Xu Zhi didn't want to go up to this kind of arena. Don't look at Song Ran who ranked first in the city's high school entrance examination. If he wanted to go up, he would torture the opponent every minute. After all, no matter how powerful Song Ran was, he had not yet practiced Qi in a formal way, and his supernatural talents were unknown.
Is it open?
And Xu Zhi's current level is almost the same as that of a basic practitioner. Even in the high school grade group, he is still at the forefront.
At least at Gu Yuxi's level, the two sides can fight each other.
There is no such thing as being able to abuse someone in the ring and get a bonus.
After all, Xu Zhi's mentality is actually a bit of a secret. His own abilities are not enough to be seen at all. He is surrounded by powerful people. Entering the ring is just a kid competing for others to see, it is more like some kind of talent show.
The advantage is that if you gain some fame, some powerful person may think of it and mention that the child from such and such a family is pretty good, has qualifications, and has a promising future.
As for the disadvantages, anything good in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. If you shoot the first bird, it will show off quickly and die early. Various words kept flashing in Xu Zhi's head.
Nowadays, his mentality is mainly influenced by his previous life. This is what the Chinese people have always followed: do nothing, don't stand out by force, and let others be strong. The breeze blows on the hills, and he is left alone, and the bright moon shines on the river.
In the end, Xu Zhi actually felt that the profit of 100,000 was not proportional to the risk effect of the harvest, and it was not worth the risk.
One hundred thousand yuan is just one hundred gold coins. Dongfang Village has a lot of gold coins.
Shang Qianqiu was ready to make a move. This girl had never been in debt in her life, and now she still had two million in debt weighing on her heart.
Especially today, a small sports car was hit and deformed. Looking at the disaster scene, repairs will cost tens of thousands.
With one hundred thousand pieces of wool, her eyes are straight now, and she cannot defeat Song Yu. She admits that those who have not formally practiced and those who have practiced for two years are still at two different levels.
But she can beat Song Ran. Song Ran is good, but Shang Qianqiu was trained hard for a month at the Hushan training camp recently. He also received Dragon Soul Grass to strengthen his physique, and even awakened his natural abilities.
Song Ran ranked first in the high school entrance examination in Dengfeng City, and Shang Qianqiu dared to tease a tiger's beard.
Now Shang Qianqiu's boxing strength has increased by nearly 25 kilograms compared to when he took the high school entrance examination. With his secret strength, Shang Qianqiu doesn't think he will lose. At most, he will fight Song Ran for a while longer.
Of course, forget about the pervert next to him. Shang Qianqiu thought about it, even if Xu Zhi went to the high school group and fought Song Yu, he could still drive Song Yu out of power.
Seeing that the second wave of people had already entered the stage, Shang Qianqiu pushed through the crowd and squeezed in. She had to sign up quickly.
One hundred thousand yuan, here I come.
Xu Zhi listened to Shang Qianqiu's murmurings and knew that the girl was suffering from eye fever again, and the illness was not serious.
When we were at the ruins, I kept talking about Dragon Soul Grass. My legs were shaking so much that I wanted to climb the cliff to pick one, completely ignoring the issue of my own life and death.
If the hot eyes were not included, Xu Zhi felt that Shang Qianqiu was still a normal person.
The group competition is difficult for Shang Qianqiu, but not that big. Xu Zhi has seen Song Ran's boxing and kicking skills, and it seems that he has practiced hard, but compared to Shang Qianqiu, it is still slightly inferior, not to mention that Shang Qianqiu practiced in Qianji.
for a week.
He has made great progress this month. If Song Ran didn't have special training, he would probably be defeated by Shang Qianqiu.
After the second young man was defeated, Shang Qianqiu jumped up and went straight to the dynamometer.
Far away from the arena, there are several caravans lined up. This is where some big families from Dengfeng and Hua'an gather, and hundreds of people camp here.
The luxury of a caravan cannot be compared to that of a tent. A caravan is like a mobile attic. In a caravan, each person has an independent room, and there is also a shared kitchen, toilet and even a bathroom.
At this moment, on top of the caravan, two middle-aged men in their late 40s were gathering around the chessboard to make moves. One was frowning and the other was smiling. It was obvious that the chess game was coming to an end.
"Oh, Brother Zheng'an, why did my incompetent nephew get into a conflict with your daughter and have a fight there?"
One of the people playing chess is Shang Zheng'an, the leader of the merchant generation, and the other is Song Yu's father, Song Gongming.
Song Gongming is the helmsman of the Dengfeng Song family. The Shang and Song families cooperated a lot in business and had a good relationship. Now, because of the Yanlang cultivation site in Jianmen Mountain, they have gathered together. I can’t bear it, but I can’t move.
Played chess.
These two people like to play chess, and their chess skills are about the same, but they are bad at playing chess. As the high-ranking bosses in the two places, few people dare to beat these two guys, or they dare not play, or they lose on purpose.
Some big guys are good at chess, but they don't want to play against them because they find it embarrassing.
The two of them could only sigh that it was hard to find a chess player. Now that they met, they could not care about proving their cultivation. Playing chess was the right way.
"It's your turn, it's your turn. If the younger generation makes a fuss, just make a fuss."
Shang Zheng'an was very absorbed in playing chess. At this moment, he was only one step away from winning the chess game. How could he have any intention to watch the competition between his two little guys? Anyway, the two juniors had some sense of restraint and would not fight to the death.
Song Gongming didn't want to make a move at all, and the two of them were bad at chess. However, Song Gongming played worse than Shang Zheng'an in this game, and there was no way to end it.
"Oh, look, my nephew punched your daughter on the arm, oh, he punched me again, oh, and was kicked in the leg. This is a pill, Brother Zheng'an."
It was so miserable, Shang Zhengan turned around and looked, "Tsk, Song Gongming, what you reported on the broadcast was counter-retaliation. It was not his own daughter who was beaten, it was obviously Song Ran who received a lot of blows."
Song Gongming grabbed a chess piece and secretly put it in his pocket.
"Look, it's another kick. This girl of yours is really cruel," Song Gongming commented. He told Song Ran that the first punch he hit Shang Qianqiu was the truth. The second person he said without any names was Shang Qianqiu.
Press down and beat Song Ran.
But Shang Zheng'an didn't think so. This was exactly what Song Gongming deliberately misled to make it easier for him to steal.
"Hey, hey, you nephew is going to lose, and you have to lose this chess game as well." Shang Zheng'an looked at the arena and said proudly: "Hurry up, make a move, make a move."
"Oh, I have no choice but to go here."
Song Gongming dropped the sunspot in the place where the sunspot had just been stolen. Once he got there, Shang Zhengan had nothing to do.
"Hey, hey, it can still rain there, why didn't I notice it?"
Shang Zhengan touched his head and quickly blocked the opening next to it.
The bad chess skills of the two people were not easy to notice in many places, and Shang Zhengan did not take it seriously. Anyway, the situation was still good.
Song Gongming sighed with emotion, his chess game could survive for ten more moves.
The two of them went back and forth and killed each other several times. Song Gongming pointed to the ring and sighed: "I lose, I lose, you daughter."
"How could we lose? Qianqiu has always had the upper hand," Shang Zheng'an replied.
He turned around and Song Gongming quickly removed another chess piece.
"It's amazing," he gasped, continuing the previous sentence.
"Stealing chess pieces is really a technical job," Song Gongming thought to himself.
Now that he can live a few more steps, he has a black stone, which falls on the place where he just stole the stone.