"You little Jiao, you are very positive about this!"
Seeing the change in Xiaojiao's expression, Mo Wentian grinned slightly and said with a hint of curvature.
Xiaojiao didn't have the slightest favorable impression of the young master of Qingtian Realm.
"Ahem..."
"The rules of this second round are the same as the first round, they are drawn by lots!"
"It's just that this draw is different from last time. This time, there are a hundred people for each number!"
"Everyone who draws the same number will stand on the ring!"
At this moment, Emperor Yuan Ran's voice sounded again.
"What? There are a hundred people with one number, and everyone who draws the same number has to stand on the ring. What does this mean?"
"Emperor Yuan Ran doesn't mean to let a hundred people engage in a melee, right?"
"These 100 people are engaged in a melee. How do we win?"
"If everyone works together in this melee, wouldn't it be miserable for those who are alone?"
"It depends on that person's status in the world of immortals!"
…
Following Emperor Yuan Ran's words, countless warriors began to discuss.
At this moment, the countless warriors began to discuss.
They began to look for partners. In this melee, if they were alone, they would suffer the most.
Suddenly, the entire arena became lively.
"This emperor hasn't finished speaking yet, so why be anxious!"
Looking at the warriors under the arena who were in a mess, Emperor Yuan Ran's expression suddenly turned cold, and he said with a cold face.
As soon as Emperor Yuan Ran said these words, everything fell silent instantly.
Countless warriors looked towards Emperor Yuan Ran.
There was a hint of expectation in their eyes. They were looking forward to Emperor Yuan Ran announcing the next rules.
"You are right, this battle is a melee!"
"Among the hundred people with the same number, only ten people can be left in the end, and these ten people must kill ten people to complete the task!"
"If you can't kill ten people, then there is no need to leave ten people behind!"
Emperor Yuan Ran saw everyone quiet down and then said coldly.
"What? Emperor Yuan Ran said that ten people don't have to be left behind in the end?"
"Emperor Yuan Ran's meaning is very simple. The minimum requirement is that among a hundred people, if each of the ten remaining people kills ten people, then ten people can be left. If one of them kills nine people, then he must If you have to kill ten people to stay, then you can only kill one of the remaining people!"
"Emperor Yuan Ran's rules are too cruel!"
"I don't want to continue fighting this war. It's obviously a matter of life and death!"
"If you can survive in the ring, that's all because of your strength!"
…
As soon as Emperor Yuan Ran said these words, there was an instant uproar under the arena.
At this moment, some of the remaining 10,000 warriors retreated.
Some warriors among them even walked directly under the ring.
Their bodies were trembling at this moment.
They were afraid, they were really afraid, especially when they heard that only ten people could be left out of a hundred people, maybe even less than ten people. Some warriors with weak cultivation simply gave up.
They came to participate in the Zunbang competition, originally to increase face in the world.
But there is a premise for this, that is, you must survive. Only by surviving and earning face is it good. If you lose your life, what's the use of face.
Thinking like this, countless warriors couldn't help but retreat.
"It seems that many of you want to give up!"
"This emperor is very happy to give you a chance. If you want to give up at this time, then retreat!"
"This emperor only gives you one chance. If you want to give up, hurry up!"
Listening to the discussions and watching the countless warriors retreating, Emperor Yuan Ran said in a cold voice with a complicated look in his eyes.
"Shuashushu..."
As soon as Emperor Yuan Ran said these words, countless figures quickly retreated.
In a moment, there were less than 5,000 people standing in front, and more than half of the 10,000 people were instantly reduced.
"Without any courage, you are not qualified to stand on the top!"
Looking at most of the disciples who had retreated, Yuan Ran's eyes flashed with disdain, and his words became even colder.
"Boss, this Emperor Yuan Ran is actually a man of true temperament!"
"I heard that Emperor Yuan Ran wants to recruit a direct disciple from among the disciples who participated in the competition for the honorary list!"
"Boss, what do you think of Emperor Yuan Ran?"
Listening to Emperor Yuan Ran's words, a hint of appreciation rose in Xiaojiao's eyes.
The next moment, Xiaojiao seemed to have remembered something. He looked at Mo Wentian with a flash of light in his eyes.
"I think Emperor Yuan Ran's character is quite good!"
"It's just that this person wants to recruit his own disciples. Even if he likes me, I won't like him!"
A flicker of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boss, why?"
"This Emperor Yuan Ran is pretty good, and you think his character is pretty good too. Why do you look down on him?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao's heart felt like he would come later.
"This person's strength is still not enough!"
"You are in the realm of the Emperor of Heaven, and you are not worthy of being my master!"
An arrogant voice sounded, and a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, Emperor Yuan Ran's twin models shot straight at Mo Wentian.
Although Mo Wentian didn't mention him by name, he couldn't explain why. He just felt that Mo Wentian's words were aimed at him.
His cultivation level was that of the Emperor of Heaven, but Mo Wentian said that he was not worthy of being his master. Yuan Ran felt a flash of anger in his heart.
Yuan Ran's eyes were looking at Mo Wentian at this moment.
When he saw that Mo Wentian's cultivation was only in the early stage of Tianzun, Yuan Ran's eyes flashed with disdain.
"A mere ant in the early stage of Tianzun dares to speak nonsense. He is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. He also said that even the strong men in the realm of the Emperor of Heaven are not worthy of being his master!"
"I want to see how capable you are!"
As he muttered to himself, a cold light flashed in Yuan Ran's eyes.
At this moment, Yuan Ran already remembered Mo Wentian in his heart.
"How capable am I?"
"Just look at it!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were full of confidence.
"The rest of you are willing to participate in this next round of war!"
"In that case, let's start drawing lots!"
Emperor Yuan Ran looked at the remaining warriors and said with a cold face.
"Buzzing..."
As soon as Emperor Yuan Ran said these words, figures fell on the ring one after another.
One by one, they quickly started drawing lots, and all of them were extremely nervous at this moment.
After all, this battle is about life and death, either life or death.
But now that they have decided, they have no fear of life or death.
"I am number one, I am actually number one!"
"I don't know who drew number 1. I hope the person who drew number 1 won't be too strong!"
"I am number five, and everyone is number five!"
"I am number 8, has anyone drawn number 8?"
"No matter what the number is, I will be the final winner!"
…
Crush the balls one by one, and the numbers appear in the void one by one.
They instantly panicked. When they thought it was a melee in the ring, they hurriedly started looking for people with the same number.
They want to form a company, so their chances of victory will be much greater.
There are 4,900 people in total. These 4,900 people are divided into groups of 100 people, making a total of 49 groups.
"Boss, why don't you go draw lots?"
"Yes, boss, you also go and draw lots to see who you will be grouped with, and you also find some people to hang out with!"
Seeing everyone drawing lots, Xiaojiao and Huantian urged Mo Wentian.
But Mo Wentian's expression was extremely indifferent, as if he didn't have the slightest concern about which number was drawn.