Zhao Feichen whispered, "That item being refined in the furnace is of the highest quality. Even for you, the success rate is less than thirty percent. I must have it. Even if he's an official executive, I'll pretend I don't know."

"As long as you've thought it through!" Lian Sanyue smiled, lazily got up, stood among the crowd, and said loudly, "I will draft a contract as a witness and guarantor. Anyone who violates the contract will be dealt with by me personally."

After both parties nodded, she grabbed an old, yellowed sheepskin scroll from her inventory and shook it open. "Contract 1: No skills or items above level 6, including level 6, may be used."

"Contract 2: No surrendering. The rules of the arena require a fight to the death."

"Contract 3: No seeking help from irrelevant personnel outside the arena."

With each sentence she spoke, a rule appeared on the sheepskin scroll, the writing twisted like tadpoles, making it impossible to tell which country it came from.

After briefly explaining the three contract terms, she looked at Zhang Yuanqing and the middle-aged swordsman. "Come over and sign with a handprint."

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

Zhang Yuanqing returned to Lian Sanyue and whispered, "Since you're his aunt, you should tell him who I am!"

He didn't press his handprint, trying to make a final effort.

He couldn't reveal his identity himself; this place was full of mixed characters and evil professionals.

If the news of his appearance here were to reach the Saints or even the Overlords in the evil organizations, it would add a lot of trouble and crisis.

Hua Du was not Songhai, not his own territory, so caution was paramount.

"Why should I tell him!" Lian Sanyue said, exhaling white smoke.

Zhang Yuanqing scrutinized the woman for a few moments, and suddenly had a clearer impression of Li Chunfeng's description.

Lian Sanyue chuckled. "Did I say all that for nothing? Believe it or not, even if you tell him your identity, Zhao Feichen will still snatch it from you. "

A domineering, spoiled brat who skillfully used the rules and thought he was right? Zhang Yuanqing stopped talking and pressed his handprint on the sheepskin scroll.

The tadpole-like words on the worn, ancient sheepskin paper lit up one by one, emitting sizzling white smoke. Some kind of power in the dark witnessed the contract and the severe punishments for violators.

Lian Sanyue put away the sheepskin scroll and looked at her nephew not far away. "Give me the flint."

Zhao Feichen stretched out his hand and wiped across the stall, placing ten dark red stones in a row.

Lian Sanyue wiped again, and the flints were collected by her.

"Let's go to the arena." She looked around at the onlookers and said with a smile, "Those who want to watch the battle, remember to buy tickets, two hundred thousand each. Line up neatly."

After speaking, she left the shed with a cigarette in her mouth and a swaying figure, heading towards the area behind the black market.

The three strong men responsible for maintaining order shouted loudly, "Please buy tickets here."

In an instant, a riot broke out. The customers who were shopping at the black market rushed to the three strong men, while the stall owners collected the valuable items on their stalls and flocked to buy tickets.

A life-and-death battle between Saint Realm cultivators was a rare event.

Not to mention two hundred thousand a ticket, they would be willing to watch even if the ticket price doubled.

Usually, the life-and-death battles in the arena were between Transcendents. Saints almost never entered the arena.

Two hundred thousand a ticket, and there were at least a hundred people here, which was close to twenty million? As a participant, shouldn't he get a share? Zhang Yuanqing silently lamented in his heart, "Running a black market is really profitable."

No wonder this Lian Sanyue had the capital to manufacture so many props.

Lian Sanyue walked very slowly, with an exaggerated swaying of her waist. By the time she arrived at the arena, more than a dozen Lingjing Xingzhe had already bought tickets.

As Zhang Yuanqing followed her excitedly to the bottom of the arena, the experienced spectators kept more than ten meters away from the arena, watching from a distance.

As more and more people gathered, the noise became chaotic and noisy.

"Boss, do you want to set up a betting pool? Let everyone play a game."

"What's there to bet on? Zhao Feichen is sure to win. His bodyguard is a level 5 swordsman. In terms of close combat, swordsmen can rank in the top three. In addition, the Zhao family doesn't lack items, and they've made up for the swordsman's weaknesses. Tsk, tsk, as steady as Mount Tai."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you hear just now? That young man is also not lacking in items, otherwise, would he have thrown so many items into that broken furnace?"

"That kid's aura is obviously weaker than the swordsman's. Besides, if he was a tough nut to crack, do you think the boss wouldn't remind her nephew?"

"If you bring that up, then I have to talk to you about it. I heard that Lian Sanyue's relationship with the head of the Zhao family is extremely bad. Don't ask for the reason. You won't know even if you ask, but trust me, I'm a local."

Amidst the noise, Zhao Feichen, with two female companions in his arms, had a sneer on his face.

This aunt of his indeed had a bad relationship with the Zhao family, and was at odds with his grandfather.

In his father's words, his aunt was born with a rebellious bone, eccentric and unruly. Since childhood, she had refused to accept the family's orders and arrangements, acting willfully and unrestrained, without any constraints.

Grandfather was a patriarch with a strong desire for control. How could he tolerate such a daughter? Therefore, the relationship was extremely strained.

Zhao Feichen was not close to this aunt. After all, she left the Zhao family when she was young and was rarely seen. Where would the feelings come from?

However, the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion was a good place. He often came here to gather information, find bargains, and exchange items.

As his thoughts flew, he saw the young man jump onto the wide arena. He immediately turned his head and said to the middle-aged swordsman beside him, "That kid probably has several Saint-quality items on him. Before going on stage, I'll ask again, what items are you still lacking? As long as I have them here, just take them."

The middle-aged man stroked the long sword in his arms and shook his head slightly. "The few items I have are enough. You can't give me top-quality items. Besides, a true swordsman is obsessed with the sword, and that's enough."

Zhao Feichen nodded slightly. "Go ahead."

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

The girl with the internet-celebrity face nodded, pushed through the crowd, and trotted away.

Zhao Feichen watched her walk away, retracted his gaze, and coldly curled the corners of his mouth. "Grandfather said that everything should be prepared with two hands. Although he has great confidence in his bodyguard, he must also consider the consequences and losses of failure. Even if this kid doesn't die in the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion today, he shouldn't even think about leaving Hua Du."

The content he had just said to the female companion was only a brief sentence: "Go and invite my dad!"

Anyway, he would push the matter to the elders and let them decide.

In the arena, Zhang Yuanqing and the middle-aged swordsman faced each other from a distance of more than ten meters, neither moving. However, their eyes had already locked onto each other, looking for opportunities to strike.

While Zhang Yuanqing confronted the enemy, he pondered his strategy.

"His aura is stronger than mine. He should be level 5. It's very dangerous to get close to him. Swordsmen are high-output, high-agility types. Their weakness is weak physical defense and no recovery ability. He's a member of the Zhao family and doesn't lack items. His weaknesses must have been compensated for."

"What I have to deal with is an enemy with high output, high agility, and both defense and recovery. If I remember correctly, the swordsman's passive skills, Iron Will and Evil Break, happen to be able to target the Wraith Spirit's possession. Not easy to deal with."

"Alas, the Night Watcher is very strong in the Transcendent Realm, but becomes weak at the Star Official level. For level 4, the Star Phase Art and Star Evasion Art are useful but cannot be used to attack."

"That is to use the permutation and combination of props to formulate a set of enemy plans, and then open the Star Eyes to examine the other party's face. If the other party's Evil Palace is covered in blood, it means the plan is feasible."

"Conversely, modify the plan."

"Theoretically, this idea is feasible. Perhaps this is the correct usage of Star Phase Art. As a peak combat power profession, there is no reason for the Night Watcher to be so weak in the Saint Realm." Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing opened his Star Eyes and examined the middle-aged swordsman's face.

"He must have defensive props and recovery props. I will first use the Werewolf form to break armor, and then cooperate with fire poison and curse props to restrain recovery." He quickly formulated a plan and practiced the steps in his mind.

However, the middle-aged swordsman's face did not change, covered in dark clouds but without any bloodshed.

"It seems that fantasy won't work, but the idea should be right. Try it while fighting." He no longer hesitated and used Night Wander, hiding his figure.

"Night Watcher?"

Voices of surprise came from around the arena.

"This kid is from the Taiyi School? Zhao Feichen was not angry but happy. Compared to the huge size and influence of the Five Elements Alliance, the Taiyi School was far inferior. Its sect leader valued himself highly, mostly because the Night Watcher was irreplaceable in many cases."

"But that's for the Five Elements Alliance. As far as the Zhao family is concerned, to use a more popular saying: What use do I have for this Night Watcher?"

"Not afraid at all."

The middle-aged swordsman pulled out his long sword with a "clang." The sword was scarlet, not made of steel, and exuded a baleful aura that could break spirits and shock the mind.

After drawing his sword, he quickly retreated, and the long sword swept horizontally in front of him. An arc-shaped scarlet sword qi roared out, passing over the entire arena.

A level 5 swordsman could cut out sword qi, even when facing ranged output enemies. This was the biggest difference between level 4 and level 5.

There was a "ding," and a figure fell out of the void, holding a short blade in a blocking posture.

It was Zhang Yuanqing.

The short blade in his hand was a Transcendent item collected in the past few days and was directly chipped by the sword qi.

The middle-aged swordsman's eyes sharpened, and he was about to meet the enemy when he suddenly heard the sound of air breaking behind him.

"There's another enemy? Corpse puppet!" He instantly understood and drifted to the side.

But at this moment, the middle-aged swordsman saw the Night Watcher kid raise his hand and wipe his face. A golden paint appeared between his eyebrows and quickly spread across his face, forming a solemn and upright mask.

His spirit was shaken, and he felt fear and panic, but these negative emotions disappeared in the next moment. He resisted the shock of the golden mask and forgot to resist!

The swordsman's Iron Will resisted the shock of the golden mask.

At this time, the sound of air breaking was approaching the top of his head, and he had no time to dodge. He grabbed a clay sculpture made of yellow soil.

"Peng!"

Blood Rose's pounce was like hitting a thick sandbag, and ripple-like yellow light appeared.

She was shaken back by the reaction force, but the middle-aged swordsman remained motionless.

The middle-aged swordsman then put away the clay sculpture, and the sword light flashed, sweeping towards Blood Rose's neck. But the latter had already rolled to the side in advance, avoiding the decapitating blow.

This was not Blood Rose's foresight, but Zhang Yuanqing had issued a dodge command in advance.

"Sure enough, it's a defensive prop of the Earth Monster profession |heavy'." I'm too familiar with it. After testing an item, Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts flashed, and Blood Rose had already been forced into a dangerous situation by the middle-aged swordsman.

"Immovable as a mountain, aggressive as fire."

The swordsman almost did not give the enemy a chance to breathe.

"Puff puff puff"

The scarlet long sword kept slashing on Blood Rose's body, revealing the wounds on her bones. Although the Enchantress was good at close combat, Blood Rose's strength was too different when facing a level 5 swordsman.

In just three or four seconds, she was almost beheaded several times.

This was still a corpse puppet. If it was a flesh-and-blood body, she would have been seriously injured long ago.

It could be seen that once a level 4 Lingjing Xingzhe was approached by a level 5 swordsman, life and death could be determined within dozens of seconds.

Cheers erupted from the audience.

Zhao Feichen smiled, full of pride.

The woman beside him said softly, "So powerful," "Young Master is sure to win," and other words that made Zhao Feichen's smile even deeper.

Zhang Yuanqing spat out a mouthful of Taiyin power. The majestic Yin energy quickly spread. In the surging Yin energy, a figure in a red wedding dress loomed, drifting towards the middle-aged swordsman.

The latter retracted his sword and retreated, shouting loudly.

The ghost bride, who had already drifted behind him, stiffened, and then her body was stabbed by the scarlet long sword.

"Ah"

The ghost bride screamed, and her body emitted black smoke.

When facing the swordsman who was best at killing and had the Evil Break passive, the level 4 Wraith Spirit was naturally not enough to watch. Zhang Yuanqing had expected it. His summoning of the ghost bride was just to buy time.

A soft, triangular red hat was thrown at Blood Rose.

Blood Rose reached out and put it on her head. The next second, her body suddenly rose, tearing her clothes apart. Sharp, golden hair like steel needles grew on her snow-white skin.

Triangular ears grew on the top of her head, her lower half of her face lengthened, her dark pupils turned into golden beast pupils, and her palms and feet tended to caninize and grew sharp, sharp claws.

In an instant, Blood Rose turned into a four-meter-tall golden-haired werewolf, with hot lava flowing from the mouth of interlocking fangs.

Fire Demon Wolf!

"What is this?"

"A Gu beast?"

"I haven't heard of a wolf in the Gu beast."

Exclamations erupted from the audience. Most of the spectators were Transcendent, but there were also a small number of Saints with good eyes. There were even evil professionals, but no matter who it was, they had never seen a werewolf.

Zhao Feichen narrowed his eyes, gently pushed away the female companion beside him, and stared at the werewolf in the arena without saying a word.

Even at a distance of more than ten meters, the aura emanating from the monster still made him feel trembling and fear.

"Transformation? No, it doesn't look like it. An unprecedented beast body. What kind of prop is this?" Lian Sanyue examined the werewolf and showed a strong interest.

As a refiner, she was deeply interested in all special props.

While Blood Rose transformed into a werewolf, Zhang Yuanqing stood on the edge of the arena and observed the middle-aged swordsman's face with his Star Eyes open.

The dark clouds covered the top of his head, implying a bloody disaster, indicating that the werewolf could pose a threat to him, but it seemed that he could not be killed. Zhang Yuanqing had a clear idea in his heart and immediately issued an attack order.

The Fire Demon Wolf could not wait any longer. The strong and slender hind limbs sank slightly. With a "crack," the arena floor tiles cracked, and the tall figure had turned into an afterimage, fiercely pouncing towards the middle-aged swordsman.

The middle-aged swordsman was unhurried. Under the Eye of Insight, he had already understood the trajectory of the demon wolf. He slid to the left, avoiding the pounce perfectly, and thrust forward with his sword horizontally against his waist.

The scarlet blade劃passed across the Fire Demon Wolf's thigh,劃opening a deep sword mark, but it did not see the bone. The werewolf's defense was amazing. Even the swordsman who was good at breaking armor could only划open flesh and blood.

The two passed by each other. The middle-aged swordsman glanced at the enemy standing on the edge of the arena and confirmed that it was not a幻術Afterwards, he quickly turned around and slashed out a scarlet sword qi.

The sword qi划passed a distance of several meters and斬hit the demon wolf who happened to be turning around. It was another deep sword mark.

The Fire Demon Wolf roared angrily, his abdomen鼓bulging, and suddenly opened his mouth and吐spit out a tongue of fire mixed with熔漿, instantly swallowing the middle-aged swordsman.

However, the next second, the middle-aged swordsman appeared on the other side.

"How could such a slow attack hit a swordsman?"

In the following time, the middle-aged swordsman flexibly dodged and moved. Although he was passive everywhere and mostly dodging, no longer as強strong as before.

However, the Fire Demon Wolf's attacks always missed. The werewolf's proud agility had no advantage in front of a swordsman who was good at close combat and had the Eye of Insight.

Instead, the middle-aged swordsman always刺stabbed out a sword and斩slashed out a sword between dodges, constantly increasing the wounds on the魔狼's body.

Accumulate little by little and攻略this monster.

Zhao Feichen under the stage breathed a sigh of relief and put the female companion back in his arms,撫撫 touching the hot and sexy figure of the妙龄woman while賞enjoying the battle on stage.

Zhang Yuanqing watched for a long time, taking in all the advantages and disadvantages of both sides.

"It is not difficult to break through his defensive props with the狼人's attack power, but he must be stopped to use the defensive props. The 狼人's speed and agility are useless. To force him to use defensive props, I have to take action."

"I will first換change傷injuries with injuries to make him bleed, and then let the魔狼cooperate to attack and force him to use defensive props." Afterwards, Zhang Yuanqing quickly formulated a killing plan combining his own props and skills.

When he cleared his thoughts, he saw that the middle-aged swordsman's eyes were covered in blood while maintaining the state of the Star Eyes.

"It really works!" He was overjoyed in his heart, both having a way to break the enemy and verifying his application of the Star Phase Art.

Immediately, he used幻術to leave a false body in place and secretly used Night Wander to hide his figure.

The middle-aged swordsman, who had always been distracted to pay attention to him, immediately became警alert. Iron Will cooperated with the Eye of Insight to specifically克制幻術.

The middle-aged swordsman immediately slashed a弧arc-shaped sword qi towards his back, forcing the Star Official to appear in a sweeping way.

However, the sword qi衝衝 rushed out of the arena,扫扫 sweeping over the heads of the people below and衝衝 rushing out dozens of meters before it weakened and disappeared.

"Did not斬hit anything."

Almost in the next second, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a pair of black running shoes without a logo and wearing a yellow mask, emerged from behind him and刺刺 stabbed the middle-aged swordsman's back with the short blade he was holding in his hand.

"How did he dodge the sword qi? What a快fast speed!" The middle-aged swordsman's pupils contracted violently.

The Eye of Insight could料敵先機 but could not 料敵先機 the enemy in隱身.

In addition, the speed burst out by this Star Official after getting close was even comparable to the Enchantress of the same level.

The middle-aged swordsman wanted to格格 block, dodge, and 反反 attack, but it was too late. He could only avoid the vital parts of his heart at that moment.

"Puff!"

The short blade successfully刺stabbed into the middle-aged swordsman's body.

The劇剧 pain made the middle-aged swordsman's whole body sweat, and with the 加加 blessing of Iron Will, he quickly鎮鎮 suppressed the pain and remained calm, intending to seize this rare opportunity to counterattack the Star Official.

Let him know how foolish it is to 袭击a swordsman at close range. "

But at this time, he saw the demon wolf open his mouth, and the flames gushed from the depths of his throat.

In desperation, he could only grab a mud sculpture from the inventory to protect his body.

And Zhang Yuanqing's body 化化 transformed into a dreamlike 星星 Star Official遁遁 and escaped,避避 avoiding the tongue of fire. It didn't matter if he didn't躲躲 dodge. With the protection of the Unyielding Heart Mirror, the demon wolf's flames could not傷傷 hurt him at all.

But he had to keep the blood stains on the blade.

The flames mixed with熔漿 swallowed the middle-aged swordsman, and the灼灼 hot high temperature licked the hood, burning the 土土 earth-attribute energy罩罩 into a red and transparent state. However, the five elements of fire 生生 generated soil, and the soil element energy had extremely high flame 抗抗 resistance.

The wolf人's breath could only 維維 maintain for three seconds. The middle-aged swordsman, who had見识过 this trick, was not慌乱 and silently waited for an opportunity.

Three seconds passed quickly. Just as he wanted to put away the mud sculpture and 反反 attack, he suddenly saw that the Star Official grabbed an丑陋 wooden偶 from the inventory,沾沾 dyed his fingertip with the blood stains on the刀刃, and塗塗 smeared it on the木偶

喝喝 shouted:

"Die!"

Curse kill!

The middle-aged swordsman's eyes went black, and his 七七 orifices溢溢 spilled blood. His 灵魂 seemed to be撕裂into碎片.

He was severely injured all of a sudden. Fortunately, the curse level was not high enough to kill him as a level 5 swordsman.

But this also made him not dare to put away the mud sculpture,駐駐 standing in place and struggling to lift his heavy手臂 from the inventory and slowly披披 put on a 青青 rattan-woven coat.

碧碧 green的光光 halo covered him,快快 quickly treating the傷勢.

Grasping this opportunity, the flame魔狼 激激 scratched his claws on the red and transparent light罩罩 one by one. The uncooled 土土 earth-屬屬性 energy light罩罩 presented a 熔漿 state under high-frequency 抓撓, like燒燒 red, melted glass.

Finally, in a burst of令人tooth-酸的咯咯聲, the 光光罩罩 shattered, and the mud sculpture in the middle-aged swordsman's hand龟裂.

"Puff!"

The werewolf's利利 claws scratched fiercely on the middle-aged swordsman's chest and abdomen, scratching the skin and flesh.

"Ah"

The middle-aged swordsman issued a heart-rending scream, and his whole body's skin instantly turned red, and his muscles spasmed.

Fire毒into the body!

His body, which had not fully recovered, was even worse.

Having the Iron Will passive, he still had not been eroded by pain. He quickly took out a black iron mask shaped like an恶鬼 and罩罩 covered it on his face and用力一吹.

In an instant, thick霧彌漫了 the entire arena,遮蔽了 the视野.

|Fog Lord?

"I can't see now, but I can guess that he wants to use the thick霧 to delay time and treat his傷勢."

"It seems that the outcome of this battle is still unknown. I thought the Star Official was sure to win just now."

"Yeah, that kid围观 the whole first half and almost ended the battle as soon as he出手. He's a character. Is there such a talent in the Taiyi School?"

In the crowd of議論議論 people, Zhao Feichen released a breath of 如釋重負, and the tense心神 was松懈.

As everyone knows, among the local professions, only the Rain Master of the Ruler level can 克制Fog Lords.

No other profession can do anything about the thick霧.

As soon as he thought about this, he heard a "呜" scream, and then a 猛猛烈风刮风 on the arena.

The thick霧, as light as紗纱 and as thick as漿浆, was blown away by this狂风.

The figures of the two people and one wolf on the台台上 reappeared.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing the疾疾 Wind手套, immediately waved two风刃 at the middle-aged man who was red-skinned, 七七 orificial bleeding, and whose breath was衰弱to the extreme.

At the same time, he ordered 魔魔 to prepare the flames of the wolf.

"Dang! Dang!"

The middle-aged swordsman,困兽犹斗,碎碎 split the风刃.

At this time, the flame魔狼 opened his mouth, and the flames mixed with 熔漿 swallowed the middle-aged man.

Three seconds later, the fire tongue was extinguished, leaving only a charred corpse in place…