Chapter One Hundred Swordsmen Picking the Heroes (2)
In the courtyard.
Zhuo Mufeng looked at the roster handed over by Zhao Jin. They were all young people of the second level. He heard that someone claimed to be invincible at the same level. Of course those who came to challenge were of this level.
After counting, there are a total of thirty-six people who plan to challenge themselves, more than half of whom are disciples of first-rate sects, and a small half of whom are disciples of second- or third-rate sects.
The most noteworthy one is a guy named Liu Ziyuan. The Liu family he came from was a martial arts family a hundred years ago. His grandfather was also a master of the Tianxing Ranking and belonged to a super-first-class force.
If you think about it with your buttocks, you will know that the resources Liu Ziyuan enjoys must be far better than ordinary people. His strength at the same level will be terrifying, and he will be a powerful enemy in five days!
Mud, there is actually a big fish coming to cause trouble. I just want to make some money and make a name for myself.
Zhuo Mufeng rubbed his eyebrows, circled a few of their names with a brush, and ordered: "Send brothers to investigate these people in the next two days, including the martial arts they have learned, their past achievements, and their habits when fighting.
Everything must be clear.”
Zhao Jin was a little embarrassed, but still said yes.
After thinking about it, since things have come to this point, it would be better to be more ruthless. Zhuo Mufeng gritted his teeth and said: "In addition, Lao Zhao, you can secretly find people from the Beggar Clan, give them some money, and let them talk about it to enhance the battle.
style.”
Zhao Jin expressed confusion.
"For example, let's name the battle five days later as Nuanyang Lunjian. It will focus on how strong each challenger is and what amazing achievements they have in the past. If you don't have one? If not, just make some up for me!
No matter how awesome you are, you must create an atmosphere full of masters. You must be so hypnotic that everyone feels that the battle in five days will determine who is the number one master among the true low-level players in Gusu City and even Yingtianzhou. Understand
Yet?"
Zhao Jin was stunned when he heard this.
Aren't they just a group of Wu Erdai who have nothing to do and want to teach some arrogant maniac a lesson? Even the number one in Yingtian Province came out. What is shameless? Today he really learned the lesson.
Looking at someone who doesn't even blush, but is still trying his best to give advice and put some money on his face, Zhao Jin can only write a big word "submit", the leader of the gang is worthy of being the leader of the gang.
In the evening of that day, in some remote corners of Gusu City, the beggars who had been given copper coins could not help but nod their heads as they listened to the benefactor's instructions, and then dispersed in a rush.
In the following days, at some roadside stalls and on street corners, I could hear the glorious past of some young heroes from Gusu City.
In the eyes of interested people, it is of course because the upcoming war has attracted much attention, which has led to their roots being dug out.
"Brother Ding, did you really destroy six mountain villages in eastern Sichuan overnight?"
"Brother Wang, I heard that you defeated a true third-level underworld master with just three swords at the first level?"
Those involved were also confused. Am I that awesome? Why don’t I know it? But when someone asks me, I can’t deny it to my face and destroy my prestige.
So some expressed it as a trivial matter, and some laughed, confirming these rumors more and more.
Public opinion snowballed, and over the next few days, it was clear that it was just rookies pecking each other, but it felt like a decisive battle between peerless masters.
It was as if whoever won the battle was the first person in the world at the same level. As a result, many theatergoers couldn't sit still and went to Nuanyang Mountain to sign up to join in the fun.
On the eve of the war, the number of challengers increased from the original thirty-six to fifty-seven.
Zhuo Mufeng was under a lot of pressure, but when he thought of the wasted money, he laughed again. It didn't matter whether he won or lost, he had made money anyway.
The appointed day was early in the morning.
The morning light had just broken through the clouds, illuminating the entire Nuanyang Lake with golden light. In front of the gate of the Mozhu Gang, a group of people had already gathered in twos and threes.
They are all Jianghu people who come to watch the battle.
The door opened, and Zhao Jin led several members of the gang out. He cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, today's battle will be held on the sword discussion platform."
"Where is the sword discussion platform?"
Someone asked immediately.
Zhao Jin left the few gang members behind to deal with the people who came after him. He led a group of Jianghu travelers through the path, parted through the jungle, and soon saw a huge cliff platform.
What makes the Jianghu people strange is that on the periphery of the platform, at every short distance, there are policemen wearing soap clothes who are on strict guard, as if the platform is some important place.
Zhao Jin explained: "Today's battle will definitely be exciting. There will be many spectators. In order to avoid unnecessary confusion, I made a temporary decision to charge the same admission fee per person."
What?
This group of charlatans were all dumbfounded, and then they became furious. Are you, the Mozhu Gang, crazy about money? You actually charged an entrance fee and killed them as fools?
"Asshole, there are never such rules in the world."
"What do you think you are? Back then, when the top players on the Star Ranking were competing against each other, you didn't even ask anyone for money."
Everyone yelled and cursed.
Zhao Jin sneered and said: "If you don't want to watch, you can leave. There are many people watching. Besides, can you see clearly the duel between the masters of the Tianxing List? You guys, please leave or not."
Several people wanted to make trouble again, but when they saw a policeman approaching, they immediately fell silent and did not leave immediately.
After a while, people started to lead spectators over one after another. When they heard about the admission fee, of course there was a quarrel. But the money was not much, so some people paid the money obediently and sat on the stool in the middle.
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If there is one, there are two. Many people came in a hurry and did not want to leave disappointed. They had to endure the scolding, pay the money, and choose the best seats to sit down.
Looking at the golden lake below and the hazy Gusu City in the distance, the cool breeze blew, and compared with the people outside the platform, it actually felt quite comfortable.
Seeing this situation, most of the first group of people held their noses and paid money to enter the market.
By the time Sisi arrived, almost every seat was empty. There were young people like Xue Shijie who were not qualified to challenge, as well as rangers traveling from various places.
Those on the periphery who wanted to watch for free were waved away by the police. They had to pay some money to enter, but they could only stand and watch the game. That was a regret.
Then I saw a group of young people walking in one after another and sitting in the tea shed on the other side. They should be today's challengers.
"Thanks to all of you for your support, Zhuo Mufeng is deeply honored."
While everyone was waiting anxiously, a young man with an extremely handsome face, wearing cloth clothes and a long sword at his waist, stepped forward to the platform, cupped his fists and said with a smile.
"Gang Leader Zhuo, stop talking nonsense and let's get started."
Someone shouted.
Because of the matter of collecting money, many people were eager to see Zhuo Mufeng defeated. It would be best to be defeated in the first battle.
Zhuo Mufeng was too lazy to talk nonsense with this group of people, and felt the threatening looks in the tea shed, so he said generously: "Okay, let's get straight to the point. Which brother will go first and give me some advice?"
"I come."
In the tea shed, several figures rushed out at the same time. They were all impatient. One of them moved the fastest and took the lead in approaching Zhuo Mufeng three feet away and shot him in the head.
It was Ding Baiyu from Xuancheng Martial Arts School who Zhuo Mufeng regarded as one of the people who needed to be vigilant.