"no problem!"
"However, beauty, you don't have this condition!"
"Because these ten items will all become the emperor's possession!"
Mo Wentian looked at Mu Ruxue and said wantonly with an evil smile on his face.
The expression on his face was calm and relaxed, but his voice was sonorous and powerful, revealing his confidence in every aspect.
"Yeah?"
"That depends on whether you have this ability!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Mu Ruxue's eyes flashed with an extremely cold light, and his voice was even more cold.
Although she said that Mo Wentian could win these ten lots, Mu Ruxue didn't believe it at all.
But for some reason, looking 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 in these ten lots. Isn't it a little too tiring for you 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 must dare to come!"
Mo Wentian raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a wicked smile.
"Huayue Trading Company now announces that the auction will begin according to the new rules!"
"The first item on the auction block is this shocking macaque's demon elixir!"
"Any warrior who wants it can stand in the ring!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Mu Ruxue's eyes flashed and she said coldly.
As soon as Mu Ruxue finished speaking, countless warriors stood on the stage in an instant.
"This kid is so arrogant, we will kill him here no matter what today!"
"Yes, I really don't know which tribe this kid is from, but he is so arrogant!"
"It's better to be careful. Just now I saw this kid kill a warrior at the peak of the Heavenly King with one punch!"
"This boy's strength is indeed good, but it is impossible to defeat me, the King of Heaven, Perfection!"
…
Figures stood together, but on the other side, there was only Mo Wentian.
Looking at Mo Wentian opposite, the figures had different expressions on their faces.
"Stop talking so much nonsense, let's fight when we come!"
Listening to the discussions, Mo Wentian felt how noisy it was, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he said coldly.
"etc!"
At this moment, the cold voice sounded again.
"Considering that this warrior's cultivation level is only at the mid-level 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 any hesitation, Mu Ruxue said with a cold face.
"Need not!"
"At least a hundred people should come at one time, otherwise the killing will be too slow!"
As soon as Mu Ruxue finished speaking, Mo Wentian's cold voice sounded.
His eyes were extremely indifferent, without any fluctuation at all. It seemed as if these hundred warriors at the peak of the Heavenly King were coming together, which was of no concern to him.
"A hundred people?"
"Among us, the ones with the lowest cultivation level are those at the peak of the Heavenly King. Isn't this kid's brain blocked by the door?"
"Yeah, isn't there something wrong with this kid's head? He actually asked us to go to a hundred people at a time?"
"Isn't he afraid that one of us will beat him into a piece of meat with one move?"
…
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, countless warriors started discussing with sneers in their eyes.
"One hundred people at a time, this guy is really arrogant to the extreme!"
"I think he must die here today!"
Next to Mu Ruxue, the woman in black had a cold light in her eyes and said with a cold face.
"He won't die!"
Mu Ruxue's eyes flashed with confidence, and four words came out of her little mouth.
These four simple words revealed her inner thoughts.
"Miss… "
Seeing Mu Ruxue's appearance, the woman in black was stunned.
When she came back to her senses, her eyes were full of surprise. She couldn't explain why, but the woman in black clearly felt that her family was extremely cold, and the young lady who had always looked down on men was a little different.
"Buzzing..."
Suddenly, on the stage, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and transformed into nine identical Mo Wentians.
"Shadow Secret!"
With a cold shout, the nine Mo Wentian figures flashed again, and in the void, the nine Mo Wentians instantly turned into eighty-one.
The auras and cultivation levels of the eighty-one Mo Wentians were all exactly the same.
For a moment, it was really impossible to tell which one was the real body and which one was the clone.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
"So what if there are eighty-one clones? Your cultivation level is only in the middle stage of Heavenly King. If we want to kill you, it won't be easy!"
"That's right, eighty-one clones, one for each person is not enough!"
"In the middle stage of King of Heaven, we actually have nothing to be proud of if we solve it, because our strength is too low!"
…
Looking at the eighty-one Mo Wentian in the void, the remaining one hundred warriors who were all at the peak of the Heavenly King on the stage began to discuss with sneers on their faces.
"Shenlong Fist!"
"Die them all!"
A cold voice sounded, and in the eyes of eighty-one Mo Wentian, there was no concealment of murderous intent.
With a cold shout, the eighty-one Mo Wentian punched directly towards the one hundred warriors at the peak of the Heavenly King.
At this moment, the aura on Mo Wentian's body suddenly surged.
Above that fist, terrifying punches surged out.
"How come this kid is so powerful?"
"This is impossible?"
"There seems to be an ancient peerless dragon above his fist!"
"What a terrifying power!"
…
Seeing Mo Wentian's punch towards them and feeling the terrifying power, a bad premonition suddenly arose in the hearts of the one hundred warriors on the stage.
What's more, some warriors even want to withdraw from the ring and withdraw from the competition for the auction items.
But now it's too late for them to regret it.
"Bang bang bang..."
I remembered the sound of explosions.
"ah… "
"No… "
…
The next moment, screams followed.
"ah… "
"this… "
"This is impossible!"
After a few breaths, the last scream sounded.
One hundred figures all fell to the ground. On the ring, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the rich smell of blood filled the air instantly.
"One hundred is too few!"
"It's not enough to kill!"
Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and the eighty clones disappeared in an instant, leaving only one true body.
Looking at the group of warriors under the ring, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with an evil smile.
"Not enough to kill?"
"This guy's strength is too terrifying!"
"A hundred of the most powerful kings in the world died just like that under his punch!"
"Is this boy's cultivation really only at the middle stage of a Heavenly King?"
"This is not only scary, this is simply evil!"
…
Mo Wentian's arrogant voice sounded, and countless warriors came to their senses and started talking instantly.
They looked at Mo Wentian with astonishment in their eyes.