Chapter 1103

"No problem!"

"However, beauty, your condition is equal to no!"

"Because these ten pieces of auction will be in the emperor's bag!"

Don't ask the sky, looking at wood like snow, smiling wantonly.

The expression on his face was light, but his voice was sonorous and powerful, and all of them revealed confidence.

"Really?"

"That also depends on whether you have this ability!"

Listen to Mo Wentian's words, mu Ruxue's eyes flashed a cold light, and his voice was even colder.

Although the mouth for Mo Wentian can win these ten pieces of auction, mu Ruxue doesn't believe it at all.

But somehow, looking at Mo Wentian, another voice in her heart told her that Mo Wentian would win these ten pieces.

"Boss, there must be a lot of evil in these ten auction items. Are you too tired to fight with so many people?"

At this time, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, and a worried way rose in his eyes.

"Too tired?"

"Then let them dare!"

Don't ask the corner of heaven's mouth slightly raised, with an evil smile on your face.

"Huayue firm now announces that it will start the auction according to the new rules!"

"This first auction is still the demon pill of this amazing macaque!"

"Anyone who wants to fight can stand in the arena!"

Suddenly, it seemed to think of something. The light in Mu Ruxue's eyes flashed, and the cold voice said.

As soon as mu Ruxue's voice fell, countless fighters instantly stood on the challenge arena.

"This boy is so arrogant that today we will kill this boy here anyway!"

"Yes, this boy really doesn't know which nationality he is. He should be so arrogant!"

"I'd better be careful. Just now I saw this boy blow up a warrior at the peak of the king of heaven!"

"This boy's strength is really good, but it's impossible to defeat my heavenly king!"

……

Figures stood together, and there was only Mo Wentian on the opposite side.

Looking at Mo Wentian across the street, there were figures with different faces.

"Don't talk so much nonsense. If you come, fight!"

Listening to the sound of discussion, don't ask the sky, but feel the noise is fierce. Your eyes suddenly shrink and say coldly.

"Wait!"

At this time, the cold sound resounded again.

"Considering that this martial artist's cultivation is only the middle stage of the king of heaven, for the sake of relative fairness, no more than ten people can fight against him at one time!"

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, mu Ruxue's face was cold.

"No!"

"At least a hundred people at a time, or it will be too slow to kill!"

As soon as mu Ruxue finished speaking, don't ask the sky, and the cold voice rang out.

In his eyes, he was very indifferent, and there was no fluctuation at all. It seemed that the 100 martial artists at the peak of the heavenly king went together, which was irrelevant to him.

"A hundred?"

"Among us, the one with the lowest cultivation is the existence of the peak of the king of heaven. This boy's brain won't be squeezed by the door, will it?"

"Yes, there can't be anything wrong with this boy's head? He even let us have a hundred people at a time?"

"Isn't he afraid that we will beat him into meat cakes and meat dregs?"

……

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, countless martial artists, with sneers in their eyes, instantly talked.

"A hundred people at a time, this boy is really arrogant to the extreme!"

"I think he must die here today!"

Beside mu Ruxue, the woman in black flashed a cold light in her eyes and said coldly on her face.

"He won't die!"

Mu Ruxue's eyes flashed a confident glance, and four words came out of cherry's small mouth.

These four simple words exposed her inner thoughts.

"Miss..."

Looking at mu Ruxue, the woman in black was stunned.

When she came back, her eyes were full of surprise. She couldn't tell why. The woman in black obviously felt that her family was extremely cold. The young lady who had been sniffing at men was a little different.

"Buzzing..."

Suddenly, on the challenge arena, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and directly transformed into nine identical Mo Wentian.

"The mystery of shadow!"

With a cold drink, the nine figures of Mo Wentian flashed again. In the void, nine Mo Wentian instantly became 81.

Eighty one don't ask the sky. The breath and cultivation are all exactly the same.

For a moment, I really can't tell which is the real body and which is the separated body.

"Play tricks!"

"How about eighty-one separate bodies? Your cultivation is just the middle of the king of heaven. We want to kill, which is not easy!"

"Yes, eighty-one people are not enough!"

"In the middle of the heavenly king, we have nothing to be proud of after we solve it, because the strength is too low!"

……

Looking at the eighty-one Mo Wentian in the void, on the challenge arena, the remaining 100 martial artists with the same king of heaven and the peak, with a sneer on their faces, began to talk.

"Dragon fist!"

"All die!"

The cold voice sounded, and eighty-one Mo Wentian's eyes made no secret of his killing intention.

With a cold drink, eighty-one Mo Wentian punched directly at the top of the 100 heavenly kings.

At this moment, the breath on Mo Wentian suddenly rose.

On that fist, a terrible punch force surged out.

"How can this boy's strength be so strong?"

"This is impossible?"

"On his fist, there seems to be an ancient peerless dragon!"

"What terrible power!"

……

Looking at Mo Wentian's blow at them, I felt that terrible force. On the challenge arena, the hearts of these 100 warriors unexpectedly raised a bad premonition.

What's more, some martial artists even want to quit the challenge arena and the auction competition.

But now they want to regret, it is too late.

"Bang Bang..."

A burst of voices remembered.

"Ah..."

"No..."

……

The next moment, followed by screams.

"Ah..."

"This..."

"This is impossible!"

After several breaths, the last scream sounded.

A hundred figures fell to the ground. On the challenge arena, flesh and blood flew, and the rich smell of blood was instantly diffuse.

"A hundred are too few!"

"Not enough to kill!"

Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and eighty separate bodies disappeared in an instant, leaving only one real body.

Looking at the group of martial artists under the challenge arena, Mo Wentian's mouth was slightly raised, and a evil smile spread to the Tao.

"Not enough to kill?"

"This boy's strength is too terrible!"

"A hundred heavenly kings, top strong men, died under his fist!"

"This boy's cultivation is really the middle of the king of heaven?"

"This is more than terrible, this is simply a demon!"

……

Don't ask heaven. The arrogant voice sounded. Countless martial artists came back to God and immediately talked.

They looked at Mo Wentian, and their eyes were full of impressiveness.