Mo Qiulan's eyes were filled with viciousness.

If Qin Hao were all assigned to the same group as these people.

Then Qin Hao will definitely not even be able to get in the third place.

Then he just kneeled.

He will be extremely embarrassing.

His arrogance will ripple!

You may even be beaten seriously and the path of martial arts will end from now on.

Then...she will be very happy.

It will even be very excited.

On the ring, the old man waved, and saw the two of them carrying a big box up.

This large box is airtight and not transparent, with only one opening on it.

"There are a hundred small balls inside, and each small ball has a group number written on it. Each group has ten numbers. Those who get the same number are divided into the same group." The old man explained.

After a pause, he continued: "I hope everyone draws lots fairly and do not use improper means, otherwise if you find out, you will be disqualified immediately."

His words were filled with warnings.

"good."

All the geniuses nodded.

"Let's draw lots." said the old man.

Many geniuses lined up and went forward to draw lots one by one.

The first draw was a man of twenty-seven or eight years old.

He is not among the top ten forces, but he is quite strong.

Moreover, he himself is a strong man in the eighth level of the divine realm.

He reached into the box and took out a small ball.

The small ball is not big, it is just like a table tennis ball.

The word "3" is written on the ball.

This means that he draws the third group.

Others also stepped forward to draw lots one after another.

It was Qin Hao's turn soon.

What Qin Hao drew was the word "9".

He is in the ninth group.

"Ha ha……"

At this moment, a loud laugh came.
Chapter completed!