After the competition was over, Murong walked down the ring with a face.
Compared with Murong's face, of course, the stand below was blown up.
"This Murong Qingyan is really lucky! Such a waste can actually pass the first level smoothly."
"Even if you really pass the melee of a hundred people, what can you do? Murong Qingyan is a waste, and he can't even gather his profound strength. In the next competition, isn't it obvious that he will stand and be beaten?"
"That's right. Such a waste, in the next competition, is the existence of being beaten. This competition is blind, and it is common to lack arms and legs at that time."
The following people talked a lot, but they didn't have a good word. Obviously, no one was optimistic about Murong's face.
Murong Qingyan seemed to have heard nothing. After leaving the ring, he went straight back to his seat and sat down.
This time, there were thousands of people participating in the competition. After several hundred-person melees, only hundreds of people were able to enter the second round of competition.
Murong Qingxue naturally stood out in the first 100-man melee. Although she was not attacked like Nangong Ye and Murong, her strength was not weak. In the scuffle of a hundred people, there was no injury, and the white clothes were still white, just a little breathless.
This kind of Murong Qingxue was naturally praised by everyone. In the melee of a hundred people, everyone's strength is different, and it is already a very remarkable thing to be able to pass the test without being injured at all.
At this time, Murong Qingxue's reputation also spread. Although he had always known that Murong Qingxue was talented, this was the first time he had made such a public appearance in front of everyone.
Looking at Murong Qingxue's performance, a gratified smile appeared on Murong Xiong's face. This is in stark contrast to the gloomy look when facing Murong's face.
The second test started soon, Feng Fei stood up again, and his resounding voice immediately resounded throughout the square.
"The first 100-player melee is over, and now it's time to enter the second match. There are a total of 103 people who have entered the second match. Now the opponent is drawn by lottery, and the winner can participate in the next round. Each round comes out. Whoever wins will get a bye. Afterwards, the competition will be deduced by analogy, and the winner will be determined in the end.”
The people who entered the second competition stepped forward one after another and drew lots in the box in front.
Seeing so many people swarming up, Murong took a step back. After everyone had drawn the lottery, she stepped forward and picked up the last one.
"I'm number ten, who's number ten?"
"God bless you, don't run into Nangong Ye! Otherwise, you will end up directly."
Those who got the sign have already begun to look for their opponents. Everyone is praying that their opponents are not too strong, at least not too much stronger than themselves, or they may lose ugly after a while.
Murong looked at the sign in her hand with a face, a little dumbfounded.
Seeing that everyone got their own lottery, Feng Fei spoke again, "Whoever has drawn the empty lottery this round, please stand up. Those who have drawn the empty lottery can go directly to the next round."
At this time, all the contestants began to look around, wanting to see who the first lucky winner was.
"it's me."