Into the World of Medicine

At the end of the competition, Murong walked down the stage with courtesy.

Compared to Murong, of course, the table below is a frying pan.

“This Murong is really out of luck! Such waste can actually pass the first level successfully. ”

“What if it really passes the 100-man war? Murong's face is a piece of crap. There is no way to gather even Xuan Li. In the next competition, is it obvious or to be beaten standing? ”

“You're right, such a waste, in the next contest, is the existence of a blow. This test is eyeless, and shortage of arms and legs is common. ”

The people below talked a lot, but they didn't say a good word. Obviously, no one liked the look on their face.

Murong looked like he heard nothing. After leaving the ring, he went straight back to his seat and sat down.

Thousands of people participated in this competition, and after several hundred mixed wars, hundreds were able to enter the second round.

Murong's snowfall naturally stood out in the first Battle of the Hundreds. Though she was not attacked like Nangong Yu and Murong, her strength was not weak. During the Hundred Mixed Wars, no injuries were sustained, and the white clothes were still white, just a little gasping.

This kind of murong snow is naturally also praised. It is a remarkable thing to be able to pass the test without being hurt at all in the midst of a 100-man war.

Murong's reputation for snowfall was also spread at this time. Although Murong has always known that he has a good talent for snowfall, this is the first time he has ever made such a public appearance in front of everyone.

Looking at Murong's snowfall, Murong Xiong's face showed a comforting smile. This contrasts sharply with the gloomy face of Murong.

The second race soon began, Feng Fei stood up again, and his loud voice immediately rang across the square.

“The first Battle of the Hundreds has ended, and we are now entering the second contest. A total of one hundred and three entered the second race, and now the draw of lots determines the opponent, the winner can participate in the next round. Every round comes out empty. Then the contest goes on and on, eventually deciding the winner. ”

The person entering the second race walked up and drew lots in the box in front.

Watching so many people flock up, Murong took a step back. When everyone had drawn the lottery, she went forward and picked up the last one.

“I'm number 10. Who's number 10? ”

“God bless you, don't meet Nangong Yu! Otherwise, it's going to end directly. ”

The people who got the signature are already looking for their opponents. Everyone is praying that their opponents are not too strong, at least not too strong, or they might lose badly later.

Murong looked at the signature in his hand, a little silly.

Seeing everyone get their own signature, Feng Fei opened up again, "Who drew the empty stamp this round, please stand up. The person who draws the blank stamp can proceed directly to the next round. ”

At this point, all the entrants began to look at who was the first lucky one.

“It's me.”