Zhao Feichen whispered:
"The items refined in that furnace are of the highest quality. Even if you are the one who can make it, your success rate is less than 30%. I'm determined to get this item. Even if he is an official steward, I won't pretend that he doesn't know."
"Just make up your mind!" Lian Sanyue smiled, stood up lazily, stood in the crowd, and said loudly:
"I will draw up a contract as a witness and guarantor. If anyone violates the contract, I will personally deal with him."
After both parties nodded, she took out an old yellowed parchment scroll from the inventory and shook it open, saying:
"Contract 1: You may not use skills and items above level 6."
"Contract 2: You cannot admit defeat. The rules of the ring must determine life and death."
"Contract 3: You are not allowed to ask for help from irrelevant people outside the venue."
Every time she spoke, a regular handwriting appeared on the parchment, twisted like tadpoles, and it was impossible to tell which country's writing it was.
After briefly explaining the contents of the three contracts, she looked at Zhang Yuanqing and the middle-aged swordsman and said, "Come over here and sign your names and put your fingerprints on them."
The middle-aged swordsman strode forward, pressed his thumb under the contract, turned around and looked coldly at Zhang Yuanqing.
Zhang Yuanqing walked back to Lian Sanyue and whispered, "Since you are his aunt, you should tell him who I am!"
He didn't press the fingerprints in an attempt to make a final effort.
It is not convenient for him to reveal his identity as there are all kinds of people here, including evil professions.
If the news of his appearance here were to be passed on to the saints or even the masters in the evil organization, it would bring a lot of trouble and crisis.
Huadu is not Songhai's own territory, so be cautious.
"Why should I tell him!" Lian Sanyue exhaled white smoke.
Zhang Yuanqing looked at the woman for a few seconds and suddenly had a clearer impression of Li Chunfeng's description.
Lian Sanyue snorted: What I said outside is in vain. Believe it or not, even if you tell him your identity, Zhao Feichen will still snatch you away. 8\./2\./Novel\./No\./Wrong\./First\./Publish~~"
A domineering and spoiled child who cleverly exploits the rules and thinks he is right? Zhang Yuanqing said nothing more and pressed his fingerprints on the parchment.
The tadpole-like words on the worn-out parchment lit up one by one, emitting a hissing white smoke. Some kind of power witnessed the contract being severed.
punishment.
Lian Sanyue put away the parchment and looked at his nephew not far away and said:
Violators of the two thumb prints will be punished
“Give me the flint.”
Zhao Feichen stretched out his hand and arranged ten dark red stones in a line on the stall.
Even March and then a touch of flint was put away by her.
"Let's go to the ring." She looked around at the spectators and said with a smile:
"Those who want to watch the game, remember to buy tickets for NT$200,000 each. Line up neatly."
After saying this, she left the shed swayingly, holding a cigar in between her legs, and walked towards the area behind the black market.
The three strong men who were responsible for maintaining order shouted:
“Please go here to buy your tickets.”
In an instant, the customers who were robbed in the black market ran towards the three sturdy men first, while the stall owners collected the valuables on the stalls and swarmed to buy tickets.
Life-and-death battles among saints are rare.
Even if the ticket price doubles to 200,000 yuan, they would still be willing to watch it.
Usually, those who fight to the death in the ring are extraordinary practitioners and it is almost impossible for saints to take part.
Two hundred thousand per ticket, there are at least a hundred people here, that means close to twenty million? As a contestant, shouldn't they get a share? Zhang Yuanqing listened to this and silently sighed that running a black market is really profitable.
No wonder there is enough money to produce so many props in March.
Lian Sanyue twisted her waist in an exaggerated manner but walked very slowly. When she arrived at the arena, more than a dozen spiritual realm practitioners had already bought tickets.
When Zhang Yuanqing followed her and hurriedly ran to the ring, the experienced spectators below kept a distance of more than ten meters and watched from afar.
As more and more people gathered, there was a lot of noise and chatter.
"Madam boss, do you want to be the banker? Let's play a game."
"What's the point of betting? Zhao Feichen will definitely win. 8\./2\./Novel\./No\./Wrong\./First\./Publish~~ His bodyguard is a level 5 swordsman. If we talk about melee swordsman, he can be ranked in the top three. In addition, the Zhao family has no shortage of props. Let's give him the swordsman's weakness.
Add Tut Tut and it will be as steady as a rock."
"What are you talking about? Didn't you hear me just now? That young man is not short of props, otherwise how could he throw so many props into that broken furnace?"
"That boy's aura is obviously weaker than the swordsman's. Besides, if this is a tough guy, do you think the boss lady won't warn her nephew?"
If you bring this up, I have to tell you. I heard that Lian Sanyue has a very bad relationship with the head of the Zhao family. Don't ask why. I don't know. But believe me, I'm a local."
Amid the noisy noise, Zhao Feichen held his two female companions with a sneer on his face.
His aunt did have a bad relationship with the Zhao family, and was even more hostile to his grandfather.
In my father's words, my aunt was born rebellious and unruly. She never accepted the family's orders and arrangements since she was young and acted willfully and without any constraints.
But the grandfather is a head of a family with a strong desire for control. How can he tolerate such a daughter? Therefore, things become very tense.
Zhao Feichen was not close to this aunt. After all, she left the Zhao family when she was young and didn't see her for a year. How could there be any affection?
But the Treasure House is a good place. He often comes here to gather information, pick up bargains and exchange props.
As his thoughts raced, he saw the young man leap onto the wide arena and immediately turned to the middle-aged swordsman beside him and said:
"That kid must have brought several saint-quality props with him. Before he goes on stage, let me ask you one more thing: what props do you need? Just take whatever I have."
The middle-aged man stroked the long sword in his arms and shook his head slightly:
A few props on me are enough, and you can't give me the best props. Besides, a true swordsman is just obsessed with swords.
Zhao Feichen nodded slightly: "Go ahead."
After the middle-aged swordsman jumped onto the stage, Zhao Feichen lowered his head and whispered a few words to one of his female companions.
The girl with the internet celebrity face nodded, squeezed through the crowd and trotted away.
Zhao Feichen watched her walk away, then withdrew his gaze and raised the corners of his mouth coldly.
Grandpa said that we should be prepared for everything. Although he has great confidence in his bodyguards, he also has to consider the consequences and losses of failure.
Even if this kid doesn't die in Wanbao House today, he will never be able to leave Huadu.
The only thing he said to his female companion just now was a short sentence: Go ask my dad!
Anyway, when the time comes, I can just pass the matter to the elders and let them decide.
On the ring, Zhang Yuanqing and the middle-aged swordsman were more than ten meters apart, staring at each other without moving, but their eyes were already locked on each other, looking for an opportunity to attack.
While confronting the enemy, Zhang Yuanqing was thinking about his strategy against them.
His aura is stronger than mine, he should be level 5. It's very dangerous to be close to him. Swordsman is a high-output, high-agility type. The weakness is weak physical defense and no recovery ability. He is a member of the Zhao family and has no shortage of props, so his weaknesses must have been made up.
I'm dealing with an enemy with high output, high agility, and both defense and recovery. If I remember correctly, the swordsman's passive skills, Iron Will and Shattering Evil, can just target the possession of evil spirits, which is not easy to deal with.
Alas, the Night Wanderer is very strong in the Transcendent Realm, but becomes weaker when it comes to the Star Officer at level 4. Although the Astrology and Star Escape Techniques are useful, they cannot defeat the enemy.
That is to use the arrangement and combination of props to formulate a plan to deal with the enemy, and then open your starry eyes to examine the opponent's face. If the opponent's palace is shrouded in blood, it means that the plan is feasible.
Otherwise, modify the plan.
Theoretically, this idea is feasible. Perhaps this is the correct use of astrology. As a profession with the peak combat power, it doesn't make sense for the Night Wanderer to be so weak in the Saint Realm. Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing opened his starry eyes and examined the face of the middle-aged swordsman.
He must have defensive items and recovery items. I first used the werewolf body to break the armor and then used the fire poison and curse items to restrain the recovery. I quickly made a plan and practiced the steps in my mind.
But the middle-aged swordsman's appearance did not change, it was covered with dark clouds but without any bloody disaster.
It seems that wishful thinking won't work, but the idea should be right. He fought and tested at the same time. He no longer hesitated and used Night Walk to hide his body.
"Night Walker?"
Surprised voices came from the audience around the ring.
Is this kid from Taiyi Sect? Zhao Feichen was not angry but happy. Compared with the huge size and power of the Five Elements Alliance, Taiyi Sect is far inferior to its leader who thinks highly of himself. This is mostly because the Night Wandering God is irreplaceable in many cases.
But this is for the Five Elements Alliance. For the Zhao family, it is said in a more popular way: What use do I have for this Night Wandering God?
Not at all.
The middle-aged swordsman drew out his long sword with a "clang". The sword body was crimson, not like it was forged from steel. It exuded an aura of evil and hostility that could break the spirit and shock the mind.
Drawing out his sword, he quickly stepped back, and the sword swept across the front, and an arc of crimson sword energy whistled out and swept across the entire arena.
A level 5 swordsman can use sword energy to deal with enemies with long-range output. This is the biggest difference between level 4 and level 5.
There was a sound of "ding" and a figure fell out of the void, holding a short blade in a blocking posture. 8\./2\./Novel\./No\./Wrong\./First\./Published~~
It was Zhang Yuanqing.
The short blade in his hand was an extraordinary item he had collected in the past few days, and it was directly ripped open by the sword energy.
The middle-aged swordsman's eyes became fierce and he was about to draw his sword to meet the enemy when he suddenly heard a sound of breaking air behind him.
There are more enemies? The Yin corpses! He understood instantly and slid to the side in his heart.
But at this moment, the middle-aged swordsman saw the night wandering boy raise his hand and wipe his face between his eyebrows. A spot of gold paint lit up and quickly spread to the whole face to form a majestic and upright mask.
His spirit was shaken, and he felt fear and panic, but these negative emotions disappeared in the next moment. He withstood the shock of the golden mask and forgot to resist. !
The swordsman's iron will help him withstand the shock of the golden mask.
At this time, the sound of breaking air was approaching his head. He had no time to dodge and grabbed a clay sculpture made of yellow earth.
"Beng!"
Blood Rose's attack was like hitting a thick sandbag, causing ripples of yellow light to appear.
She was knocked back by the reaction force while the middle-aged swordsman remained motionless.
The middle-aged swordsman immediately put away the clay sword and swept it towards Blood Rose's neck, but the latter had already dodged to the side and rolled to avoid the beheading blow.
It was not that Blood Rose anticipated the enemy's move, but that Zhang Yuanqing gave the order to dodge in advance.
It is indeed a defensive item for the earth monster profession | I am too familiar with the "heavy" price. After trying out an item, Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts flashed, and Xue Qiangwei was already in danger from the middle-aged swordsman.
Immovable as a mountain, aggressive as fire."
The swordsman hardly gives the enemy a chance to breathe.
“Puff, puff, puff
The scarlet sword continuously cut open scars on Blood Rose's body. Although the Bewitching Demon was good at close combat, the gap in strength between him and the Level 5 swordsman Blood Rose was too great.
He was nearly beheaded several times in just three or four seconds.
This is because the Yin corpse would have been severely injured if it had turned into a flesh and blood body.
It can be seen that once a level 4 spiritual realm walker is approached by a level 5 swordsman, life or death can be decided within tens of seconds.
There was a burst of applause from the audience.
Zhao Feichen smiled with satisfaction
The woman next to him said softly, "How amazing! Young Master will definitely win," and other words like that made Zhao Feichen smile even more deeply.
Zhang Yuanqing exhaled a breath of Taiyin power, and the strong Yin Qi quickly spread out. In the surging Yin Qi, a figure in a red wedding dress appeared and disappeared, floating towards the middle-aged swordsman.
The latter put away his sword and stepped back, letting out a powerful shout.
The ghost bride who had floated behind him froze and was then stabbed by the scarlet sword.
"ah"
The ghost bride let out a scream and black smoke came out of her body.
The level 4 vengeful spirit is naturally not enough to face the swordsman who is best at killing and has the passive ability of breaking evil. Zhang Yuanqing had already expected that he summoned the ghost bride just to delay time.
A limp little red hat with three-cornered hat was thrown towards Blood Rose.
Blood Rose reached out and put it on her head. The next second, her body suddenly grew taller, tearing her clothes apart. Her snow-white skin grew golden hair as sharp as steel needles.
Triangular ears grew on the top of the head, the lower half of the face was elongated, the dark eyes turned into golden ones, the palms and soles of the hands and feet tended to be canine-like and grew sharp claws.
In an instant, the blood rose transformed into a four-meter-tall golden-haired werewolf with fangs and scalding molten lava flowing from its mouth.
Flame Wolf!
"What's this?"
"A Gu beast?"
"I've never heard of wolves among Gu beasts.
There were exclamations from the audience. Most of them were extraordinary people, but there were also a few saints with good vision. Some of them even had evil professions, but no one had ever seen a werewolf.
Zhao Feichen narrowed his eyes, gently pushed away the female companion beside him, and stared at the werewolf in the field without saying a word.
Even though he was more than ten meters away, the aura emanating from the monster still made him tremble and feel fear.
Alienation? No, it doesn't look like a beast body I've never seen before. What kind of prop is this? Lian Sanyue looked at the werewolf with great interest.
As an equipment refiner, she is deeply interested in all special props.
While Blood Rose was transforming into a werewolf, Zhang Yuanqing stood at the edge of the ring and opened his starry eyes to observe the face of the middle-aged swordsman.
The dark clouds covering his head and hinting at blood on his face showed that the werewolf could pose a threat to him, but it seemed that he could not be killed. Zhang Yuanqing understood what was going on and immediately gave the order to attack.
The Flame Wolf couldn't wait any longer. Its long and strong hind legs sank slightly. With a "click" sound, the floor tiles of the ring cracked. The tall figure turned into a shadow and fiercely pounced on the middle-aged swordsman. 8\/2\/z\/w\./c\/o\/
The middle-aged swordsman was neither hurried nor slow. With his insight, he had already figured out the trajectory of the demon wolf. He slid to the left, dodging the attack just in time, and charged forward with his sword at his waist.
The scarlet sword blade slashed across the thigh of the flame wolf, leaving a deep sword mark, but no bone was exposed. The werewolf's defense was amazing, and even a swordsman who was good at breaking armor could only cut flesh.
As the two sides passed each other, the middle-aged swordsman glanced at the enemy standing on the edge of the ring to confirm that it was not an illusion, then quickly turned around and slashed out a crimson sword energy.
The sword energy swept across a distance of several meters and hit the demon wolf that just turned around, leaving another deep sword mark.
The Flame Wolf growled angrily, its abdomen bulged, and it suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out tongues of fire mixed with molten lava that instantly engulfed the middle-aged swordsman.
However, the next second the middle-aged swordsman appeared on the other side.
How could such a slow attack possibly hit the swordsman? "
In the following time, the middle-aged swordsman's agile movements were passive everywhere and he was dodging most of the time, no longer as strong as before.
But the attacks of the Flame Wolf always missed. The agility that the werewolf was proud of had no advantage in front of the swordsman who was good at close combat and had insight.
Instead, the middle-aged swordsman kept stabbing and slashing with his sword while dodging, continuously increasing the wounds on the demon wolf.
Little by little, you can conquer this monster.
Zhao Feichen, who was in the audience, breathed a sigh of relief and embraced his female companion again, stroking the sexy and hot body of the young girl while enjoying the fight on the stage.
Zhang Yuanqing watched for a long time and took in the strengths and weaknesses of both sides.
It is not difficult to break the werewolf's defensive gear with its attack power, but it is necessary to make him stop and use the defensive gear. The werewolf is fast and agile, but it does not work. If I want to force him to use the defensive gear, I have to take action.
I first exchanged injuries with him to make him bleed, and then let the magic wolf cooperate in the attack to force him to use defensive props. After that, Zhang Yuanqing combined his own props and skills to quickly formulate a plan to kill the enemy.
When he sorted out his thoughts and kept his starry eyes open, he saw blood in the eyes of the middle-aged swordsman.
It really worked! He was overjoyed because he had a way to defeat the enemy and also verified his application of astrology.
He immediately used an illusion to leave a fake body in the original place and secretly used the Night Walk to hide his body.
The middle-aged swordsman who had been paying close attention to him immediately became aware that Iron Will combined with Insight was a special way to counter illusions.
The middle-aged swordsman immediately slashed out an arc of sword energy behind him, sweeping across the entire field and forcing the star official to show up.
However, the sword energy rushed out of the arena and swept over the heads of the people below, rushing out for dozens of meters before weakening and disappearing.
Didn't hit anything.
Almost in the next second, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a pair of black running shoes without a logo and a yellow mask, appeared behind him and stabbed the middle-aged swordsman in the back with the short blade in his hand.
How did he dodge the sword energy at such a fast speed that the middle-aged swordsman Tong Kong shrank violently.
Insight can predict the enemy's moves but cannot predict the enemy's invisible moves.
In addition, the speed that this star official bursts out when getting close is even comparable to that of a bewitching demon of the same level.
The middle-aged swordsman was too late to block, dodge, or counterattack and could only turn his body to the side in an instant to avoid the vital point on his back.
"puff!"
The short blade successfully pierced the middle-aged swordsman's body.
The severe pain made the middle-aged swordsman's hair stand on end. With his iron will, he quickly suppressed the pain and stayed calm, intending to seize this rare close combat opportunity to counterattack the star official.
Let him know how foolish it is to attack a swordsman at close range."
But then he saw the demon wolf open its mouth and flames gushed out from deep in its throat.
In desperation, he could only grab the clay sculpture from the inventory to protect his body.
Zhang Yuanqing's body transformed into a dreamlike star official and escaped from the flames. It didn't matter if he didn't hide, as he had the Unyielding Heart Mirror to protect him, and the flames of the demon wolf could not hurt him at all.
But he wanted to keep the blood on the blade.
The flame mixed with magma devoured the middle-aged swordsman. The scorching high temperature licked the light shield and burned the earth-attributed energy shield red and bright. However, the five elements of fire generate earth, and the earth-attributed energy has extremely high resistance to flames.
The werewolf's breath can only last for three seconds. The middle-aged swordsman who has seen this move did not panic and silently waited for an opportunity.
Three seconds passed quickly. He was about to put away the clay sculpture and fight back when he saw the star officer grab an ugly puppet from the inventory. He wiped the blood on the blade with his fingertips.
He shouted:
"die!
Killing curse!
The middle-aged swordsman's eyes went dark, blood gushed out of all his orifices, and his soul seemed to be torn into pieces.
He was seriously injured at once, but fortunately the curse level was not high enough to kill him as a level 5 swordsman.
But this also made him dare not put away the clay sculpture. He stood still and raised his heavy arms with difficulty. He grabbed a coat woven with green vines from the inventory and slowly put it on.
A turquoise halo covered him and quickly healed his injuries.
Seizing this opportunity, the Flame Wolf stretched out its sharp claws and scratched the bright red light shield again and again. The earth-attribute energy light shield, which had not yet cooled down, appeared to be molten under the high-frequency scratching, like red-hot, melting glass.
Finally, with a sound that made one's teeth ache, the light shield shattered and the clay sculpture in the middle-aged swordsman's hand cracked.
"puff!"
The werewolf's sharp claws scratched the middle-aged swordsman's chest and abdomen, leaving his skin and flesh torn.
"ah"
The middle-aged swordsman let out a heart-wrenching scream, his skin instantly turning red and his muscles tensed.
Fire poison enters the body!
The condition of the body, which had not yet fully recovered, became worse.
Although he possessed the passive ability of Iron Will, he still did not let the pain erode his sanity. He quickly took out a black iron mask that looked like a devil, covered his face with it, and blew hard.
In an instant, thick fog filled the entire arena, obscuring the view.
|Mist Lord?
"I can't see it now, but I can guess that he wants to use the thick fog to buy time to heal his injuries."
It seems that the outcome of this battle is still unknown. I thought that star official was sure to win. "
"Yeah, that guy watched the entire first half but almost ended the fight with one move. He's a real character. Is there such a talent in Taiyi Sect?"
Amid the chattering crowd, Zhao Feichen let out a sigh of relief and his tense mind relaxed.
It is well known that among all the major local professions, the only one who can restrain the Lord of Mist is the Domination-level Rain Master.
Any other profession is helpless in the face of thick fog.
Just as he thought of this, he heard a sharp "Woo" sound and then a strong wind blew on the ring.
The thick fog, as thin as gauze and as thick as pulp, was blown away by the strong wind.
The figures of two people and one wolf reappeared on the stage.
Without any hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing the Wind Blaster Gloves, immediately swung two wind blades at the middle-aged man whose skin was red, bleeding from all seven orifices, and whose breath was extremely weak.
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At the same time, he ordered the demon wolf to prepare for the breath of fire.
“Dang! Dang!”
The middle-aged swordsman fought hard and shattered the wind blade.
At this time, the fire wolf opened its mouth and the flames mixed with molten lava engulfed the middle-aged man.
Three seconds later, the flames died down and only a charred corpse remained...
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