Jing Jiubo put his hands behind his back and stood leisurely by the railing. His eyes never left the half-fox girl for a long time. It was obvious that he was very interested, and at the same time he also had a certain ambition to win.
Tian Huacheng whispered: "Jing Jiubo is probably the second level of Yin and Yang Realm. He is not weak among the people present. He should be considered a strong opponent for you, Brother Tang."
Tang Feng couldn't help but laugh: "I haven't agreed to fight for him yet, so I can't be considered a rival with him, right?"
Tian Huacheng was stunned and did not say much on this issue. Instead, he turned his gaze to the hall downstairs, or to be precise, to a middle-aged man wearing a gray gown in the corner.
"This person's name is Ke Wu. He is a casual cultivator, but his strength is not weak. He is at the peak of the third level of Yin-Yang Realm. Among those who signed up for the election, he is undoubtedly the strongest one!"
Following Tian Huacheng's gaze, a middle-aged man who was not a tall man was sitting quietly in the corner. He looked very low-key. He had never made any noise during this period. He just sat there drinking alone.
However, there was a scimitar on his table. Even when he was drinking, his knife never left the handle. In addition, there was a long scar on his face.
The scar slashed diagonally from his left eye to his right mouth, as if splitting his face into two halves. Even if he didn't speak, just seeing his face would make people feel a fierce and ferocious feeling.
Tang Feng just looked at it twice and then retracted his gaze. He did not react to Tian Huacheng's words because he knew that up to now, he had not figured out the other party's intention of signing up for him without permission.
Tian Huacheng just smiled and said nothing more.
The battle stage has been set up, and the old man in black who was at the peak of the Five Elements Divine Realm who took action earlier suddenly appeared on the stage again. It seems that he should be the referee this time.
"I am responsible for judging this time. I have agreed in advance that this election competition will only determine the outcome, regardless of life or death. If anyone deliberately breaks the rules, then don't blame me for being rude!"
The black man's eyes were sharp. Because they had taken action just now, everyone was relatively quiet this time. Seeing this, he nodded slightly and continued: "Now, come on stage in order. The first group comes up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures rushed up to him. They were two warriors of the same rank as casual cultivators. Their strength was roughly at the seventh or eighth level of the Golden Core.
"Please!" These two people are not very old, and they are very energetic. Now on such occasions, they want to express themselves even more.
As soon as the two of them took action, they immediately became extremely fierce. They used what they had learned, and the stage erupted into shocks. However, due to the barrier protection, people outside the stage did not feel it.
Finally, the young man on the left, wearing a green silk and satin gown, performed a move that looked a bit like the martial arts of the Threefold Palm, knocking his opponent to the ground with one palm.
"Concession!" The young man did not make any further moves, but instead bowed his hand.
Without saying a word, the defeated man staggered up and turned over, swept off the platform, and left without looking back.
The old man in black stood on the spiral staircase pillar again, with a cold expression, but suddenly he grinned slightly and said: "Such a competition would be too monotonous. A stall has been opened at Yingchun Building. Anyone who is interested can place a bet, but
As promised in advance, you win or lose at your own risk!"
For casual cultivators, in addition to drinking with women, they often have another hobby, which is gambling. As soon as the old man in black finished speaking, many people immediately started to rush to the stall on the left to check out the winnings and losses.
The second group on stage was Ke Wu, a casual cultivator whom Tian Huacheng mentioned before, and an old man.
The old man was tall and tall, wielding a huge golden three-blade ax. He was so powerful that when he stood he looked like a hill, and he looked quite good.
In comparison, Na Ke Wu seemed much normal, of course this was because he hid his aura.
Tian Huacheng immediately said: "Those three axes are only at the eighth level of the Golden Core. We will definitely lose against Ke Wu. Brother Tang, are you interested in buying two of them?"
Tang Feng shook his head and said: "I'm not interested. Of course I don't have any money now." The lack of money he said was naturally worth it, but he didn't have any spiritual stones.
Tian Huacheng was startled and looked at Tang Feng as if he were a freak. What he meant was that you, boy, are ranked 18th on the Xuanwu Sect's Little Genius List, but you don't even have half a spirit stone?
Tang Feng smiled and said: "I really have no money. You know, I am just a native. If you are interested, just buy it yourself."
Tian Huacheng shook his head: "Forget it, the stall is too small, and I'm not interested either."
By the time he finished speaking, Na Kewu and the old man holding the three-axe had already rushed onto the platform. At the same time, people at the stalls were placing bets. Of course, the old man with the three-axe would win the most.
"You can start!" The old man in black waved his hand slightly at this time.
"Sanban Dalang from Feiyuan County is quite capable, but it's a pity that you are facing me. I can kill you with just one move!" Ke Wu suddenly sneered while holding the scimitar.
The old man with three axes roared angrily: "You guy, you are really arrogant..."
But as soon as he said this, he immediately stopped and could not continue, because at this time, a fist, Na Ke Wu's fist, had hit his lower abdomen.
"Ouch..." The burly old man screamed, his whole body twitching non-stop, huddled on the ground like a shrimp, his whole body was in agony, as if his internal organs had been shaken apart by a punch.
The audience immediately burst into loud noises, and of course most of them were scolding.
"Holy crap, who is this guy? He's so strong. The three-axe man from Feiyuan County can't even block a punch. This is so stupid!"
"The third level of yin and yang transformation. No wonder the three-axe master in the golden elixir stage is no match. We all made a mistake!"
The old man in black kept his expression unchanged and said loudly: "The winner has been decided, let's move on to the next group!"
The next group came on stage quickly, but their strength was mediocre, roughly around the fifth level of the Golden Core. And because they had just seen Ke Wu's strength, the person who won in the end actually announced his abstention on the spot.
The old man in black nodded and said loudly again: "Please invite the next group to come on stage!"
According to the ranking list, it was Tang Feng's turn next, but he did not move.
When Tian Huacheng saw this, he couldn't help but said: "What are you doing standing around? Brother Tang, please come on stage."
Tang Feng still stood still, but frowned slightly. He didn't like the feeling of being tricked.
Tian Huacheng urged: "I did make the decision on my own before, but the quota has been applied for. I don't feel bad about the spiritual stone, but as practitioners, we should work hard and move forward, right?"
"Besides, you have just arrived in the big world, so you should fight with as many people as possible to hone your martial arts."
Tang Feng thought about it carefully and realized that his words indeed made sense. For now, regardless of what medicine the other party was selling, he tapped his foot lightly and immediately thought about the battlefield below.
