Yun Luo stood still and didn't bother to join the fight.
Anyway, each person has a long-term signature and cannot be exchanged. Which number you get depends purely on luck.
Seeing everyone fighting for it in full swing, Tantai Yao couldn't help but feel a little bit eager to try her luck.
"Sister Yun, aren't you going to grab it?" she asked Yun Luo with greedy eyes.
Yun Luo said calmly: "I won't go. Everything you get will be the same. You can go if you want."
Tantai Yao thinks about it too.
With Yun Luo's strength, it doesn't really matter who his opponent is.
"Then I'll go, wait for me here." Tantai Yao said, and rushed into the crowd.
Yun Luo watched her squeeze in, smiled, and didn't care.
More than two hundred long sticks seemed like a lot, but as everyone snatched them away one by one, the number quickly became less.
Yun Luo still stood calmly on the spot, with no intention of fighting for it.
There are several warriors with the same attitude as her, including Tantai Hao, who are very confident in their own strength.
What surprised Yun Luo was that Bei Chenming was also standing on the outside, looking at everyone with his arms folded and smiling, as if he was not worried at all.
She raised her eyebrows.
This guy is very confident...
How does a sixth-level warrior get the confidence to watch a show?
Just as I was thinking this, a dazzling red suddenly flashed across my eyes.
Yun Luo subconsciously stepped back, stretched out his hand to grab it, and suddenly there was a long stick in his hand.
The sound of footsteps came immediately.
A warrior seemed to be chasing the lottery, but unfortunately he was a step too late.
The long-term signature has fallen into Yun Luo's hands.
The rules limit it and no one is allowed to compete.
The warrior's face looked a little ugly. He looked Yun Luo up and down, said nothing, and turned around to pursue other lottery tickets.
Yun Luo stood there holding the long sign, shrugged inexplicably, and said to himself: "You can't blame me for cutting the Hu, it ran into my hand on its own."
As she spoke, she turned the long sign over.
The signature is painted in red with a number written on it.
"Sister Yun, I grabbed it!" Tantai Yao ran back happily, holding a lottery ticket in her hand as well, and shook it towards her.
Yun Luo raised his eyes and smiled.
Very good, also a red sign.
It seems that we are lucky. The two people are in the same group, which avoids hostility.
"Eh? Sister Yun, you got it too? How come you're faster than me?"
Tantai Yao came closer and saw the lottery in Yun Luo's hand. She leaned over in surprise and said, "Great, you also have a red lottery. What's the number?"
Yun Luo turned the red sign over and showed it to her. It read "ninety-nine" clearly on it.
There are a total of one hundred and twenty-one numbers in the long-term signature, and ninety-nine is already very low.
The order of battles is based on numbers from small to large. The further back you go, the more time you have to prepare.
If you are a warrior who was accidentally injured in the second round, you can be said to be very lucky to get this lottery.
But for Yun Luo, the size of the numbers doesn't make much difference.
Tantai Yao was a little envious: "You are so lucky to be so far back, Sister Yun, but I am a little unlucky."
She held the red sign in her hand sadly, with the number "forty-three" written on it.
Neither forward nor backward is considered good or bad.
"It's okay. I'll feel more at ease if I finish the competition earlier." Yun Luo comforted with a smile.
"I would rather play later. It would be nice if we could exchange numbers." Tantai Yao sighed quietly.