Volume Five Chapter 129 The result of the lottery!
Volume 5 Chapter 129 The results of the lottery!
What made Xu Da tremble was not that Ling Jie pressed him against the wall. What made him tremble was that although Ling Jie suddenly struck hard just now, he used more than 100% of his strength to resist Ling Jie's collision, but the result was still like an elephant.
Like ants, in the fight just now, Ling Jie was an elephant, and Xu Da was an ant. In front of Ling Jie's powerful force, Xu Da felt himself pale, and Ling Jie killing him was like squeezing an ant to death.
Generally easy.
This was the reason why Xu Da's body was trembling. Originally, he thought that even if he was not as good as Ling Jie, he could still compete with him. It was not until this moment that he realized that he was wrong. He was so wrong. He couldn't even compete with Ling Jie.
I can't even catch a single move... In the next test, I really hope not to face Ling Jie.
Ling Jie glanced at him with disdain, then retreated into the team and stood silently. Zhuge Qing whispered beside him, "Why should you waste your energy on this kind of person? It's not worth it."
The blacksmith stretched out his hand and pressed it, "If you don't talk nonsense, let's start now - draw lots."
He shook the bamboo tube vigorously in his hand, then came to an iron table next to him and shook the bamboo tube "clattering". Just when the shaking was the most intense, the blacksmith suddenly turned the bamboo tube upside down and eighteen pieces
All the bamboo pieces flew out at once and were lined up on the table. Each bamboo piece had the word size facing down and the side without words facing up, neatly arranged in a row.
The blacksmith pointed to the bamboo pieces on the table, "There are eighteen pieces of bamboo here. Come in order. Everyone comes up and gets a number."
The bamboo pieces are turned upside down, so no one can see the number below. Although when the bamboo tube was turned upside down just now, the moment the bamboo pieces flew out of the bamboo tube, the font size might be revealed. But the blacksmith can be sure that no one can
You can capture that moment!
The blacksmith gradually walked aside and said, "Chen Shiran, you are the first in line, be the first to pick."
Chen Shiran naturally couldn't say anything about what the blacksmith said. He took a big step and walked on the iron platform, then picked up a piece of bamboo. As soon as he returned to the team, Liu Qing came over and said, "Shiran
, what’s the number? Is it number one?”
Chen Shiran turned the bamboo piece over, and there was a big "11" written on it. Liu Qing let out a big breath and patted Chen Shiran's shoulder hard, "Boy, you're not lucky. The further the number is, the higher the number."
There is a possibility of winning. The earlier the number, the more unfair and the greater the risk, especially the first and second draws, which are theoretically the most unfair."
Chen Shiran also said, "Yes, if you start fighting from the beginning, it will be difficult to reach the end. But if you start fighting from the back, the possibility is relatively greater."
Everyone else also had the same idea. The later the draw, the more advantageous it would be. Liu Qing said, "Relax, look at me, it's my turn."
Liu Qing stepped forward and drew one back. He opened it and said, "Wow, it's the 10th pick. We're in the same group. We're going to fight in the fourth round. Hahaha..."
It was Ling Jie's turn next, but Ling Jie stood still and said, "I'll just skip it. I'll just draw the last one. To me, signing is just a number, it's not important."
Ling Jie believes that people can't keep a low profile all the time. They should be crazy when it's time to be crazy. Anyway, only one of the eighteen people here will be alive in the end, and everyone will die, so why not be crazy.
The blacksmith nodded in agreement, "Next one."
Zhuge Qing looked at Ling Jie, frowned and said, "I'll skip it too. The sooner the lot is drawn, the better the chance of getting a good lot. I, Zhuge Qing, would rather give up the good lot to others and draw the bad one myself."
Ling Jie smiled slightly in his heart. It seemed that this girl's thoughts were similar to his own. They both felt that when it was time to be crazy, they should be crazy. The two looked at each other and smiled.
The blacksmith also nodded. No matter what they thought, it was already a feat to be able to say such words and give someone else the chance to draw good lots. Since it was a feat, they should agree to promote hemp. The blacksmith said,
"Yun, next."
Sima Tian frowned. He was wondering if he should also imitate them, but he immediately felt that this was too vulgar, so he stepped forward and drew a lot. The one who was less lucky was number six. Next, Cheng Feng
He stepped forward to draw lots, and the number 5 was drawn. The number 7 fell into Bingtong's hand.
As a result, the three places to enter the iron cage for the third round have been filled - Bingtong, Cheng Feng, and Sima Tian. In the dark, everything seemed to be arranged. Han Ping's three people drew lots.
It's a bit strange to be in the same group. However, even the blacksmith doesn't know the secret of this. Only Han Ping, Bingtong, Cheng Feng and Sima Tian know.
If Zhuge Qing does not give up the opportunity to draw lots, then the places in the third round will be changed to Zhuge Qing, Sima Tian and Cheng Feng.
When it was Xu Da's turn, I saw that Xu Da seemed very nervous. Before he stepped forward, he clasped his hands and kept praying, "God bless me, don't let me get the No. 1 or No. 2 lottery, no... Huh..."
, Calm down, calm down, if I draw No. 1 and No. 2, I will be dead, God bless..."
Xu Da stepped forward and drew a lottery ticket. He didn't dare to turn it over to look at it. After returning to the team, he slowly turned around and said, "Wow... lottery number 12, lottery number 12... hahahaha, it turned out to be twelve."
Number lottery, the final round of fighting places, the fifth round of fighting...Xu Er, Xu San, you go and draw quickly, come on, you must draw the places after the twelfth."
Xu Er and Xu San were very nervous, and their hands were shaking when they were drawing lots, but God seemed to favor them, and the lots they drew were the last group to compete for the spots.
After one round of drawing, the most unfortunate person was a man named Wu Li, who got the second lot. Except for the first and eighteenth lot, which were not drawn, the other lots were already settled.
Everyone let out a big breath. There were only two bamboo pieces placed on the black iron table, one was the lottery number 1 and the other was the lottery number 18.
Zhuge Qing and Ling Jie were both silent. They could hear each other's breathing clearly. Everyone knew that if they drew the No. 18 lottery, they would have a high chance of victory, but if they drew the No. 1 lottery, it would be very difficult.
Trouble.
Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief and the pressure on them was relieved. After all, most of them were satisfied with the lottery in their hands. They were looking at Zhuge Qing and Ling Jie as if they were watching a show.
Xu Da seemed to have forgotten the humiliation just now, and shouted again, "Aren't you an old couple? If Ling Jie were still a man, you would give up the No. 1 lottery to Zhuge Qing..."
Ling Jie took a deep breath, "Zhuge Qing, you go ahead and smoke it, I'll take the rest."
Zhuge Qing shook his head firmly, "You should go first. You once saved my life."
"Let's stop arguing. Let's decide by punching."
"Okay. If you lose, go first."
The result was obviously that Zhuge Qing lost. She stepped forward and took a sign back, but never opened it. Ling Jie also took down the last sign and smiled lightly, "Open it and take a look."
Zhuge Qing shook his head, "I'd better open yours. When I see your number, I'll know my number."
In the silence, Ling Jie turned over the piece of bamboo and saw two large blood-red characters written on it, "Eighteen."
Zhuge Qing felt a touch of sadness in her heart. She smiled lightly and said, "Ling Jie, congratulations."
Ling Jie was not happy at all. On the contrary, he was also slightly disappointed.