After the competition, Murong walked out of the ring with a smile. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Compared with Murong's face, of course, the stands below exploded.

"This Murong Qianyan is really shit luck! Such a waste was able to pass the first hurdle smoothly. ”

"Even if you really pass the hundred-person melee, what can you do? Murong Tianyan is a waste, he can't even condense his Xuan power, in the next competition, isn't it obvious that he is going to stand and be beaten? ”

"That's right, such a waste, in the next competition, is the existence of being hit. This competition is eyeless with fists and feet, and it is common to lack arms and legs at that time. ”

The people below talked a lot, but none of them had a good word, obviously no one was optimistic about Murong Qianyan.

Murong Qianyan acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and after leaving the ring, he went straight back to his seat and sat down.

This time, there were thousands of people who participated in the competition, and after several hundred-person scuffles, there were hundreds of people who were able to enter the second round of the competition.

Murong Tianxue naturally stood out in the first hundred-person melee. Although she was not attacked like Nangong Ye and Murong Qianyan, her strength was not weak. In the melee of 100 people, there were no injuries, and the white clothes were still white, just a little panting.

Such a Murong Tianxue naturally won the praise of everyone. In the melee of 100 people, everyone's strength is different, and it is already a great thing to be able to pass the competition without being injured at all.

Murong Tianxue's reputation was also spread at this time. Although he always knew that Murong Tianxue had a good talent, this was the first time he had appeared in public in front of everyone like this.

Looking at Murong Tianxue's performance, Murong Xiong's face showed a smile of relief. This is in stark contrast to the gloom when facing Murong Dumping.

The second competition soon began, Feng Fei stood up again, and his loud voice immediately resounded throughout the square.

"The first 100-man melee is over, and now it's time for the second competition. A total of one hundred and three people entered the second competition, and now the opponent is decided by lot, and the winner can participate in the next round. The extra people in each round have a bye. After that, the competition will be held to determine the winner. ”

The people who entered the second game stepped forward one after another and drew lots in the box in front of them.

Seeing so many people flocking up, Murong took a step back. After everyone had drawn lots, she stepped forward and picked up the last one.

"I'm number ten, who is number ten?"

"God forbid, don't meet Nangong Ye! Otherwise, you will end up directly. ”

Those who have been picked are already looking for their opponents. Everyone is praying that their opponent is not too strong, at least not too much stronger than themselves, otherwise they may lose ugly later.

Murong looked at the sign in his hand, a little dumbfounded.

Seeing that everyone had got their own lots, Feng Fei spoke again, "Who draws the empty lottery in this round, please stand up." Those who have won the empty draw can directly advance 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."