xiaojiao and Huantian began to look for people who had drawn the same number 18 as Mo Wentian. They wanted to see how strong these people were.
But at this moment, Mo Wentian's expression was incomparably indifferent, as if Mo Wentian wasn't worried at all.
"Boy, you actually drew number 18!"
At this moment, the young master of Qingtian Realm also saw that Mo Wentian had drawn number 18, looked at Mo Wentian, and said with a gloomy face.
This person looked at Mo Wentian, but there was no kindness in his expression.
He originally wanted to draw a team with Mo Wentian, so that he could kill Mo Wentian.
But who knew, the number he drew turned out to be number ten, while Mo Wentian was number eighteen.
"The emperor drew number 18!"
"The emperor drew number 18, but you drew number 10. If you want to kill this emperor, at least you won't have the chance this round!"
Looking at the young master of the Qingtian Realm in front of him, Mo Wentian grinned slightly, and said with a curved voice.
"Boy, you are very arrogant!"
"But you wait for me, this round is over, as long as you are still alive, I will definitely kill you!"
"And don't be arrogant too early. Although I didn't draw the eighteenth, it doesn't mean that there is no one for me!"
Mo Wentian's wicked smile was very dazzling in the eyes of the young master of Qingtian Realm.
If it weren't for the impossibility of beheading Mo Wentian, the young master of Qingtian Realm would have already made a move.
"Doesn't that mean there is no one for you?"
"I am waiting!"
Mo Wentian's expression suddenly turned cold.
"Does everyone know the rules of this round?"
And at this moment, Emperor Yuan Ran looked at the participating disciples on the ring and said coldly.
"The rules of this discussion are too cruel!"
"That's right. Although life and death are normal things in the ring, Emperor Yuan Ran has stipulated that ten people must be beheaded in this round to advance!"
"Beheading ten people, the cultivation level is not far behind, this is easier said than done!"
"Yeah, it's not easy to kill one or two, but it's not so easy to kill one!"
"If they're all ants like the kid who just drew number 10,001, it's not a matter of minutes to kill ten of them!"
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As soon as Emperor Yuan Ran's words came out, the countless warriors exploded in an instant.
At this moment, even under the ring, the disciples who had given up participating in the competition for honorable mentions all focused their eyes on the ring.
Their eyes didn't blink, as if they were afraid of missing something exciting.
They wanted to see who would be left behind in this ranking battle.
"It seems that there is nothing you don't understand about the rules!"
"Then let's start the battle!"
"The one who draws the number one will go directly to the stage!"
Listening to the discussions, Emperor Yuan Ran flashed a complicated look in his eyes, and said coldly.
"Buzz..."
Following Emperor Yuan Ran's words, a whole hundred figures appeared on the ring.
The breaths of these disciples are not very strong, and the difference is not too far.
"Boss, the cultivation bases of these warriors are almost the same. If any one of them wants to kill ten people, I'm afraid it will not be easy!"
Looking at the hundred figures above the ring, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian with a look of anticipation in his eyes.
"Don't underestimate them!"
"Among them, there will definitely be people who hide their secrets. As for killing ten people, there is no need to worry about it. They can't kill ten people alone, so they will naturally form alliances with others!"
Mo Wentian's eyes shrank suddenly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Alliance?"
"If these people form an alliance, the result will be different!"
"It's not impossible to kill ten people!"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, a gleam flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes.
"Boom..."
And at this moment, above the ring, one after another violent voices sounded.
I saw the aura on the bodies of one after another figure rapidly rising.
They looked at each other, and the killing intent in their eyes was undisguised.
At this moment, there is only one thought in the minds of the hundred people in the arena, and that is to kill ten people as soon as possible and stay in the arena.
"Brother Wentian, who do you think will be the final winners in this round of the ring battle?"
The figure of Tianhu also appeared beside Mo Wentian at some time.
Looking at the hundred figures on the ring, Tianhu said in a low voice.
"Who will win?"
Mo Wentian paused slightly.
The disciples on the ring are all from different worlds.
The aura on them is strong and weak.
Mo Wentian looked at the figure on the ring with an extremely indifferent expression.
And at the next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to have seen something, and an incomparably bright light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Those who practice water and fire will definitely win!"
Mo Wentian's expression was extremely serious.
"Cultivate water and fire elements?"
"Brother Wentian, you said that the martial arts they practice are both water-type and fire-type, and they will win?"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Tianhu asked subconsciously with doubt in his eyes.
"That's right!"
"To the person who cultivates the water element, Tian Minghai is at the right time, place, and people. If he can't win, then there will be an existence beyond the realm of heaven in this arena battle!"
An icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably cold light.
"Brother Wentian, on this arena, the aura on their bodies is all in the realm of Heavenly Venerable!"
"In this way, the fighters who cultivate the water and fire elements will definitely stay!"
After pondering for a while, Tianhu seemed to have thought of something, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he said hastily.
"This is for sure!"
"The cultivation of these two people is actually not bad. If the talent is stronger, but the talent is malleable, it's a pity that the talent is a little worse!"
A cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Thousands of Palms!"
At this moment, on the ring stage, those countless disciples started to move their hands.
One of the figures was seen, and with a wave of his hand, an endless palm area appeared in the void.
That palm area was created by countless palms, and the breath spreading from this palm area is extremely vast.
In an instant, the entire arena seemed to become a world of palms, and the incomparably vast power of the palms made one's heart tremble with fear.
"What a strong palm!"
"I'm afraid this palm strength has already reached the peak of palm strength!"
"Such a strong palm strength, could it be that it comes from the disciples who hold the heaven realm? Only the palm strength of the disciples who palm the heaven realm can be so terrifying!"
"This disciple who holds the heaven must have stayed!"
"This person's strength cannot be underestimated!"
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Under the arena, countless warriors exploded in an instant.