When Chu Xisheng heard that his bounty had reached 1,500 taels of magic silver, he was really frightened for a while.
However, he quickly calmed down, thinking that there were many experts around him, including two at the seventh level and one at the sixth level.
There is also a hidden Lu Luanli who is skilled in martial arts and martial arts.
If none of these people can do it, the former ‘King’ Chu Yunyun will still have the answer.
After Chu Xisheng thought about this life and death challenge, he returned to Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall to stay.
Before his cultivation reached the eighth level, he would not go out even if he died.
Chu Xisheng's calmness and calmness slightly surprised the female guard, who gave him an extra high look.
At this moment, a carriage slowly drove into the ferry and stopped in front of them.
Chu Xisheng looked intently, with surprise in his eyes.
The carriage in front of him was not very luxurious, but it was made entirely of steel. The carriage was surrounded by thick iron plates, and even the wheels were made of steel.
At this time, Zuo Qingyun poked his head out of the car window with a smile on his face.
"Get in the car! We'll ride there."
Chu Xisheng followed Shan Ruliu and stepped onto the carriage.
The ferry port of the ancient market is actually not far from the Nanjie Temple Market, less than a mile away.
But when the carriage drove into the street, Chu Xisheng knew the necessity of using this steel carriage.
Looking out of the car window, I saw that both sides of the streets of the ancient market were actually crowded with people, and there were surging heads of people everywhere. It was several times more lively than when he was competing in the South Street Temple Market.
In this case, he was really worried that someone would violently attack him or use a hidden weapon.
No matter how sharp his five senses are, he can't take care of it.
At this time, there were more than a hundred men in red clothes clearing the way on both sides of the carriage. They were like a solid human wall, forcing the crowds on both sides away, preventing anyone from getting closer than five feet away from the carriage.
The female guard flew to the top of the carriage. She changed her spear and looked around, alert to all abnormalities around her.
Zuo Qingyun was waving a folding fan in the car while explaining the situation: "Your two opponents this time are famous in this county. Zhuang Hongfei practices magic, is good at hidden weapons and sword skills, and has vicious methods. His opponents have not been able to defeat him so far.
Huokou has accumulated nineteen wins since his debut in Nanjie Miaoshi.
Another Zhou Liangchen swept all the way through the ninth rank. He was invincible with one sword. No one could survive three rounds with his sword, so he was known as the ninth rank sword demon.
These two people are qualified to join the Qingyun Ranking of this county, so these two life-and-death competitions are determined and spread throughout the county's martial arts community in these three days. Not only are these gamblers in this county flocking to them, but there are also many people in Dongzhou.
People in the world were attracted."
Chu Xi thought, no wonder, his martial arts points have increased rapidly in the past three days, and today it has reached seventy-nine points.
It turns out that it all depends on the opponent's support.
His mind moved slightly, and a strange idea came to his mind.
Can fame be enhanced by relying on other people's support? There seems to be something to be said for this?
"Actually, what I want is for you to pick a few weaker opponents first, and then fight a few life-and-death matches to get used to it."
Zuo Qingyun gave a wry smile and said with helplessness: "But my two opponents are both wily and scheming people. They asked me to fight for power ten days ago, and I had to respond."
"Fighting for the stage?" Chu Xisheng raised his eyebrows with a puzzled expression.
"Fight for the ring."
Zuo Qingyun pointed outside with a folding fan: "The twenty-four arenas in Nanjie Temple Market are currently divided between me, Li Cang, the one-armed swordsman, and Du Yunlai, the master of Yunjian Manor. The method of division is to use life and death.
Fight for the stage, win one, and get one.
I have good players at the eighth and seventh levels, so I occupied half of these twenty-four arenas when I was in my heyday, but recently I have been suppressed by them at the ninth level, and now I only occupy nine."
Chu Xisheng nodded slightly, he understood why Zuo Qingyun invested so much money in him.
"Your chances of winning are really not high, so I can only try my best to help you."
At this time, Zuo Qingyun handed two more things to Chu Xisheng's hands, which were a pill bottle and two silver-white leggings.
"Inside the bottle are two high-grade blood-melting pills. I tried my best to get them. These leggings are a seventh-grade magic weapon. After the true energy is injected into it, your body speed can be doubled. But this thing belongs to my friend and can only be borrowed.
It takes you two days."
Chu Xisheng's expression brightened: "Yamen is loyal!"
The last time he used the top-grade blood-melting pill given by Cao Xuan, his physical fitness in all aspects increased by 10%.
But the key was the leggings, which were obviously meant to save his life.
"What's wrong with justice?" Zuo Qingyun shook his head: "I can't help you, which put you in such a dangerous situation from the beginning. I told you clearly that I actually have two ninth-grade fighters under my command, but
Their strength is far inferior to that of Zhuang Hongfei. If they are forced to come to power, they will surely die. This is not kind.
I only hope that you have a chance to survive. In short, in these two games, if you can win, you will win, and if you can't, just run on the ring. I am very optimistic about you, don't give away your life early, and win it back for me next time -
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As soon as he said this, Chu Yunyun and Lu Luanli's expressions relaxed, and their feelings about Zuo Yameni improved a little.
This guy is really open-minded in his approach to people.
At this time, the carriage had stopped again and came to a slow stop in front of a six-story, extra spacious and grand restaurant in Nanjie Temple Market, covering an area of at least five acres.
On the door of the restaurant, there are three big characters of "Sheng Lian Lou" written with flying dragons and phoenixes.
"The Victory Building is a decisive battle between victory and defeat, as well as life and death. I am currently in charge of this building, but that may not be the case tomorrow."
Zuo Qingyun clicked his tongue and jumped down from the carriage: "The two competitions will be held in two days. Today's competition will be in an hour. I have someone arrange a room for you on the fifth floor. You go first
have a good rest."
Chu Xisheng followed Zuo Qingyun out of the carriage, and then he heard a thunderous noise from the other side of the carriage.
He turned around and saw a dark crowd looking at him ten feet away from the Victory Building.
"Is this Chu Xisheng? So he looks like this?"
"This skin is not bad, but it looks like a sick man. He will collapse when the wind blows. Can he win?"
"Despite his appearance, his sword skills are very sharp. Twenty days ago, he killed three people with four swords, and many people saw it."
"No matter how powerful his sword skills are, so what? Can he be the opponent of those two people?"
"Hey! I heard that you are the chief of the inner sect of Zhengyang Martial Arts School? I have staked my money on you. Please don't stretch your crotch for me later."
"Haha! Boy, you are dead. The ninth-grade sword demon Zhou Liangchen has fought seventeen life-and-death battles so far and has never lost."
Chu Xisheng thought that these people were roaring at him like crazy, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
"Don't worry, and don't worry about being affected by them."
Zuo Qingyun burst into laughter and opened the folding fan: "Today's entrance fee and tea fee for the Victory Building are fifty-two per person. These gamblers can't get in, so they can only roar outside."
Chu Xisheng actually didn't care about the madness of these people. He just looked at his illusory screen in surprise.
His martial arts points actually increased by three points, reaching 82.
Lu Luanli felt a warning sign at this moment. She opened her eyes wide and glanced at the crowd with sharp eyes.
Immediately, he discovered that there was a sinister gaze staring at Chu Xisheng.
But in the next moment, this person withdrew his sight again, retreated into the crowd, and disappeared without a trace.
This chapter has been completed!