Zhao Feichen whispered,

"That's an extreme-grade item being forged in that furnace. Even for you, the success rate is less than thirty percent, right? 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, got up lazily, stood in the crowd, and said loudly,

"I will draft a contract in the name of a witness and guarantor. I will personally deal with anyone who violates the contract."

When both sides nodded, she grabbed an ancient, yellowed parchment scroll from her inventory and unfurled it with a rustle, saying,

"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 assistance from irrelevant parties outside the arena."

With each sentence she spoke, a rule appeared on the parchment, the writing distorted like tadpoles, making it impossible to tell which country it was from.

After briefly explaining the three contract terms, she looked at Zhang Yuanqing and the middle-aged swordsman, "Come over and sign it with your thumbprint, that's all."

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

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

He didn't press his thumbprint, attempting a final effort.

He couldn't reveal his identity himself. This place was a melting pot of different people and evil professions.

If the news of his appearance here were passed to the Saints or even the Rulers of the evil organizations, it would add a lot of trouble and danger.

Hua Du wasn't Songhai, not his home turf. Caution was paramount.

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

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

Lian Sanyue scoffed, "Everything I said outside was for nothing? Believe it or not, even if you tell him your identity, Zhao Feichen will still snatch you. "

A spoiled brat who was arrogant and domineering, cleverly using the rules and feeling justified? Zhang Yuanqing said nothing more and pressed his thumbprint on the parchment.

The tadpole-like characters on the worn, ancient parchment lit up one by one, emitting a sizzling white smoke. Some power in the darkness witnessed the contract and the severe punishment for violators.

Lian Sanyue put away the parchment and looked at her nephew not far away, saying,

"Give me the firestone."

Zhao Feichen reached out and with a sweep of his hand across the stall, ten dark red stones formed a line.

Lian Sanyue swept her hand again, and the firestones were gone.

"Let's go to the arena." She glanced around at the spectators and said with a smile,

"If you want to watch, remember to buy a ticket for 200,000 each. Line up neatly."

After speaking, she left the shed with a swaying gait, a cigar clamped between her fingers, and headed towards the area behind the black market.

The three burly men responsible for maintaining order shouted loudly:

"Please buy your tickets here."

In an instant, a scramble ensued. The customers browsing the black market rushed towards the three burly men, while the stall owners packed up their valuables and flocked to buy tickets.

A life-and-death battle in the Saint realm was a rare event.

Not to mention 200,000 per ticket, they would be willing to pay double the price to see it.

Usually, the life-and-death battles in the arena were among Extraordinary, Saints almost never appeared.

200,000 per ticket, and there were at least a hundred people here, which meant close to 20 million? As a participant, shouldn't he get a cut? Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, quietly marveling at how profitable it was to run a black market.

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

Lian Sanyue swayed her hips with an exaggerated range of motion, but walked very slowly. By the time she arrived at the arena, more than a dozen The Way of the Extraordinary had already bought tickets and arrived.

As Zhang Yuanqing followed her, the experienced spectators rushed to the lower arena, keeping a distance of more than ten meters from the arena.

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

"Boss Lady, want to set up a betting pool? Let everyone have some fun."

"What's there to bet on? Zhao Feichen is sure to win. His bodyguard is a level 5 Swordsman. When it comes to close combat, Swordsmen can rank in the top three. Besides, the Zhao family doesn't lack items. If they make up for the Swordsman's weaknesses, they'll be as stable as Mount Tai."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you hear just now? That young man also has plenty of items. Otherwise, would he be throwing so many items into that broken furnace?"

"The kid's aura is obviously weaker than the Swordsman's. Besides, if he were a tough nut to crack, do you think the Boss Lady 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 Zhao family head is extremely bad. Don't ask why, you won't know even if you ask. But trust me, I'm a local."

In the midst of the chaotic noise, Zhao Feichen had two female companions in his arms, a cold smile on his lips.

His aunt's relationship with the Zhao family was indeed not good, and she was at odds with his grandfather.

In his father's words, his aunt was born with a rebellious streak, eccentric and untamed. From a young age, she didn't accept the family's orders and arrangements, acting willfully and unrestrained.

And his grandfather was a very controlling patriarch, how could he tolerate such a daughter? Therefore, their relationship was extremely strained.

Zhao Feichen wasn't close to this aunt. After all, she left the Zhao family when she was young and couldn't be seen once a year. Where would the affection come from?

But the Myriad Treasures House was a good place. He often came here to gather intelligence, find bargains, and exchange items.

As his thoughts flew, he saw the young man jump onto the spacious arena. He immediately turned his head to the middle-aged swordsman beside him and said,

"That kid probably has several Saint-quality items on him. Before going on stage, I'll ask one more time, what items are you lacking? As long as I have them here, feel free to take them."

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

"The items I have on me are enough. You can't give me extreme-grade items either. Besides, a true Swordsman is obsessed with his sword, and that's enough."

Zhao Feichen nodded slightly: "Go."

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

The internet celebrity-faced girl nodded, pushed through the crowd, and jogged away.

Zhao Feichen watched her walk away, retracted his gaze, and coldly hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Grandpa said that you have to prepare for the worst in everything. 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 Myriad Treasures House today, he won't be able to leave Hua Du.

What he said to his female companion just now was a brief sentence: Go ask 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 ten meters apart, neither moving, but their eyes were already locked on each other, looking for opportunities to strike.

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

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

I have to deal with an enemy with high output, high agility, and defense and recovery. If I remember correctly, the Swordsman's passive skills, Iron Will and Evil Breaking, can target Wraith Spirits Possession. This is not going to be easy."

"Alas, the Night Wanderer is very strong in the Extraordinary stage, but at the Star Official level, he becomes weak. For a level 4, the Star Phase Art and Star Escape Art are useful, but they can't be used to attack."

"That is, use the combination of items to formulate an enemy plan, and then open the Star Eyes to examine the other person's face. If the other person's Doom Palace is covered with blood, it means the plan is feasible."

"Conversely, modify the plan."

"Theoretically, this line of thinking is feasible. Perhaps this is the correct way to use Star Phase Art. As the peak combat power profession, the Night Wanderer has no reason 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 items and recovery items. I'll break his armor with the Werewolf Transformation first, and then cooperate with Fire Poison and Curse items to restrain his recovery." He quickly formulated a plan and rehearsed the steps in his mind.

But the middle-aged swordsman's face did not change. It was covered by dark clouds, but there was no bloody disaster.

"It seems that wishful thinking won't work, but the idea should be right. I'll try while fighting." He no longer hesitated and used Night Wander, hiding his figure.

"Night Wanderer?"

A surprised voice came from around the arena.

"This kid is from the Taiyi Sect? Zhao Feichen was not angry but happy. Compared to the Five Elements Alliance's huge size and power, the Taiyi Sect was far inferior. Their sect master thought highly of himself, mostly because Night Wanderers were irreplaceable in many situations."

"But that's for the Five Elements Alliance. As for the Zhao family, to use a popular saying: What's the use of this Night Wanderer to me?"

"Not afraid at all."

The middle-aged swordsman drew his long sword with a "clang." The sword was scarlet, not made of steel, exuding a baleful aura and ferocity that could break spirits and deter the mind.

He drew his sword and quickly retreated, sweeping the long sword forward, a circular scarlet sword qi whizzing out, passing through the entire arena.

A level 5 Swordsman could cut out sword qi, even when facing long-range output enemies, they could handle it. This was the biggest difference between level 4 and level 5.

There was only a "ding" sound, and a figure fell out of the void, holding a dagger in a blocking posture.

It was Zhang Yuanqing.

The dagger in his hand was an Extraordinary item collected in the past few days, and a gap was directly blown out by the sword qi.

The middle-aged swordsman's eyes narrowed, and he was about to raise his sword to meet the enemy when he suddenly heard a sound of breaking through the air behind him.

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

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

His spirit was in turmoil, filled with fear and panic, but these negative emotions disappeared in the next moment. He resisted the deterrence of the golden mask and forgot to resist!

The Swordsman's Iron Will resisted the deterrence of the golden mask for him.

At this time, the sound of breaking through the air was already approaching the top of his head. He didn't have time to dodge and grabbed a clay sculpture made of loess.

"Bang!"

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

She was knocked back by the reaction force, while the middle-aged swordsman remained motionless.

The middle-aged swordsman immediately put away the clay sculpture, and the sword light flashed, sweeping towards Blood Rose's neck, but the latter had already rolled away in advance, avoiding the head-chopping blow.

This was not Blood Rose's precognition, but Zhang Yuanqing had issued an avoidance command in advance.

"Sure enough, it is the earth monster profession's defensive item | heavy" cost, I am 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.

"Unmoving as a mountain, invading like fire."

The Swordsman almost did not give the enemy a chance to breathe when fighting.

"Puff puff puff"

The scarlet long sword constantly cut out exposed wounds on Blood Rose's body. Although the Bewitching Succubus was good at close combat, the strength difference between Blood Rose and the level 5 Swordsman was too great.

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

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

It could be seen that once a level 4 The Way of the Extraordinary was approached by a level 5 Swordsman, the life and death could be determined within dozens of seconds.

Cheers rang out from the audience.

Zhao Feichen smiled with satisfaction

The woman beside him spoke softly, "So amazing," "Young master is sure to win," which made Zhao Feichen's smile even deeper.

Zhang Yuanqing exhaled a mouthful of Taiyin power. The majestic Yin energy quickly spread. In the surging Yin energy, a figure wearing a red wedding dress loomed and floated towards the middle-aged swordsman.

The latter retracted his sword and retreated, uttering a deep shout.

The ghost bride, who had already floated behind him, froze, and then her body was pierced by the scarlet long sword.

"Ah"

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

Facing the Swordsman who was best at killing and had the Evil Breaking passive, the level 4 Wraith Spirit was naturally not enough to see. Zhang Yuanqing had already expected it. His summoning of the ghost bride was to delay time.

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

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

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

In an instant, Blood Rose transformed into a four-meter-tall golden werewolf. Hot magma flowed from her fangs-crossed mouth.

Flame Demon Wolf!

"What is this?"

"A Gu beast?"

"I haven't heard of a Gu beast that is a wolf"

Exclamations rang out from the audience. There were mostly Extraordinary among the spectators, but there were also a small number of Saints with broad horizons. There were even evil professions, 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 across 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 unseen beast body. What kind of item is this?" Lian Sanyue scrutinized the werewolf and showed a strong interest.

As a Refiner, she was deeply interested in all special items.

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 Star Eyes.

In the face, dark clouds covered the top, implying a bloody disaster, indicating that the werewolf could pose a threat to him, but it didn't seem to be able to kill him. Zhang Yuanqing had a clear understanding and immediately issued an attack order.

The Flame Demon Wolf had been impatiently waiting. The strong and slender hind limbs sank slightly. Only a "crack" was heard, the arena floor cracked, and the tall figure had transformed into a afterimage, pouncing fiercely towards the middle-aged swordsman.

The middle-aged swordsman was neither hurried nor slow. With the Insight skill, he already knew the trajectory of the demon wolf. He slid to the left, avoiding the pounce, and thrust forward with his sword across his waist.

The scarlet blade劃过 the Flame Demon Wolf's thigh, cutting open a deep sword mark, but not seeing the bone. The werewolf's defense was amazing. Even a Swordsman who was good at breaking armor could only cut open flesh and blood.

The two sides 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 illusion, then quickly turned around and slashed out a scarlet sword qi.

The sword qi swept across several meters and struck the demon wolf that had just turned around, leaving another deep sword mark.

The Flame Demon Wolf roared angrily. Her belly bulged, and she suddenly opened her mouth and spewed out a tongue of fire mixed with magma, instantly engulfing the middle-aged swordsman.

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

"How can such a slow attack hit a Swordsman."

Over the next period of time, the middle-aged swordsman nimbly flashed and moved. Although he was passive everywhere and mostly dodging, he was no longer as strong as before.

However, the Flame Demon Wolf's attacks often missed. The werewolf's agility, which he prided himself on, had no advantage in front of a Swordsman who was good at close combat and had the Insight skill.

Instead, the middle-aged swordsman always刺出一剑斩出一剑 between dodges, constantly increasing the wounds on the demon wolf's body.

Accumulating little by little, slowly攻略 this monster.

Zhao Feichen, who was under the stage, breathed a sigh of relief, and re-embraced his female companion, enjoying the battle on the stage while stroking the young lady's sexy and fiery figure.

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

"It is not difficult to break through his defensive items with the werewolf's attack power, but he must be stopped and use defensive items. The werewolf is fast and agile, but it does not work. I have to make a move if I want to force him to use defensive items."

"I will first trade injuries for injuries to make him bleed, and then let the demon wolf cooperate with the attack to force him to use defensive items." Afterwards, Zhang Yuanqing quickly formulated a plan to kill the enemy by combining his own items and skills.

When he cleared his mind, he saw a bloody light笼罩 between the eyes of the middle-aged swordsman while keeping the Star Eyes open.

"Sure enough, it works!" He was overjoyed, both having a way to break the enemy and verifying his application of Star Phase Art.

Immediately, he cast a illusion to leave a fake body in place, secretly casting Night Wander to hide his figure.

The middle-aged swordsman, who had been focusing on him, immediately became alert. Iron Will cooperated with the Insight skill to specialize in illusion.

The middle-aged swordsman immediately slashed out a arc-shaped sword qi, forcing the Star Official to appear by sweeping the audience.

However, the sword qi rushed out of the arena and swept over the heads of the people below before weakening and disappearing dozens of meters away.

He didn't cut anything.

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

"How did he dodge the sword qi? How fast!" The middle-aged swordsman's pupils shrank sharply.

The Insight skill could predict the enemy's chance, but could not predict the enemy in stealth.

In addition, the speed burst out by this Star Official after approaching was even comparable to the same level's Bewitching Succubus.

The middle-aged swordsman wanted to block, dodge, and counterattack, but it was too late. He could only tilt his body at that moment to avoid the vital points of his back.

"Puff!"

The short blade successfully刺入 the middle-aged swordsman's body.

The severe pain made the middle-aged swordsman's hair stand on end. With the blessing of Iron Will, he quickly suppressed the pain and remained calm, planning to seize this rare close-quarters opportunity to反打 the Star Official.

Let him know how stupid it was to attack the Swordsman at close range.

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

Helplessly, he could only grab the clay sculpture from the item bar to protect his body.

And Zhang Yuanqing's body turned into a dreamlike Star Official and escaped, avoiding the tongue of fire. It didn't matter if he dodged or not, he had the Unyielding Protector to protect his heart, and the demon wolf's flame was hard to hurt him at all.

But he had to keep the blood on the blade.

The flames mixed with magma devoured the middle-aged swordsman. The hot temperature舔舐 the light shield, burning the earth attribute energy shield to a red-hot and transparent level. However, the five elements of fire generate earth, and the earth attribute energy has extremely high flame resistance.

The werewolf's breath could only last for three seconds. The middle-aged swordsman, who had seen this trick, was not flustered and waited silently for the opportunity.

Three seconds passed quickly. Just as he wanted to put away the clay sculpture and counterattack, he suddenly saw the Star Official grab an ugly wooden doll from the item bar, dip the blood from the blade on his fingertip and smear it on the doll

喝道:

"Die!

Curse Kill Art!"

The middle-aged swordsman's eyes went dark, blood溢出 from his seven orifices, and his soul seemed to be torn into pieces.

He was seriously injured all of a sudden. Fortunately, the curse level was not high enough to let him, a level 5 Swordsman, die in vain.

But this also made him dare not put away the clay sculpture. He stood in place, трудно lift the heavy arm, grabbed a green vine-woven coat from the item bar, and slowly put it on.

碧绿色的光晕 covered him, quickly healing his injuries.

Seizing this opportunity, the Flame Demon Wolf's claws激张, scratching the red-hot and transparent光罩 one after another. The earth attribute energy光罩, which had not yet cooled down, presented a molten state under the high-frequency scratching, like burning and melting glass.

Finally, in a ear-piercing咯吱 sound, the光罩 shattered, and the clay sculpture in the middle-aged swordsman's hand cracked.

"Puff!"

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

"Ah"

The middle-aged swordsman let out a heart-rending scream, his skin instantly red, his muscles痉挛.

Fire poison into the body!

The already not completely healed body became worse.

Having the Iron Will passive, he was still not侵蚀 by the pain, and his reason quickly grabbed a black iron mask shaped like a evil ghost from the item bar,罩 in his face, and blew hard.

In an instant, thick fog弥漫ed the entire arena,遮蔽 the field of vision.

"Mist Master?"

"I can't see it now.啧, but I can also guess that he wants to use the thick fog to delay time to heal his injuries."

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

"Yes, the kid全程围观 in the first half, but almost ended the battle as soon as he shot. He is a figure. Does Taiyi Sect have this kind of talent?"

In the議論纷纷 crowd, Zhao Feichen吐出一口气 of relief, and his tense mind was able to relax.

As everyone knows, among the local major professions, the only one that can克制 Mist Master is the Ruler-level Rain Master.

Other professions are helpless in the face of thick fog.

As soon as he thought about it, he heard a "呜" screeching sound, followed by a violent gust of wind on the arena.

The light as yarn and thick as slurry thick fog was吹散 by this gust of wind.

The figure of two people and one wolf on the stage once again浮现.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing the疾风者 gloves, immediately揮出 two风刃 towards the middle-aged man with red skin, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his aura衰弱 to the extreme.

At the same time, he ordered the demon wolf to prepare for the flame breath.

"当!当!"

The middle-aged swordsman, trapped beast still fighting,斩碎 the wind blade.

At this time, the Flame Demon Wolf opened his mouth, and the flames mixed with magma吞没ed the middle-aged man.

Three seconds later, the tongue of fire熄灭, leaving only a焦黑 body...