"I don't have this chance?"
"Mo Wentian, look who doesn't have this opportunity!"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, a terrifying anger rose in Xiao Feng's eyes.
Mo Wentian was so arrogant that he even said that he had no chance. This meant that he was not taken into consideration. This made Xiao Feng not angry.
If the second round of the ring battle hadn't started yet, Xiao Feng would have already taken action against Mo Wentian.
At this moment, the aura on Xiao Feng's body increased rapidly.
"The draw is over!"
"The three disciples who have drawn the No. 1 lottery come on stage and compete in pairs!"
"You should have seen that even if you both got the No. 1 lottery, this lottery is still a little different!"
"These numbers are different in color. Those who draw the red number 1 at the same time will fight first. After that, whoever wins will fight with the remaining one!"
At this moment, the old man with the divine pearl stood proudly in the void, and his cold voice sounded.
"I am number one, and the lottery I drew is red!"
"The one I drew is also red!"
"Mine is white, you two are going to fight first!"
"I'm really lucky to fight you after you guys fought hard!"
"Don't be too happy too early. If I win, since I have the strength to defeat him, I will naturally have the strength to defeat you!"
…
As the old man of Shenzhu said these words, the three people who had drawn the No. 1 lottery walked towards the ring and started discussing.
The cultivation levels of these three people are all in the realm of the Heavenly Emperor's perfection, and the auras of the three people are not far apart.
Whoever among them can win in the end will undoubtedly be the disciple who draws the white lot.
After all, no matter who wins the red lottery among the two people, they will have to fight against him!
This person has already fought a lot and consumed a lot of strength. If he fights again in his heyday, it is naturally impossible to win.
"I originally thought Lord Shenzhu was talking about a battle between two random people, but I didn't expect that it was decided by drawing lots!"
"This drawing of lots is actually fair and unfair, but the person who got the lot with a different color is still lucky!"
"The second round of the arena battle has begun. In the battle between these four groups, the remaining people in each group are the ones who have obtained the experience quota!"
"Not just anyone can get this training spot. In addition to strength, it also requires opportunity!"
"I see that for this training quota, both Senior Sister Han Yuan and Senior Brother Xiao Feng can get one!"
…
At this moment, countless disciples from the Divine Heaven Realm began to discuss.
Their eyes looked into the void.
With a bit of unconcealed anticipation in their eyes, they looked forward to who would get the final quota for this experience. After all, these people who experienced it were related to their ranking in the divine world.
What's more, these disciples who did not participate in the training competition were more excited than the disciples who participated.
"The two people who drew the red No. 1 lottery will fight!"
At this moment, the cold voice of the old man Shenzhu sounded.
As soon as the old man Shenzhu said these words, two figures appeared on the ring.
"Rumble..."
The two slightly arched their hands toward each other.
Immediately, the auras of the two people rapidly increased, and artifacts appeared in their hands.
The next moment, without any hesitation, the two men flashed and slashed directly towards each other.
The auras of these two people are very close, and the two people with similar cultivation auras will spend a lot of money to win the final victory.
"Boss, who among these two people will be the final winner?"
Looking at the two people fighting on the ring, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with light and he said in a deep voice.
"Neither of these two people is the final winner. The final winner is the disciple who got the white lot!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boss, why is this final winner the disciple who got the white lot?"
"This person hasn't even fought yet. Do you know that he is the final winner?"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao was confused. He looked at Mo Wentian and blurted out almost subconsciously.
"The cultivation levels of these three people are all in the realm of the Heavenly Emperor's perfection, and the auras on their bodies are almost the same!"
"The two of them will fight first. No matter who wins, it will definitely consume a lot of money. And now if he wants to fight with someone with the same cultivation level as him, he will definitely suffer!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao, with a flash of light in his eyes, and said coldly.
"Boss, if you put it this way, the person who got the red lottery will suffer!"
"Then this ring battle is too unfair, isn't it?"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian with an extremely excited expression.
"That's right!"
"The rules of this arena battle are indeed somewhat unfair, and there is also a lot of luck involved!"
Mo Wentian's expression was extremely serious.
There are indeed shortcomings in the rules formulated by the old man Shenzhu.
But the cultivation of these disciples, except for Mo Wentian, are all in the realm of the Emperor of Heaven. The winner in the end depends on who draws the lottery of a different color.
If anyone is lucky enough to draw lots of different colors, they can fight with those who have fought for a long time.
"Boss, you drew number four!"
"What color did you draw?"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Huantian's figure flashed and landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder.
Looking at Mo Wentian, Huantian stretched out his furry paws and scratched his head, with a flash of light in his eyes and said in a deep voice.
"I forgot what color the lot I drew was!"
Hearing Huantian's words, Mo Wentian's mind moved, and the signature appeared in Mo Wentian's hand.
"red!"
"Boss, the lot you drew turned out to be red!"
Seeing that the red lottery ticket appeared in Mo Wentian's hand, Xiao Jiao looked extremely excited.
At the same time, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian with a hint of worry in his eyes.
You must know that Mo Wentian's cultivation is only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven. To reach the stage of perfecting the Emperor of Heaven in the early stage is simply impossible for ordinary warriors.
But Mo Wentian not only had to fight against the perfect warriors of the Emperor of Heaven, but also had to fight against the perfect warriors of the Emperor of Heaven first and then against the warriors of the Perfect Emperor of Heaven.
Xiaojiao knew that Mo Wentian's strength was terrifying, but this would require a continuous battle with two Heavenly Emperors, and there was also a difficult master like Xiao Feng.
"No matter what color of the lottery I draw, it will not affect my ability to win the experience spot!"
A sonorous and powerful voice sounded, and a firm look appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.
In fact, Mo Wentian himself doesn't care what color the lot is drawn. To Mo Wentian, it doesn't matter what color the lot is drawn.
In Mo Wentian's opinion, no matter what color the lottery was drawn, the training quota for his group would definitely be his.
Whatever Mo Wentian decides to do, he must do it.
"Boss..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Boss, Xiao Feng is already very angry with you!"
"You'd better be careful when fighting him!"
Suddenly, as if he thought of something, Huantian looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"No problem!"
"It doesn't matter even if I don't meet him for the first time. He can't win against me!"
Mo Wentian looked at Huantian, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Boss, I believe you!"
Huantian looked at Mo Wentian, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.
"Believe me, I'm right!"
"I didn't fight Xiao Feng for the first time. I fought Xiao Feng for the second time. If I beat him, wouldn't it make him more convinced!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and Huantian, and the curve of his mouth became more intense.
In Mo Wentian's heart, he was extremely confident about defeating Xiao Feng.