Zhao Feichen whispered:

"The best props in the stove are you, and your success rate is less than 30%. I'm going to settle for this thing. Even if he is an official deacon, I don't think he knows it."

"Just think about it!" Lian Sanyue smiled, stood lazily, stood in the crowd, and said loudly:

"I will draw a contract in the name of witnesses and guarantors. If anyone violates the contract, I will deal with it myself."

After both sides nodded, she grabbed an ancient yellow parchment roll from the inventory, shook it open, and said:

"Contract 1: No level 6 or above shall be used, including level 6 skills and props."

"Contract 2: You cannot admit defeat, the rules of the arena will be divided into life and death."

"Contract 3: No requests for help from irrelevant personnel outside the field."

Every time she said something, a rule appeared on the parchment, with the handwriting twisted like a tadpole, and it was impossible to tell which country the text was.

After briefly speaking the contents of the three contracts, she looked at Zhang Yuanqing and the middle-aged swordsman, "Come here to write and write a handprint."

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

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

He did not press his handprints and tried to make his last effort.

He himself is not good at revealing his identity. There are mixed things here and there are evil professions.

If the news of his appearance here is passed on to the saints and even the masters in the evil organization, it will cause a lot of trouble and crisis.

Flowers are not pine seas, they are not their own territory, so be cautious.

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

This woman. Zhang Yuanqing looked at her for a few glances and suddenly had a clearer impression of Li Chunfeng's description.

Lian Sanyue shouted: "I said everything outside in vain. If you believe it or not, you can tell him the identity, Zhao Feichen will rob him."

The arrogant and spoiled naughty child, and cleverly used the rules, was self-reasonable? Zhang Yuanqing did not speak anymore and pressed his handprint on the parchment paper.

On the shabby and quaint parchment, tadpole-like words lit up one by one, two thumbprints appeared, and hissing white smoke was emitted. In the dark, some force witnessed the contract, and those who violated it will be severely punished.

In Sanyue put away the parchment paper, looked at her nephew not far away, and said:

"Give me the flint."

Zhao Feichen stretched out his hand and smeared ten dark red stones at the stall, neatly arranged in one piece.

After three months of wiping it, she put away the flint.

"Go to the ring." She looked around the spectators and said with a smile:

"If you want to watch the game, remember to buy tickets, 200,000 yuan per ticket."

After saying that, she swayed with a cigar and walked away from the greenhouse, heading towards the venue behind the black market.

The three strong men responsible for maintaining order said loudly:

"Please buy tickets here."

In an instant, the guests who were robbed in the black market were the first to run towards the three strong men, while the stall owners collected valuable things from the stalls and flocked to buy tickets.

The battle of life and death in the Saint Realm is rare.

Not to mention 200,000 yuan per ticket, they are willing to watch the ticket price doubles.

Usually, those who fight life and death on the arena are extraordinary practitioners, and it is almost impossible for a saint to play.

There are at least 200,000 yuan per picture, and there are at least 100 people here, which is close to 20 million. As a contestant, shouldn’t we share the money? Zhang Yuanqing heard it and silently sighed that opening the black market is really profitable.

No wonder this one costs so many props for three consecutive months.

Even Sanyue's waist twisted a particularly exaggerated range, but she walked very slowly. When Zhang Yuanqing followed her to the ring, more than a dozen people had already purchased tickets and rushed over.

Below the ring, experienced spectators kept a distance of more than ten meters from the ring and watched from a distance.

As people gathered more and more, the noise was louder and louder.

"Boss, do you want to be a banker? Let everyone play a game."

"What's the point of betting on this? Zhao Feichen will definitely win. His bodyguard is a level 5 swordsman. In terms of melee battles, swordsman can rank among the top three. In addition, the Zhao family does not lack props, so they can make up for the swordsman's weaknesses. Tsk, it's as stable as Mount Tai."

"What are you talking about? Didn't you hear it just now? That young man is also the master of the unlimited props, otherwise he could throw so many props into the broken furnace?"

"That boy's aura is obviously weaker than that of a swordsman. Besides, if this is a tough guy, do you think the boss's wife won't remind her nephew?"

"If you mention this, I will talk to you. I heard that even Sanyue has a very bad relationship with the head of the Zhao family. Don't ask the reason, and I don't know if I ask, but believe me, I'm a local."

In the noise, Zhao Feichen hugged two female companions and a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

His aunt is indeed not in good terms with the Zhao family, and she is even more powerful with her grandfather.

In my father's words, my aunt was born rebellious and rebellious. She did not accept the orders and arrangements of the family since she was a child, and she was free and casual, without any restrictions.

And grandpa is the grandparent who has a strong desire to control himself. How can he tolerate such a daughter?

Therefore, it is extremely irritating.

Zhao Feichen is not close to this aunt. After all, she left the Zhao family when she was young and saw each other less than a year. Where did she get the relationship?

But Wanbao House is a good place. He often comes here to inquire about information, pick up bargains, and exchange props.

As his thoughts flew, he saw the young man jumping onto the wide ring, turned his head and said to the middle-aged swordsman beside him:

"That kid is probably carrying several saint-quality props. I'll ask you again before going on stage, what props do you lack? As long as I have them here, just take them."

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

"A few props on your body are enough, and you can't give me the best props. Besides, a real swordsman is enough to be infatuated with the sword."

Zhao Feichen nodded slightly: "Go."

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

The internet celebrity girl nodded, squeezed away from the crowd, and trotted away.

Zhao Feichen watched her walk away, withdrew her gaze, and curled her lips coldly.

Grandpa once said that he should prepare both ways in everything. Although he has strong confidence in his bodyguard, he also has to consider the consequences and losses of failure.

Even if this kid doesn't die in Wanbao House today, he will never leave Huadu.

What he said to his female companion just now was only a short sentence: Go and invite my dad!

Anyway, then you will push the matter to the elders and let them make a decision.

On the ring, Zhang Yuanqing and the middle-aged swordsman looked at each other more than ten meters apart, but they did not move, but their eyes were already locked in each other, looking for opportunities and waiting for an opportunity to take action.

While confronting the enemy, Zhang Yuanqing was thinking about his strategy to fight the enemy.

His aura is stronger than mine, and it should be level 5. It is very dangerous to be close to him. The swordsman is high output and high agility type. His weakness is weak physical defense and no recovery ability. He is from the Zhao family and has no shortage of props. His weakness must have been compensated.

What I want to deal with is an enemy with high output and agility, taking into account both defense and recovery. If I remember correctly, the passive skills of the swordsman, steel will and devil, can just target the possession of the vengeful spirit. It is not easy to do

Alas, Yeyou God is very powerful in the extraordinary realm. When he reaches the Star Official, he becomes weaker in level 4. Although astrology and star escape techniques are easy to use, they cannot fight against the enemy.

Suddenly, he had a sudden idea and thought of an excellent use of astrology.

That is to use the arrangement and combination of props to formulate a plan to fight the enemy, and then open your starry eyes to examine the opponent's face. If the opponent's blood light is shrouded in the opponent's palace, it means that the plan is feasible.

Otherwise, modify the plan.

Theoretically, this idea is feasible. Perhaps this is the correct use of astrology. As a profession with the peak of combat power, there is no reason why it is so weak in the Saint Realm.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing opened his starry eyes and looked at the face of the middle-aged swordsman.

He must have defense props and responsive props. I will first use the werewolf body to break the armor, and cooperate with the fire poison and curse props to restrain the reply. He quickly formulated a plan and practiced the steps in his mind.

But the face of the middle-aged swordsman has not changed, and it is covered by dark clouds, but there is no bloody disaster.

It seems that fantasy doesn't work, but the idea should be right. He no longer hesitates while fighting, performs night tours and hides his body.

"Night Travel God?"

The audience's surprise voice came from all around the ring.

Is this guy from Taiyi Sect? Zhao Feichen was not angry but happy. Compared with the huge size and power of the Five Elements Alliance, Taiyi Sect is far inferior. The leader of the sect has a high opinion of himself, mostly because the Night Walk God has irreplaceable nature in many cases.

But this is for the Five Elements Alliance. For the Zhao family, in a more popular sentence: What is the use of me going to this night tour?

Not afraid at all.

The middle-aged swordsman pulled out his long sword with a clang, and the sword body was red, unlike forging of steel, exuding a sense of evil spirit and hostility, which could break the spirit and shock the mind.

He pulled out the long sword and quickly retreated. The long sword swept across the front, and an arc-shaped crimson sword aura roared out and flew across the entire arena.

Level 5 swordsman can cut out sword energy and can deal with it calmly even when facing long-range enemies. This is the biggest difference between level 4 and level 5.

With a "ding" sound, a figure fell out of the void, holding a short blade in his hand, making a blocking posture.

It was Zhang Yuanqing.

The short blade in his hand was an extraordinary prop he had collected in the past few days, and it was directly broken by the sword energy.

The middle-aged swordsman's eyes sterned and he wanted to push his sword to meet the enemy. Suddenly, the sound of breaking through the air behind him came.
To be continued...