"Okay, I'll go prepare the props first, and wait for you to draw lots yourself. Lange continued.

Although he really wanted to arrange for someone from the advanced training camp to come over directly, Lott was Bingyan's friend after all, and he had to follow the process. Otherwise, Bingyan stabbed Gavin and the Earl, and Lille would not be able to help speak.

Of course, he just followed the process on the surface, and this Lotte was stunned at first glance, and it was no problem to lie to him by himself.

Soon, Lange brought a wooden box with some folded pieces of paper inside.

"Little brother, this piece of paper is written with the number of each training camp, and whichever one you draw, you will fight with the people in the training camp. Lange said, speaking again.

"Understood!"

Lott nodded excitedly, such a simple and rough rule was exactly what he wanted!

Seeing Lott's excited look, Lange also sneered, and sure enough, it was easy to lie to a fool. In fact, there is only one piece of paper in it, "one"! That is to say, no matter how this Lot is drawn, it will be drawn to the No. 1 training camp.

"Uncle, I'll start smoking!"

Lott said, also reaching out to pull the pieces of paper from the box.

"Smoke, smoke, what kind of opponent you can meet, it depends on your luck. Lange was also secretly overjoyed. Although he couldn't help Bingyan, he was stunned, and he could be regarded as having a bad breath. Wait a minute, he finds himself facing someone in the advanced training camp, and he doesn't know what this guy's expression will be......

"Haha, haha!"

The next moment, Lott burst out laughing, and his whole face was excited.

Yes?

Lange was momentarily stupid on the spot, this script is not right, Lott shouldn't be desperate at this time, right? Could it be that he just accidentally got other numbers when he was preparing the paper?

However, when he saw the number "one" on the piece of paper, he breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that he didn't get the numbers wrong, it's just that Lotter, a stunned young man, doesn't understand the things about the training camp at all, so he doesn't understand what the number one training camp represents.

"Great, it's an advanced training camp! Uncle, there must be a lot of strong people in this advanced training camp, right?"

Lott looked at Lange expectantly, and on the way over, he heard Feng Zhen say that there was a very powerful advanced training camp here, and the elites of the entire training camp were gathered in it. He was thinking about when he was going to play with the people in the advanced training camp, but he didn't expect to draw the advanced training camp with a random draw today?

This is a jackpot hit.

"Yes, the advanced training camp is full of elite ...... from our training camp."

Lange nodded again and again, but he was very confused in his heart. I'll it, it turns out that this guy knows that the No. 1 training camp is an advanced training camp?

And Feng Zhen on the side was also directly stunned, in fact, his reaction was similar to Lange.

When he saw Lott pull out the No. 1 training camp, his first reaction was that Lange had done something on these pieces of paper, but when he wanted to check the pieces of paper, he found that Lott suddenly laughed, and he was actually very happy?

If it were other training camps, there might still be a chance to win, after all, the people in other training camps were strong and weak, but in the advanced training camp, they were all strong! After such a period of rushing to the list, now the last place in the advanced training camp is already a seventh-level magician.

If this Lot is drawn casually, it will be a rhythm that will definitely lose!

"Uncle, when will the game start, I'm already excited!"

After listening to Lange's confirmation, Lot's face was even more excited, and even a little crazy.

"I'm going, this person isn't sick in the head, right? I'm in the advanced training camp, and I'm still so excited, what is this doing?"

Lange's eyes widened in disbelief. This Bing Yan's friend looks stupid, honest and honest, but he didn't expect to learn a lot from Bing Yan in terms of arrogance!

Is this the gathering of likes?

But this is also exactly what he wants, since this guy is so crazy, let him know what despair is!

Soon, he arranged another draw. In the same way, he also did something on the piece of paper, but in order to be less fake, he changed the last time it was all one to five, which means that no matter how Lott draws, he will only match the top five in the advanced training camp.

"Isn't it......"

After the second draw, Lotte suddenly sighed, and the whole person was directly stunned.

"Huh. ”

Seeing Lot's dejected appearance, Lange couldn't help but sneer. He thought this Lot was so powerful, but he didn't expect it to be all pretended. Now that the top five of the training camp have been drawn, all of a sudden the original form is revealed.

"It's only third! Why not the first! Damn, damn it!"

Lott slapped his thigh, and the whole person was extremely uncomfortable, why was his luck so bad?

it?

Lange was instantly petrified on the spot. It's broken, this person's brain is definitely broken!

However, since this guy doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, he won't stop him. This guy must have missed the training camp this year, but it's not his fault. If you want to blame, you can only blame him for being Bingyan's old friend!

"Go and call the wolf!"

Lange waved at the door, and one of the guards left the place where he had signed up and went to the advanced training camp to find someone.

After a while, the guards came with people, but this time it wasn't just one person, but a group! And looking at the badges on the chests of these people, it seemed that each rank was not low. It seems that this game has also piqued the interest of others in the advanced training camp.

"Mr. Lange, what about the one who is going to challenge me?"

Outside the door of the training camp, a strong man of more than one meter and eight meters and full of muscles shouted.

"Isn't it......"

After seeing this person, Feng Zhen also trembled in his heart, not to mention the badge of the eighth-level magician on his chest, just the sturdy physique, and the terrifying aura that emanated, he was a little afraid in his heart.

"I'm here! You're the one named Wolf Yong, aren't you?"

The next moment, Lott stepped forward excitedly, and stretched out his hand to this strong man with a smile, this guy's breath is powerful, it's not a person from the advanced training camp!

Feng Zhen was dumbfounded.

"You're that Lotter?"

Wolf Yong looked at the kid in front of him and frowned. Not only does this thing not have a magic badge, but the magic fluctuations on his body are not strong, where did he get the courage to challenge him?

"yes! Let's get started, I can't wait!"

Lott said excitedly again, thinking that he would fight with such a strong man later, he couldn't stop being excited!