When Chu Xisheng and the others arrived at the Nanjie Temple Market, they saw that the place was packed with people.
This is undoubtedly the liveliest and most prosperous place in the entire ancient market.
On both sides of a stone street leading from the gate of the Temple of Fortune, more than twenty arenas were set up along the way.
Under each arena, a large number of people gathered, and some people selling melons and fruits were walking among them, shouting and selling.
"The scale of the competition here is second only to that in Zhoucheng."
Lu Luanli walked in front and introduced the two of them: "Those who can set up a stage here are not ordinary people. They are called stage leaders. They either have a deep background, are powerful, or have strong military strength.
Nowadays, there are three stage owners in the entire Nanjie Temple Market, each occupying some stages. They make money by betting and making money every day——"
Chu Xisheng listened and looked around.
He discovered that these arenas were divided into levels.
There are four levels: lower level nine, upper level nine, lower level eight, and upper level eight.
"In ordinary competitions at the lower level of the ninth level, winning a game usually costs two taels of magic silver, which is equivalent to a day of escorting. The loser does not get a penny, not even the cost of soup and medicine after injury.
There are many life and death competitions. If you win a game, you will not only get twenty taels, but also 10% of the amount bet on the field. If you lose, you will get soup and medicine fees, or burn money. However, there will be no referee on the stage, life and death.
whether--"
Lu Luanli didn't say anything anymore because Chu Xisheng had already walked towards a ring on the left.
She couldn't help but blinked. Is this guy really ready to fight?
When Chu Xisheng came under the ring, he walked directly into a pavilion next to him and looked for a clerk in the pavilion to sign up.
Before going on stage, he had to sign a life and death certificate, stipulating that he would not be held accountable for his life or death.
Ordinary matches must also be signed. Although there are referees in the ring who can intervene at any time to protect the lives of both parties, accidents are inevitable sometimes.
Next is to measure the true strength.
Those who are above the ninth rank should not think about stirring up trouble in the arena below the ninth rank; similarly, those who are below the eighth rank should not think about making trouble in the arena above the ninth rank.
In Chu Xisheng's view, this is similar to the featherweight, lightweight and heavyweight classes in modern boxing.
After that, Chu Xisheng waited for about a moment before being arranged to go on stage.
What disappointed him was that Chu Xisheng fought twice in a row, and his opponents were not very good.
The moment Chu Xisheng drew his sword, the opponent was already defeated.
He didn't use any physical skills, didn't use any moves, and didn't even draw the sword with all his strength.
Chu Xisheng knew that "a lion uses all his strength to fight a rabbit", but he wanted to use this low-intensity martial arts competition to hone his fighting ability.
But even if Chu Xisheng could draw the sword at half the speed, his opponent still couldn't withstand it.
Just after two games, a middle-aged man dressed as a nursing home walked up.
With a gloomy face, he hugged his fist towards Chu Xisheng: "My little brother is very good at swordsmanship. There is no opponent for you here. Please go to the stage, little brother, or go to the life and death competition! You are a fierce dragon, why do you need to play in this shallow water?"
Fish and shrimp?”
The meaning of "promoting to the stage" is to let Chu Xisheng compete in the arena of the "nine-level upper" level.
The people watching the battle in the audience are all veterans. One look at Chu Xisheng's sword-drawing gesture, and one can tell how good this person is.
In the last game, almost everyone was betting on Chu Xisheng to win, causing them to lose more than thirty taels.
This person's combat power is obviously beyond the ninth level.
Only a master at the ninth level can cure Chu Xisheng.
Or life and death competition, there are many masters there whose combat power exceeds their own cultivation level.
Chu Xisheng also knew that these ‘champions’ wanted to make money, and that was exactly what he meant.
The key is that I make little money, can't achieve any training effect, and haven't gained any reputation yet.
Chu Xisheng responded politely and said: "Your Excellency is so complimentary, I would like to be promoted to the throne!"
When Chu Xisheng changed the stage, he immediately aroused the interest of the people around him.
In this arena, martial arts cultivators at the ninth level are very common. With the true essence cultivation level below the ninth level, it is rare to see one person who comes to the arena to fight at the ninth level in three to five days.
Chu Xisheng's first opponent was a strong man wearing a finger tiger.
This man was tall and muscular, with muscles as strong as granite.
Chu Xisheng didn't use "empty tricks" to defeat the enemy. He used his body skills to distance himself and carefully tested. After finding out the opponent's level, he felt relieved and competed with the opponent move by move.
Normally Chu Yunyun would be his sparring partner, but this one's level was too high, and the whole process was like playing with a child.
Her martial arts attainments are extremely high and her level cannot be lowered.
Therefore, the effect of sparring is not as good as that of the person opposite.
The two sides exchanged one hundred and thirty moves. Chu Xisheng felt some discomfort in his lungs and was slightly out of breath, so he used the "Wind and Thunder" move to resolve the battle.
Because he had burned the 'Secret Move Totem' before, Chu Xisheng had additionally practiced this sword move.
Now this "Wind and Thunder Combat" is the most skillful move he has practiced among the eighteen movements of the Wind Chasing Knife, except for the "Wind from the Ground".
Chu Xisheng still didn't use all his strength, but only used 70% of the knife speed to press the tip of the knife to the man's throat.
At this time, there was a loud explosion.
"Okay! This knife is really beautiful."
"This young man looks sickly, but his sword skills are so good."
"Fuck you, Immortal Banban!"
"Useless trash! You can't even defeat a ninth-grade inferior."
Some of those watching the battle were excited and excited, while others cursed and threw their betting slips all over the street.
Chu Xisheng was also very happy, and a small firework exploded in her eyes.
Martial arts points increased from 34 to 35.
In addition, if you win the ninth-level competition, you can get five taels, which is much easier than his dart game.
This is really rich and famous.
But just when Chu Xisheng was looking forward to the next competition, his expression moved slightly and he looked to the left side of the stage.
Just outside the commotion of the crowd, there were more than thirty burly men standing.
Half of them were wearing heavy armor, each holding a sword in his hand and looking at him with an evil expression.
The leader was wearing a white Confucian shirt and a wide robe with long sleeves. He had a high nose and deep eyes, disheveled hair, and a cold, arrogant and arrogant temperament.
This should be Long Heng, the eldest son of the Long family in the inner city.
The reason why Chu Xisheng recognized this person was because he saw Long Sheng next to Long Heng, and the two looked similar.
The second young master of the Long family was also looking at him, with teasing and hatred in his eyes.
Chu Xisheng also saw Chu Yunyun in the crowd clenching her fists, her breath cold, and she was ready to take action at any time.
Lu Luanli disappeared without a trace.
However, from the corner of Chu Xisheng's perspective, he noticed a masked heroine running out of the alley next to him.
This Chinese heroine didn't even have time to change the jewelry on her head, which was very conspicuous.
Chu Xisheng calmed down and looked at the Long family brothers in the audience in silence.
He was actually quite surprised.
Chu Xisheng originally expected that this ancient market would be safer than Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall, so he dared to stay here.
But I didn't expect that these Long brothers would dare to cross the Shenxiu River at this time!
Do they think that the Iron Flag Gang running rampant on the Shenxiu River is just a decoration?
At this time, the people watching the battle in the audience also noticed that something was wrong and moved to both sides.
Long Heng, with his hands behind his back, walked over with a leisurely expression, taking the steps step by step.
The people behind him spread out in all directions, surrounding the arena.
Long Heng stepped onto the ring and stuck a sword in his hand in front of him: "Do you recognize this sword? Tell me, who killed my senior brother Du? Say his name, or draw his appearance.
, I can make you suffer less when you die."
Chu Xisheng glanced at the sword and recognized that it was the sword he sold at the Shenbing Hall.
He didn't pay attention, still holding the knife with his hand and taking a deep breath.
Today's round is all about fighting to the death.
With the help of Lu Luanli's cover, they evacuated from the ancient market while trying not to expose Chu Yunyun.
But just as Long Heng finished speaking, a tea cup was thrown from a distance and hit Long Heng directly.
Long Heng didn't even blink, and smashed the tea cup into pieces with a flick of his sleeve.
At this time, a young man wearing a brocade robe and holding a folding fan walked out of the crowd with a group of sturdy men.
The young master is about twenty years old, with a body like a jade tree, long eyebrows like a willow, delicate and elegant facial features, and a lazy expression.
"Longheng, who gave you such courage? Dare you come to this Nanjie Temple Market to cause trouble?"
This chapter has been completed!