Lin Luo frowned slightly and said with an unhappy expression, "You still need to pay the Blood Stone? This regulation seems to be a bit difficult? Isn't this a free service?" He thought it would be completely free to challenge his opponent in this martial arts pavilion, but he didn't expect the result to be the opposite.
This time, Lin Luo did get a lot of bloodstones in the forests of the city, in the suburbs of Lin Ruyu, Liu Ruyun and others, but this thing was not blown by the strong wind. It was also his own efforts to make him reluctantly hand it over to a person he had never met before. To be honest, he could not be so calm.
Don't this task system stipulate that you can get information inquiry here for free? Why do you need to pay when you get to me? This made Lin Luo feel a little unfair. Lin Luo thought for a moment, but did not answer, but looked at He Jiao coldly and waited for her to explain.
He Jiao looked at the man dressed in front of her, not like a family of aristocratic families. She was here to receive hundreds of guests a day, and she could see people accurately. People like Lin Luo, who were going to challenge the Douwu Pavilion because of her ability, were a lot of people. But in the end, they were all beaten up.
He Jiao observed for a moment and thought to herself that this person didn't look like the kind of person who came to find trouble. Maybe she really had some skills. So she calmed down and said in a low voice, "Young Master, you may have misunderstood. We are not going to charge a lot of rewards, just a blood stone is enough." He Jiao took out the pen and paper to record it, spread her hands and said, "Of course, the blood stone paid by the young master was not for me. It was for the management department of Douwu Pavilion."
"A blood stone is considered the service fee for the warriors from the Douwu Pavilion. Moreover, ordinary warriors can also get a reward of a blood stone for victory, which is very cost-effective." He Jiao smiled. Lin Luo nodded with a smile, took out a blood stone from his arms and handed it to He Jiao.
"Then when will I be able to play?" Lin Luo asked.
"I'll check it out." He Jiao smiled slightly and took out a large stack of golden paper from under the counter, which was one foot thick.
"It's not easy to be true, I finally found it." He Jiao handed a piece of golden paper to Lin Luo. Lin Luo looked down and saw that the golden paper said: Lin Luo, No. 1,08.
"What's this? More than that?" He Jiao giggled. There were so many martial artists on the mainland, Lin Luo, who could not calm down for a long time. How many martial artists are there in the Lin family? No more than twenty of them have to die.
"Young master, don't be shocked. Most of the monks who participated in the competition for the first time had this expression." He Jiao continued with a smile, "Think about how vast the land of my Tianwu Continent is. The three major countries have nearly 10 billion people in total. On average, one hundred people have a martial artist and more than 100 million martial artists, not to mention some small countries and sectarian organizations outside the country. It is not uncommon for the entire Tianwu Continent to have hundreds of millions of martial artists." Lin Luo became more and more shocked the more he heard. The billions of martial artists were simply horrifying.
"Oh, don't think about this anymore. You have to take your time in practicing, be down-to-earth, step by step. Don't be too ambitious." Lin Luo calmed down and said, "Then arrange a challenge for me as soon as possible."
"Okay." He Jiao smiled, "Young Master needs a serial number first."
"Don't the serial numbers come next to each other?" Lin Luo said in confusion.
"No." He Jiao shook her head and said, "A monk will be cancelled if he has not participated in the Douwu Pavilion competition for a century, and his serial number will be left behind. If a serial number is permanently occupied and the Douwu Pavilion has existed for tens of thousands of years, the serial number will not be turned into dozens of digits." He Jiao rolled her eyes and looked at Lin Luo.
"That's OK." Lin Luo shook his chin with embarrassment.
"Young Master, put your token on it now." He Jiao took out a glass bead with a purple-blue light as the size of a fist from under the counter.
"Is this?" Lin Luo looked at the glass beads that were blooming with purple and blue light in curiously.
"Scene Stone" He Jiao explained, "It is a powerful memory crystal created by a master of the Martial Saint Powerful Master. It records the basic information of each Douwu Pavilion warrior. It uses force to input the information and will also be automatically paired."
"Otherwise, so many people came to Douwu Pavilion to find opponents, so we little girls would be too busy." He Jiao said with a lip voice.
According to He Jiao, Lin Luo gently placed the token on the stone on the screen. A series of numbers were pierced by the purple-blue light on the square copper token.
"Okay, young master, look at your random serial number?" He Jiao urged.
"Why are you so anxious?" Lin Luo looked at He Jiao suspiciously.
"Young Master doesn't know that the greatest pleasure for us guides is to look at the serial number of the newcomer." He Jiao's eyes rolled smoothly, and she never left the token in Lin Luo's hand for a moment.
"Why is this?" Lin Luo always felt that this little girl was having some bad idea.
"The random serial numbers of the newcomer are a bit funny." He Jiao counted with her fingers, "There are many things here."
"Isn't it funny?" He Jiao stared at Lin Luo. Lin Luo shook her head.
"I don't understand the charm," He Jiao said, then changed her face and said coquettishly, "Tell me your serial number quickly. If it's interesting, I can show it to my sisters." Lin Luo was speechless, but his eyes were still looking at a string of numbers in the lower right corner of the bronze token.
"This number is very good." He Jiao's eyes lit up, and then she looked at Lin Luo with resentment.
"What are you doing?" Lin Luo felt a chill on his back and said to himself, "Is this little girl going to tease me?"
"Oh, look." He Jiao spread out her little hand, revealing the silver token in her hand, and Lin Luo was written in the lower right corner.
"Haha" Lin Luo quickly covered his mouth.
"Aren't you saying it's not funny?" He Jiao was crying, and she was writing Lin Luo's cultivation techniques on golden paper. You know, after practicing Wujitian menopause, it will have a hidden effect on her cultivation. Her cultivation level is not above the fifth level, so it is difficult to detect it. However, He Jiao in front of her can see through her cultivation level at a glance.
"Is He Jiao a strong level seven martial artist?" Lin Luo was secretly shocked.
"I have reached the second-level martial arts master's cultivation level." He Jiao curled her lips.
"What" Lin Luo suddenly opened his mouth wide. This girl was actually more advanced than Lin Ruyu and was clearly similar to her. She was about seventeen years old.
"Do you think the leader of Douwu Pavilion is so easy to be a good person?" He Jiao rolled her eyes.
"Yes." Lin Luo wiped the cold sweat secretly and looked at He Jiao. He Jiao sent Lin Luo's basic information to the stone on the screen, and the cute and cute words on the golden paper immediately drilled into the stone on the screen.
"This thing is so amazing, it's simply omnipotent." Lin Luo sighed.
"Okay." He Jiao patted his little hands, "In an hour, you can compete in the ring with the same number as the contestant."
"Thank you." Lin Luo smiled and followed a guide from the Douwu Pavilion in a black robe and stepped into the wide black passage under the arena. There were many four-sided rooms on both sides of the wide black passage.
"This is a room for warriors to rest." The guide from the black-robed martial arts pavilion pointed to a black room and said lightly. Lin Luo nodded and walked into the black room.
"My first battle is about to start." Lin Luo, who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion in the room, became a little excited. The walls of the room were covered with black stone slabs, giving people a feeling of depression. Time passed quickly. An hour passed, and the black-robed Douwu Pavilion guide knocked on the outdoor stone door on time.
"Samurai, your battle is about to begin, please sit and prepare." Outside the stone gate, the faint voice of the black-robed Wushu Pavilion guided the guide.
"Okay," Lin Luo responded. Then he walked out of the room and followed the black-robed Douwu Pavilion to the edge of the ring No. 7. Stepping onto the ring, Lin Luoya looked at him. A middle-aged man with a huge figure, a tiger-back and bear-back, and a dark red leather armor, and a pair of black eyes that sometimes shone coldly.
"This will be the easiest battle that I, Yang Feng, won." The tall man, Yang Feng, looked at Lin Luo with a sneer, "You are just your little arms and legs, and you still want to challenge you higher than your level?"
"Little guy, come on, let me not beat you into a meat pie," Yang Feng shouted, pointing to Lin Luo. As Yang Feng spoke, nearly a thousand viewers in the audience burst into laughter. Indeed, the two looked so different in figures. One was seven feet tall and weighed at least three hundred kilograms. The other was less than six feet tall and weighed at most one hundred and fifty kilograms. How to hit it? "Yes"
"Hurry up and beat this thin boy into a meat pie."
"Big guy, come on." Nearly a thousand viewers in the audience were clamoring. Indeed, spending a hundred taels of gold to watch the martial artists fight was just to vent. In order to make a refreshing "I heard it, short man." Yang Feng, the big man suddenly closed his eyes and listened quietly to the loud shouts of thousands of people. Lin Luo's eyes swept towards the audience below. When fighting with Lin Xin, the number of people was ten times different. Lin Luo smiled, it was right. After all, Lin Xin was beautiful and powerful, and it was inevitable that he had many followers.
"The rules of the competition are that if one party falls into the ring or loses combat effectiveness, the other party wins." "Can the two contestants understand?" Lin Luo and the other were standing in the middle of a black robe, and they were talking lightly. When they heard it, they nodded with a respectful look.
"The competition officially begins" the old man in blue black-patterned black robe flashed away from the ring.
"Little dwarf, I will let you experience the wonderful sound of bones breaking." The big man Yang Feng sneered and swooped towards Lin Luo, shouting, "The inheritance of martial souls, the flying dragon in the sky."
"Dragon Claw Hand of the Ancient Martial Arts" Yang Feng pulled his hands and changed into a cold and flashing claws, revealing the blue veins in his body and the muscles were instantly covered with complex mysterious black patterns.
Yang Feng still had two tricks, and even this did not show any timidity. Instead, he became more and more courageous in the battle. He seemed to have the determination to kill with one blow, and it seemed that he had the upper hand. The crowds in the audience suddenly became louder because of the bets in this battle.