"Group A, No. 9, take your number plate and go to the rest area to rest. Someone will come to test it later and seal off the cultivation level."
"When you go on stage, someone will call you." After taking notes, the staff logged in Qin Hao's simple personal information on the computer in front of him and handed Qin Hao a sign.
"Okay, thank you." Qin Hao took the sign, said nothing more, turned around and left.
And just when Qin Hao just stepped away, a group of people behind him who had been observing Qin Hao, and a group in front of him were all looking to see if Qin Hao would sign up.
"Damn it, he actually signed up!!"
"Fuck!!"
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned. They didn't expect Qin Hao, a man with thin arms and legs, to actually sign up.
"Hahahaha, hurry up, hurry up and get the money, what I just bet with you is that he will sign up!"
"What a fool, you won a thousand yuan so easily." The other man also took out his mobile phone from his pocket with a sad look on his face, and then scanned the QR code and gave the other person a thousand yuan.
Qin Hao on the side, with his sixth-level cultivation in the Foundation Establishment Stage, naturally heard that the other party was betting on whether he would sign up, and he was immediately speechless.
As expected, they are a group of gamblers, and they can bet on anything like this.
At this moment, another person in the crowd suddenly said:
"Look, what he is holding seems to be a red number plate?!"
"Huh?! Damn it, it's true. This guy is actually from Group A? Does he have the cultivation level of an innate warrior above the seventh level?!"
Everyone was stunned and looked in disbelief.
This number plate, from a to d, is also divided into colors. Level a is red, level b is orange, level c is green, and level d is blue, so that people can distinguish them at a glance.
"Haha, he is so young and has such a high level of cultivation. Should I say that he is talented, or that he is just a brainiac?"
"No matter how good your talent is, it's useless. You may die soon."
"You know, A-level people are all gathered together, or they are murderers who have been fighting outside all year round, and finally escaped to Doucheng and became the thugs of this Ba Fist Pavilion. Their cultivation level is not low to begin with."
"It's either those big forces, or the outer disciples of the Wuji Sect, or it's a money-making tool cultivated by some big family."
"These people are either ruthless people who have survived countless actual battles, or they are awesome people who have been specially trained. It is simply a dream to survive in the hands of these people."
"No, no, no, you are wrong. There is another situation where the other party deliberately let him go without killing him."
"Hahahaha!! Yes, yes, it is indeed possible."
As soon as these words were said, a group of people immediately laughed, with undisguised sarcasm on their faces.
Since this group of people chose to go on the stage of this fighting arena, they naturally put life and death aside. Maybe before going on the stage, they would have spent most of their life's money betting on themselves to win.
If you win, you will be promoted directly on the spot, and you may not have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life. If you lose, you will naturally die on the stage, and you will have no regrets.
So the way they speak sounds very direct, they say what they want and have nothing to be afraid of.
"I originally thought that if this guy was assigned to a group D or group C, I would use part of the money to buy him a win. This would also support his courage to dare to sign up."
"What about the other part of the money?" the person next to me asked.
"Of course, all the studs bought him and lost! Hahahaha!"
"However, it is unrealistic now. The opponent has been assigned to Group A, and the odds of losing will definitely break through to a record low, so I'd better buy myself."
Having said this, the man shook his head and said.
As for buying Qin Haoying?
That's impossible. Isn't this equivalent to donating money to the Baquan Pavilion?
It's the kind that's free and no one will know about you.
This option has never been considered by anyone.
Qin Hao was quietly listening to the conversation of this group of people and did not speak.
At this time, an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen a lot of spiritual herbs pouring into his arms.
…
After about ten minutes, everyone who was going to play finally completed their registration here.
Except for the strong man standing behind Qin Hao before, who was assigned to group A together with Qin Hao, everyone else was under group B.
When the other party was registering this strong man, Qin Hao heard his name, Wang Tieniu.
His name is true to his name, and he is as strong as an ox. It seems that his parents are quite good at naming him.
The cultivation base is at the seventh level of the Xiantian Warrior, and it is already very deep and stable. It has reached close to the eighth level. It seems that it has been a long time since it reached this level of cultivation.
This was the result that Qin Hao had already sensed when he stood in front of the opponent just now.
At this time, Wang Tieniu was sitting next to Qin Hao.
"Hey, brother, let me ask, are we the only two in Group A? Why is there no one else except the two of us with red number plates?" Qin Hao turned around and asked.
"Humph, those in the passage have already signed up a long time ago, and there is a special, one-on-one lounge." Wang Tieniu snorted coldly and said.
"Oh, I understand." Qin Hao nodded.
At this moment, on the audience stage behind him, Happy walked over, came behind Qin Hao, and lay down on the railing.
"Brother."
Qin Hao turned his head, the two looked at each other, and Qin Hao directly sent a message: "You will place your bet later, pay attention to the odds, and buy slowly..."
Qin Hao muttered for about a minute, not knowing what he was talking about. After finishing speaking, Happy in front of him also hesitated for a moment, then nodded solemnly, and said: "Be careful, brother, yourself
Your safety must come first!”
"Don't worry."
Qin Hao smiled faintly and replied. After speaking, he took out a space gem with a space of about one cubic meter from the mask and handed it to the other party.
Wang Tieniu on the side didn't know what the two were talking about, but when he saw the last scene of handing things over, he understood. There was a smile on his face that looked a little scary, and he said naively:
"How about handing over the inheritance to your brother?"
"Absolutely." Qin Hao responded with a faint smile without explaining.
"Don't worry, if you meet me on the stage later, I will definitely spare your life. After all, I haven't seen a young man as bold as you for a long time." Wang Tieniu chuckled, with a hint of tone in his tone.