Yan Fei is a poor boy from a mountain village. Today is his first time entering the city. Everything is so fresh, which is a big eye-opener.

At the same time, a strong voice also sounded in his heart.

"I, Yan Fei, must have a world that belongs to me here."

After asking a few passers-by, Yan Fei realized that there were three martial arts arenas in Yinlong City.

Following the guidance, he came to the nearest martial arts arena called Tiankui.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Yan Fei masked his face with a black veil and then walked into the Tiankui Martial Arts Arena.

Come to the registration office.

A young woman was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, accompanied by a hunched old man, and on both sides were more than a dozen burly men dressed in uniform.

"Who is the manager here?" Yan Fei asked.

The woman looked at Yan Fei and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"I heard that if you come here to participate in the fight, you can make money if you win, right?"

The woman smiled and said, "Hehe, that's right, but if you lose, you may lose your life."

Yan Fei said without changing his face: "I want to give it a try."

"You?" The woman's voice clearly had a scent of doubt.

"That's right."

The woman didn't speak, and the old man beside her said, "Boy, look at your young age. When you look at your outfit, you must be afraid of being poor. Then I thought of trying your luck here. I must warn you that if the challenge fails, your life will not be saved."

"I need money." Yan Fei's tone was very serious.

Upon hearing this, the old man looked at the woman and then laughed at the same time.

"Hey, it's another poor guy. Do you owe gambling debts and want to run here to try your luck?"

Yan Fei said helplessly: "I really need money, I want to challenge it."

Seeing that Yan Fei was firm in his attitude, the woman nodded: "Since that's the case, it's OK." As she spoke, she winked at the old man beside her, and the old man shook his head and walked to Yan Fei.

The old man stretched out his hand and pressed Yan Fei's shoulder.

Any martial arts arena has its own rules. First of all, they must arrange both sides of the fight based on the challenger's realm.

The fight should be good-looking, and the strength of both sides should not be much different. This way it will look interesting and make money in the fight arena.

So, the old man was judging Yan Fei's realm at this moment.

After a few breaths, the old man's face showed some confusion and some surprises.

He withdrew his hand and looked at Yan Fei and asked, "My friend, have you not entered the realm of a warrior?"

The old man usually judges the opponent's current realm based on the strength of the opponent's fighting energy, but he does not feel the war energy contained in Yan Fei's body.

Yan Fei has entered the sword energy realm. In comparison, it is the warrior realm of ordinary martial artists. However, the sword essence transformed from "The Way of Wuji" is hidden in Yan Fei's immortal sword body, and the old man cannot visit it at all.

Even if he could visit the existence of Jianyuan, he would probably not be able to tell it. Looking at the entire Zhenwu Continent, there were very few sword cultivators, which was almost a legend that only existed in ancient times.

Yan Fei didn't say much, he just nodded slightly.

The old man pondered and said, "Well, according to your current realm, you are only worthy of challenging the lowest-level iron-card champion in this martial arts arena."

Yan Fei asked in confusion: "Iron-card champion?"

"That's right, the champions in this arena are divided into several levels from low to high according to their strength and record. If you can successfully challenge them, you can replace them."

Yan Fei nodded and asked, "What's the benefit?"

The old man smiled and said, "Of course there are benefits, it depends on whether you have the ability. If you win, you will be rewarded with silver and become the champion. You will have money every month from now on. You will also make money if you succeed in defending the champion. At the same time, you will also be qualified to continue to challenge the senior champion."

At this moment, the woman continued, "Old Guo, is it meaningful that you said so much to him?"

After hearing the woman's words, Mr. Guo responded and then said to Yan Fei: "Let's talk less nonsense, have you decided?"

"yes."

"Okay, I will register you here, what's your name?"

Yan Fei thought that things are dangerous, so it is better to be careful when doing things.

"Just, just call me Wuming."

"No name? Interesting name."

The martial arts arena does not matter to the challenger's background, and it doesn't matter what name it is. It's just a code name. Sometimes, they even give the champion some domineering names, just to increase the expectation of the martial arts and make profits, so the old man did not ask too much questions.

After a few breaths, Mr. Guo said again: "Okay, then that's what you'll make. You'll come over when the arrangements are made."

When Yan Fei heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said anxiously: "Do you still have to wait? Can you compare today?"

Mr. Guo's face darkened.

"today?"

Yan Fei replied: "That's right, I need money, it's very urgent, it's best to compare today."

Mr. Guo glanced at the woman with a weird look.

This time, the woman who had been sitting in the Grand Master's chair slowly stood up. The woman said impatiently: "Hey, you who are like you who are desperate for money, we have to carry a few out here every day. Mr. Guo, the iron-card champion, and the King of the Earth-Splitting King Zhang Bao should be free today, so let him send this kid to the Hall of Hell."

After thinking for a while, Mr. Guo said, "This..., the Earth-Splitting King Kong is a high-level iron-card champion, and this kid has not reached the warrior realm, will he?" Before Mr. Guo finished speaking, he suddenly saw the woman's face darkened, and then he hurriedly replied, "Okay, I'll make arrangements now."

At this moment, Yan Fei couldn't help but frown, King Kong, the name sounds very domineering, and I guess he should have some skills.

"Making money is important, but I don't know the specific strength of these champions, so I just fight one first and then make a decision." Yan Fei asked after making plans in his heart: "Dare to ask, if I win this game, how much money can I make?"

Mr. Guo glanced at Yan Fei and said, "Three hundred taels of silver."

"Three hundred taels, so little?" Yan Fei urgently needed the source of spiritual power now, and the best source of spiritual power is the spiritual pill. Before coming, Yan Fei had been to the shop selling spiritual pills. The lowest-level first-level Yuan Ling Pill inside, a low-quality one costs forty taels of silver, a medium-level ninety taels, and a high-level one costs three hundred taels.

That means, if you win, you can only buy a top-grade first-level Yuan Ling Pill.

Mr. Guo and the woman were so angry that they were Yan Fei's reaction.

In their opinion, Yan Fei is just a lunatic, a lunatic who wants to live for money.

"Hmph, I think it's too little? Tiankui's martial arts arena is not short of money, and one million taels is nothing. If you want to take it, it depends on how much you have." The woman had no intention of talking nonsense to Yan Fei again. She turned her head and waved her hand: "Okay, go down and wait."
Chapter completed!