Zhao Feichen whispered:

"The ones made in the furnace are the best tools. Even for you, the success rate is less than 30%. I want to decide this thing. Even if he is an official butler, I don't know about it."

"Just think about it!" Lian Sanyue smiled, stood up lazily, stood in the crowd, and said loudly:

"I will draw up a contract in the name of witness and guarantor. Anyone who violates the contract will be dealt with personally."

When both parties nodded, she grabbed an ancient yellowed sheepskin roll from the inventory, shook it open, and said:

"Contract 1: Do not use level 6 or above, including level 6 skills and props."

"Contract 2: You cannot admit defeat. The rules of the arena are life and death."

"Contract 3: Do not ask for help from unrelated persons outside the venue."

Every time she said something, a rule appeared on the parchment. The writing was as twisted as a tadpole, and it was impossible to tell which country the writing was from.

After briefly explaining the three terms of the contract, she looked at Zhang Yuanqing and the middle-aged swordsman and said, "Come here and sign, press your fingerprints and it's done."

The middle-aged swordsman strode forward, pressed his thumb under the contract, and looked back at Zhang Yuanqing coldly.

Zhang Yuanqing returned, walked up to Lian Sanyue, and whispered: "Since you are his aunt, you should tell him who I am!"

He did not press fingerprints and tried to make a last-ditch effort.

It is not easy for him to reveal his identity. There is a mixed bag of good and bad people here, and there are evil professions.

If the news of his appearance here is passed on to the saints or even the masters in the evil organization, it will cause a lot of trouble and crisis.

Huadu is not Songhai, it is not your own territory, so be cautious.

"Why should I tell him!" Lian Sanyue exhaled white smoke.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at this woman for a few times and suddenly had a clearer impression of Li Chunfeng's description.

Lian Sanyue yelled: "What I said outside was all in vain. Believe it or not, even if you tell him your identity, Zhao Feichen will still rob you."

An arrogant, spoiled naughty kid who made clever use of the rules and thought he was reasonable? Zhang Yuanqing said nothing and pressed his fingerprints on the parchment.

On the shabby and primitive parchment, tadpole-like words lit up one by one, and two thumbprints emerged, emitting white smoke. Somewhere in the dark, some force witnessed the contract, and those who violated it would be severely punished.

Lian Sanyue put away the parchment, looked at his nephew not far away, and said:

"Give me the flint."

Zhao Feichen stretched out his hand and touched it on the stall. Ten dark red stones were neatly arranged in a line.

With just one touch of March, the flint was put away by her.

"Let's go to the ring." She looked around at the spectators and said with a smile:

"If you want to watch the game, remember to buy a ticket, two hundred thousand tickets."

After saying that, she held her cigar between her arms and left the greenhouse swayingly, heading towards the venue behind the black market.

The three strong men responsible for maintaining order said loudly:

"Please come here to buy tickets."

Suddenly being robbed, the black market customers took the lead in running toward the three strong men, while the stall owners collected valuable items from the stalls and swarmed to buy tickets.

A life-and-death battle in the Saint Realm is a rare event.

Let alone 200,000 yuan per ticket, they would be willing to pay if the ticket price doubled.

Those who usually fight to the death in the arena are all extraordinary practitioners, and it is almost impossible for a saint to take the stage.

200,000 yuan a piece, there are at least a hundred people here, that's close to 20 million? As a contestant, shouldn't I be given a share? Zhang Yuanqing heard this and silently sighed that it was really profitable to open the black market.

No wonder this company has the cost to manufacture so many props.

Lian Sanyue's waist twist was extremely exaggerated and she walked very slowly. By the time Zhang Yuanqing followed her to the ring, more than a dozen people had already purchased their tickets and rushed over in a hurry.

Below the ring, experienced spectators kept a distance of more than ten meters from the ring and watched from a distance.

As more and more people gathered, there was a lot of noise and commotion.

"Madam boss, do you want to be the banker? Let us all play a game."

"What's the point of gambling? Zhao Feichen is sure to win. His bodyguard is a level 5 swordsman. In terms of close combat, swordsmen can rank among the top three. In addition, the Zhao family has no shortage of props. To make up for the swordsman's weaknesses,

Tsk tsk, it’s as stable as Mount Tai.”

"What are you talking about? Didn't you hear that just now? That young man is also a master of props, otherwise he would be able to throw so many props into that broken furnace?"

"That boy's aura is obviously weaker than that of the swordsman. Besides, if this is a hard fight, do you think the boss lady won't remind her nephew?"

"If you mention this matter, then I have to tell you. I heard that Lian March has a very bad relationship with the head of the Zhao family. Don't ask why, you won't know if you ask, but believe me, I am a local.

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Amidst the noise, Zhao Feichen hugged his two female companions with a sneer on his lips.

As his aunt, she really had a bad relationship with the Zhao family, and even more so with her grandfather.

In my father's words, my aunt was born to be rebellious, surly and unruly. She did not accept the family's orders and arrangements since she was a child, and she was free to follow her own will without any restrictions.

And grandpa is a very controlling patriarch, how can he tolerate such a daughter?

So it was very tense.

Zhao Feichen is not close to this aunt. After all, she left the Zhao family when she was young and has not seen each other for a year. Where can the relationship come from?

But Wanbao House is a good place. He often comes here to inquire about information, pick up leaks, and exchange props.

While his thoughts were flying, he saw the young man leaping onto the wide ring. He immediately turned around and said to the middle-aged swordsman beside him:

"That kid probably has several saint-quality props with him. Before I go on stage, I'll ask again, what props do you still lack? As long as I have it here, just take it."

The middle-aged man stroked the long sword in his arms and shook his head slightly:

"The few props I have are enough for me, but you can't give me the best props. Besides, for a real swordsman, it's enough to be obsessed with swords."

Zhao Feichen nodded slightly: "Go."

When the middle-aged swordsman jumped onto the ring, Zhao Feichen lowered his head and whispered a few words to one of his female companions.

The internet-famous girl nodded, pushed through the crowd, and trotted away.

Zhao Feichen watched her go away, withdrew his gaze and raised the corners of his mouth coldly.

Grandpa said that he must be prepared for everything. Although he has strong confidence in his bodyguards, he must also consider the consequences and losses of failure.

Even if this kid doesn't die in Wanbao House today, he won't be able to leave Huadu.

What he just said to his female companion was a brief sentence: Go and invite my dad!

Anyway, when the time comes, leave the matter to the elders and let them make the decision.

On the ring, Zhang Yuanqing and the middle-aged swordsman looked at each other more than ten meters apart. They did not move, but their eyes were already locked on each other, looking for opportunities and waiting for the opportunity to take action.

Zhang Yuanqing was thinking about the enemy's strategy while confronting the enemy.

His aura is stronger than mine. He should be at level 5. It is very dangerous to be close to him. The swordsman is a high output and high agility type. His weakness is weak physical defense and no recovery ability. He is a member of the Zhao family and has no shortage of props. Weaknesses

It has definitely been made up for.

What I have to deal with is an enemy with high output and high agility, taking into account both defense and recovery. If I remember correctly, the swordsman’s passive skills, Iron Will and Breaking Evil, can just target the possession of the evil spirit. It’s not easy to deal with.

Alas, the Night Travel God is very strong in the extraordinary realm, but when he reaches the Star Officer, at level 4, he becomes weak. Although astrology and star escape are easy to use, they are useless against the enemy.

Suddenly, he had an idea and thought of an excellent use of astrology.

That is to use the arrangement and combination of props to formulate a plan to fight 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 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 of combat power, there is no reason for the Night God to be so weak in the Saint Realm.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing opened his starry eyes and examined the middle-aged swordsman's face.

He must have defense props and recovery props. I first used the werewolf body to break the armor, and then combined with the fire poison and curse props to restrain the recovery. He quickly made a plan in his mind and rehearsed the steps.

But the appearance of the middle-aged swordsman has not changed. Dark clouds shrouded him, but there was no bloody disaster.

It seems that fantasy will not work, but the idea should be correct. While fighting and testing, he no longer hesitates, uses night travel, and disappears.

"Night Wanderer?!"

Surprised voices came from the audience around the arena.

Is this guy a member of the Taiyi Sect? Zhao Feichen is not angry but happy. Compared with the huge size and power of the Five Elements Alliance, the Taiyi Sect is far inferior. Its sect leader thinks very highly of himself. This is mostly because Yeyoushen is irreplaceable in many cases.

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But this is for the Five Elements Alliance, and for the Zhao family, to use a more popular saying: What use do I have for this night wandering god?

Not at all scared.

The middle-aged swordsman made a "clang" sound and pulled out his long sword. The sword's body was crimson red. It did not look like it was forged from steel. It exuded an evil spirit and a vicious aura that could break the spirit body and frighten the mind.

Drawing out the long sword, he quickly retreated, the long sword swept forward, and an arc-shaped crimson sword energy roared out and swept across the entire arena.

A level 5 swordsman can slash with sword energy and can calmly deal with enemies with long-range output. This is the biggest difference between level 4 and level 5.
To be continued...