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Chapter two hundred and sixty-eight despicable raiders

The drawing ceremony for the stage was very simple and took only three minutes to complete.

The student who drew the No. 1 lottery, Cai Zi felt extremely depressed, because he had enough understanding of Luo Xiaoyan's strength to know that after he stepped on the ring, even if he tried his best to attack Luo Xiaoyan, he would not be able to do it.

It is possible to defeat Luo Xiaoyan.

Therefore, after stepping onto the ring, this guy, who in his own eyes thought he had won the jackpot, chose to give up without hesitation.

He did this because he didn't want to make a wedding dress for others, consume Luo Xiaoyan's strength, and create conditions for others to defeat Luo Xiaoyan.

Following the precedent set by the No. 1 pick, the next few people who stepped onto the ring did not choose to start a fight with Luo Xiaoyan. Instead, after taking the stage, they took out their mobile phones and asked Luo Xiaoyan to take a photo on the ring. This made

Luo Xiaoyan and the referee on the ring were particularly speechless.

However, Luo Xiaoyan did not refuse the contestant's request to appear on stage and chose to take photos with him.

The first six players gave up the event without fighting against Luo Xiaoyan. This allowed Luo Xiaoyan to win six consecutive rounds without making a move, temporarily retaining the title of champion.

It's the turn of the guy who drew No. 7 to take the stage.

Without any hesitation, he stepped onto the stage directly.

Then, he introduced himself to Luo Xiaoyan and the referee on the stage: "I am Zhuo Muheyi, from the African American League. Please give me your advice."

The African Alliance is an alliance of human monks composed of various forces on the African continent.

Because some island countries were attacked by tyrannical creatures in the ocean when the divine storm swept across the earth, resulting in the destruction of the country. Those who were lucky enough to survive chose to flee their homes and go to other relatively safer continents to thrive.

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The person in front of me is the descendant of the generation of Japanese descendants who luckily survived when their country was destroyed by monsters. Currently, the Asian race has taken root on the African continent.

I originally thought that Zhuo Muheyi would choose to have a head-on fight with Luo Xiaoyan after he took the stage, but he didn't expect that after he first put up an attacking stance, he suddenly took out his mobile phone directly from the treasure space, turned around and faced Luo Xiaoyan deeply.

Bowed, then smiled and said to Luo Xiaoyan: "Let's take a photo together."

Although Luo Xiaoyan has never seen the cunning of Japanese Americans with his own eyes, he learned a lot about it through newspapers, novels, and TV series in his previous life.

From the outside, he didn't seem to have any cunning intentions at all, and even showed an extremely sincere intention to take a photo with Luo Xiaoyan, but Luo Xiaoyan captured it from him through his keen insight.

With strong killing intent, I felt speechless for a moment: "This little thief is not very strong, but his killing intent is full to the extreme. Where does his confidence come from?"

Wanting to see what tricks this clown could pull off, Luo Xiaoyan immediately pretended not to see through his evil intentions and agreed to his request to take a photo with him.

When Zhuo Muheyi approached, Luo Xiaoyan seemed not to be wary of him. In fact, he was ready to strike at any time and deliver a fatal blow.

Soon, Zhuo Muhe arrived at Luo Xiaoyan's side, and then calmly took the phone and began to pose, adjusting the movements and angles of taking pictures.

This process lasted about ten seconds.

The next moment, Zhuo Muheyi suddenly took action. He directly took the mobile phone and used it as a weapon to hit Luo Xiaoyan who was close at hand.

As Zhuo Muheyi's right hand moved, the mobile phone he held in his hand immediately began to change. Countless small steel needles, shining with electric sparks, carrying thin and tough steel wires, ejected from the mobile phone in a scattering pattern.

Xiang Luo Xiaoyan.

"Are you planning to use the electricity carried by this micro-attack mecha to attack me? You are overestimating the power of this micro-attack mecha in your hands." Seeing the scene in his sight, Luo Xiaoyan smiled coldly and quickly retreated.

At the same time, he quickly reached out with his right hand, shooting out a piece of golden light, turning it into a talisman shield that could cover all the space in front of him, and directly blocked all the steel needles ejected from the mobile phone in Zhuo Muheyi's hand.

When Zhuo Muhe saw that the sneak attack failed, his face turned pale with fright. He was worried that Luo Xiaoyan would counterattack hard and severely injure himself. He immediately retreated, ducked out, and flew out of the ring. With this,

This way of admitting defeat ended the game.

"That guy is so despicable. He even launched a sneak attack. Fortunately, the challenger is strong and reacts quickly enough. Otherwise, he might have been fooled and plotted by him." Zhuo Muhe retreated after defeat. Everyone watching the battle,

The eyes looking at Zhuo Muheyi and his companions were full of contempt.

Zhuo Muhe didn't care about the looks in everyone's eyes, as if he had been used to this look for a long time.

In fact, the strength of Zhuo Mu Heyi is not weak. If we follow the previous game rules and conduct a turn-based battle, it is still very possible to reach the top ten.

Therefore, many students and talents who were not as strong as Zhuo Muheyi only chose to ask Luo Xiaoyan for advice on practical combat and cultivation skills after entering the arena, and then chose to leave the arena.

Time passed by, and Luo Xiaoyan's defense match lasted for half an hour. About two-thirds of the contestants were eliminated, allowing Luo Xiaoyan to temporarily keep the ring without much effort.

Lord's throne.

The 27th person to step into the ring is Modi Das, from the European Federation Warriors Union.

"I originally thought that after 27 rounds, your strength would be almost exhausted, but I didn't expect that most of the guys before me were cowards and didn't even have the courage to fight with you. They were inferior to others.

This mentality really makes me despise you. You are indeed very strong, but your victory will end here." Modi Das stood on the ring and looked at Luo Xiaoyan with cold eyes and said.

"If you don't have the ability, talking big is called bragging. Whether you have the ability or whether you are bragging depends on how good your skills are?" Luo Xiaoyan replied with a smile.

"Hmph!" Modi Das snorted coldly, and then secretly used a spell to unlock the power of the potion that had been integrated into the flesh and blood.

As the power of the potion became active in the body, Morte Das's flesh and blood body immediately began to change, from the previous white skin to the color of iron skin with a silver luster.

Seeing this scene, the referee's face changed slightly, and he began to doubt in his heart that the challenger in front of him was most likely due to taking banned drugs, which caused his flesh and blood to undergo such amazing changes, but he did not

Immediately stopped him, because he had seen monks who practiced a certain secret technique, and they could achieve this amazing mutation effect by using mysterious techniques and techniques.
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