On the wall, the grouping gestures are clearly visible.
Han Qianqian was placed in the first group at the top, lined up with seven other people he didn't know, to face the Monstrous Power Venerable on stage eight at the ugly hour today.
Han Qianqian was unaware of the match, but when Jiang Hu Bai Xiao Sheng saw the grouping and the match-up, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
On the side, Su Yingxia's face was not looking good under the mask either.
"What the hell kind of luck is this, a group of death upon arrival?" On the side, Jiang Hu Bai Xiao Sheng couldn't help but curse angrily.
Seeing Han Qianqian's confusion, Jiang Hu Bai Xiao Sheng pointed at Han Qianqian's schedule, "Look, the first one you face is the Monstrous Power Venerable, damn it, although the Monstrous Power Venerable's cultivation level is only at the early stage of Evil Punishment, but his person is so powerful that even against someone at the upper stage of Evil Punishment, he is not at a disadvantage at all."
"Even if you defeat him, the three winners after him are all fucking big names in the Eight Directions world, none of them are easy characters, this is simply a grouping of death."
The more he thought about it, the more he felt bad for Han Qianqian. From a certain point of view, the grouping of eight groups, with four extremely strong masters in the group, looked more like four strong abusing four vegetables.
As a result, Han Qianqian was struggling every step of the way, which was completely different from the situation in the other groups.
"At this rate of play, not to mention breaking out of the group stage, even if we want to win two more rounds, it will be much harder." Jiang Hu Bai Xiao Sheng spat out in righteous indignation.
If we could get a good group and meet a less strong opponent, with strength and luck, we might be able to break through, then Han Qianqian could at least reach the final of the Top 12, and even if we lost in the end, Han Qianqian's Mystic Alliance would at least have made a name for itself because it was at least one of the Top 12.
However, the race in front of him was not only not advantageous in any way, but also difficult.
Four great masters meant that Han Qianqian had to pass four hurdles, which was simply bullshit.
Jiang Hu Bai Xiao Sheng was so angry that his liver was broken, but on the contrary, Han Qian Qian was not the least bit angry, on the contrary, he was a little excited inside.
Coming out of the Eight Desolate Heavenly Books, he needed a real expert too much to test his strength today.
It was just a pity that there hadn't been many opportunities.
Right now, this death group was the best opportunity for Han Qianqian.
"Alright, luck itself is part of the game, no need to take it personally, there's still some time before the ugly hour, let's go back to the house and rest." Han Qianqian said with a smile.
When Jianghu Baixiao Sheng heard this, he was in a hurry, if at the earliest, Han Qianqian's kind of confidence was still arguable, after all, he was almost invincible outside the hall, but at this time, it seemed a bit bragging.
One must know that the people inside the Hall, the most inferior ones, were also invincible outside the Hall.
After all, those who could be ranked among the seventy-two halls of the Hall of Qishan, those were all true experts of strength in the eight worlds, and even though there were many worldly experts outside who did not participate in these, they at least represented the strength of most of the participants.
"Han ...... you should take a look at your odds, they are upwards of a hundred, we can't be as careless at this point as we were just now." Jiang Hu Bai Xiao Sheng said urgently.
Su Yingxia and Han Qianqian put their eyes on the list, after each name on the list there are two groups of numbers, the first group of numbers represents the number of bets, the latter group of numbers represents the odds.
The funny thing was that Han Qianqian's bet hadn't even broken 0, but the odds had reached a terrifying 1,000!
In other words, Han Qianqian already had 10 times the odds! On the other hand, Han Qianqian's opponent, the Monstrous Venerable, only had odds of a point three, but the amount of bets placed had already reached fourteen hundred people, with a total amount of nearly ten million purple crystals.
From these figures, it could be seen that in the eyes of outsiders, this was nothing more than a match-up without any suspense.
"That's why some people often say, don't gamble, it's easy to lose all your money, at least, this night, these fourteen hundred people, are going to go bankrupt." After Han Qianqian finished speaking, he pulled Su Yingxia and got up to leave.
Jiang Hu Bai Xiao Sheng was about to speak, however, seeing that Han Qian Qian had already turned around and walked towards a side of the hall, Jiang Hu Bai Xiao Sheng could only shake his head helplessly and sigh bitterly.
As Han Qianqian was not qualified for the 72 halls in the temple, he was temporarily living in one of the dormitories for the disciples of the temple.
When he returned to the house, Han Qianqian opened the door, and in the next room, Master Xianling and Ye Gucheng were opening the door and sending Ao Jun out.
At this moment, Ao Jun's face was smiling, and as he stepped out of the door, he smiled and said, "I live on the right side of the Kun Hall."
Cool-Son Yeh had a cheap smile on his face at this time, "Don't worry, she will have a match tomorrow night, it will be a vicious battle, after the battle is over, that is when she will be weak, I will send her over then."
Ao Jun was about to speak, but he suddenly skipped over to see Han Qianqian, who had just come over to open the door, and with a slight surprise, shook his head in disdain and mocked, "Oh, the League of Mystics?"
"Rubbish!" After saying that, Ao Jun spat disdainfully and raised his head to leave.
Looking at the departing Ao Jun, Han Qianqian was slightly angry, his fists quietly clenched, at that moment, Ye Gucheng on the side suddenly spoke out.