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 helped 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.

她被反作用力震退而中年剑客纹丝不动。

中年剑客旋即收起泥塑剑光一闪扫向血蔷薇的脖颈但后者早已提前侧扑翻滚避开了削首一击。

这并非血蔷薇料敌先机而是张元清提前下达了闪避的命令。

果然是土怪职业的防御道具|沉重”的代价我可太熟悉了试出一件道具后张元清念头闪烁间血蔷微已经被中年剑客逼的险象环生。

不动如山侵略如火。“

剑客对敌几乎不给敌人喘息的机会。

“噗噗噗

绯色长剑不断在血蔷薇身上斩出露骨的伤痕虽然蛊惑之妖擅长近战但对上5级剑客血蔷薇的实力差距太大。

仅仅三四秒就好几次险被斩首。

这还是阴尸换成血肉之躯早就重创。

可见4级灵境行者一旦被5级剑客近身数十秒内就能分生死。

台下叫好声一片。

赵飞尘嘴角带笑满脸自得

身边的女人嗓音软软的说着“好厉害”少爷赢定了”之类的话语让赵飞尘笑容愈发深刻。

张元清吐出一口太阴之力磅薄的阴气迅速弥漫翻涌的阴气中一道身穿红嫁衣的身影若隐若现飘向中年剑客。

后者收剑后退口中发出雄浑的喝声。

已经飘到身后的鬼新娘身躯一僵紧接着便被绯色长剑刺中身躯。

“啊”

鬼新娘发出一声尖叫身躯嗤嗤冒着黑烟。

对上最擅杀伐且拥有破煞被动的剑客4级的怨灵自然不够看张元清早已料到他召唤鬼新娘本就是为了拖延时间。

一只软趴趴的三角小红帽甩向了血蔷薇。

血蔷薇伸手一捞戴在头上下一秒她体型陡然拔高撑裂衣衫雪白的肌肤长出锋利如钢针的金色毛发。

头顶长出三角耳下半张脸拉长漆黑的童孔化作金色的兽童手掌脚掌趋于犬化并生长出锋利尖锐的爪子。

顷刻间血蔷薇化作一只四米高的金毛狼人獠牙交错的嘴里流淌着滚烫的熔浆。

火焰魔狼!

“这是什么?”

“蛊兽吗?”

“没听说蛊兽里有狼的啊

场下惊呼声四起看客里超凡居多但也有少量的圣者眼界不低其中更有邪恶职业但不管是谁都没见过狼人。

赵飞尘眯了眯眼轻轻推开身边的女伴一言不发的盯着场内的狼人。

即使隔着十几米的距离那怪物身上散发的气息仍让他感到战栗和恐惧。

异化?不不像从未见过的兽身这是什么道具连三月审视着狼人露出了浓厚的兴趣。

作为炼器师她对一切特殊的道具都深怀兴趣。

血蔷薇化身狼人期间张元清站在擂台边缘睁开星眸观察着中年剑客的面相。

面相中乌云盖顶暗含血光说明狼人是能对他造成威胁的但似乎杀不死他张元清心里有数了当即下达进攻命令。

火焰魔狼早已迫不及待强壮修长的后肢微沉只听“卡察”一声擂台地砖裂开高大的身影已化作一道残影凶悍的扑向中年剑客。8\/2\/z\/w\./c\/o\/

中年剑客不疾不徐洞察术之下早已把魔狼的轨迹了然于胸他朝左侧滑步恰到好处的避开扑击横剑于腰往前突进。

绯红的剑刃划过火焰魔狼的大腿划开深深的剑痕但没有见骨狼人防御力惊人即便是擅长破甲的剑客也只能划开血肉。

双方擦身而过中年剑客目光瞥一眼站在擂台边缘的敌人确认那不是幻术后迅速转身斩出一道绯红剑气。

剑气掠过数米距离斩中正好转过身来的魔狼又是一道深深的剑痕。

火焰魔狼愤怒的低吼一声腹部一鼓蓦地张嘴喷吐出混合熔浆的火舌瞬间将中年剑客吞没。

然而下一秒中年剑客便出现在另一侧。

如此缓慢的攻击怎么可能命中剑客。“

接下来的时间里中年剑客灵活的闪转腾挪虽处处被动大部分时间都在闪避，不复之前的强势。

但火焰魔狼的攻击每每落空狼人引以为傲的敏捷在擅长近战且拥有洞察术的剑客面前没有任何优势。

反而是中年剑客闪避之间总是刺出一剑、斩出一剑不断增加着魔狼身上的伤口。

积少成多一点点攻略这个怪物。

台下的赵飞尘松了口气重新把女伴揽入怀中一边抚摸着妙龄女郎性感惹火的身段一边欣赏台上的战斗。

张元清在旁瞧了许久将双方的优缺点尽收眼底。

以狼人的攻击力破开他的防御道具是不难的但必须得让他停下来使用防御道具狼人速度敏捷却不起作用想要逼他使用防御道具得我出手

我先以伤换伤令他流血再让魔狼配合攻击逼他使出防御道具之后张元清结合自身的道具、技能迅速制定出一个杀敌计划。

当他理清楚思路后保持星眸开启的状态的他看见中年剑客双眼间血光笼罩。

果然奏效!他心里大喜既有了破敌的方法又验证了自己对星相术的应用。

当即他施展幻术在原地留下一道假身暗中施展夜游隐去身形。

始终分心关注着他的中年剑客立刻警觉钢铁意志配合洞察术专克幻术。

中年剑客立刻朝身后斩出弧形剑气横扫全场的方式逼迫星官现身。

然而剑气冲出擂台在下方众人的头顶扫过冲出数十米才衰弱消失。

没有斩中任何东西。

几乎在下一秒脚踩一双没有logo的黑色跑鞋戴着黄色脸谱的张元清于他身后浮现将手里持握的短刃刺向中年剑客的后心。

他怎么躲开剑气的好快的速度中年剑客童孔剧烈收缩。

洞察术能料敌先机却料不到隐身中的敌人。

另外这个星官在近身后爆发出的速度甚至要堪比同级别的蛊惑之妖。

中年剑客想格挡、闪避、反打已然不及只能在刹那间侧了侧身子避开后心要害。

“噗!”

短刃成功刺入中年剑客的身体。

剧痛让中年剑客浑身汗毛倒竖钢铁意志加持下他迅速镇住伤痛保持冷静打算抓住这难得的近身机会反打星官。

让他知道近距离袭击剑客是多么愚蠢的事。“

但这时他看见魔狼张开了嘴喉咙深处烈焰喷涌。

无奈之下只能从物品栏抓出泥塑护住身体。

而张元清身躯化作梦幻般的星官遁走避开火舌他不躲也没关系有不屈者护心镜守护魔狼的火焰难伤他分毫。

但他要保留刀刃上的血迹。

混合了熔浆的火焰将中年剑客吞噬灼热的高温舔舐光罩将土属性的能量罩烧的通红透亮然而五行火生土土属性能量有极高的火焰抗性。

狼人的吐息只能维持三秒见识过这一招的中年剑客并不慌乱默默的等待机会。

三秒很快过去他刚想收起泥塑反打忽见那个星官从物品栏里抓出了一只丑陋的木偶指尖沾染刀刃上的血迹往木偶身上一抹

喝道：

“死!

咒杀术!

中年剑客眼前一黑七窍溢出鲜血灵魂彷佛被撕裂成碎片。

他一下受了重伤幸好诅咒等级不够高还不能让身为5级剑客的他死于非命。

但这也让他不敢收起泥塑驻足原地艰难的抬起沉重的手臂从物品栏抓出一件青藤编织的外衣缓慢的披在身上。

碧绿色的光晕将他覆盖快速治疗着伤势。

抓住这个机会火焰魔狼利爪激张一下又一下的挠在通红透亮的光罩上尚未冷却的土属性能量光罩在高频率的抓挠下呈现出熔浆状宛如烧红烧化的玻璃。

终于在一阵令人牙酸的咯吱声里光罩破碎中年剑客手里的泥塑龟裂。8\/2\/z\/w\/.\/c\/o\/

“噗!”

狼人的利爪狠狠挠在中年剑客胸腹挠的皮开肉绽。

“啊”

中年剑客发出撕心裂肺的惨叫浑身肌肤瞬间通红肌肉**。

火毒入体!

本就没有完全治愈的身体愈发的雪上加霜。

拥有钢铁意志被动的他仍然没有被痛苦侵蚀理智迅速取出一张状若恶鬼的黑铁面具罩在脸庞用力一吹。

霎时间浓雾弥漫了整个擂台遮蔽了视野。

|雾主?

“这下看不到了啧不过也能猜到他想利用浓雾拖延时间治疗伤势。”

这么看来这场战斗鹿死谁手还未可知啊刚才我以为那个星官赢定了。”

“是啊那小子前半场全程围观一出手却差点结束战斗是个人物太一门里有这种人才?”

议论纷纷的人群里赵飞尘如释重负的吐出一口气紧绷的心神得以松懈。

众所周知本土各大职业里能克制雾主的只有主宰级的雨师。

其他任何职业面对浓雾都无可奈何。

他刚这么想便听“呜”的尖啸声响起紧接着擂台上刮起了勐烈的狂风。

轻薄如纱浓稠如浆的浓雾被这股狂风吹散。

台上两人一狼的身影再次浮现。

没有丝毫犹豫戴着疾风者手套的张元清立刻朝皮肤通红七窍流血气息衰弱到极致的中年人挥出两道风刃。

8\/2\/z\/w\/./c\/o\/

同时命令魔狼准备火焰吐息。

“当!当!”

中年剑客困兽犹斗斩碎风刃。

而这时火焰魔狼张开了嘴混合熔浆的烈焰将中年男人吞没。

三秒后火舌熄灭原地只剩余一具焦黑的尸体……

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