When Chu Xisheng and his three companions arrived at the Nanjie Temple Market, they saw a sea of people here.

This is undoubtedly the busiest and most bustling place in the entire ancient market.

On both sides of a stone street leading from the gate of the God of Wealth Temple, more than twenty arenas were set up along the way.

Under each arena, a large crowd gathers, and there are also some people who sell fruits and stir fry shuttling through them, shouting and selling goods.

The scale of the competition here is second only to the state city

Lu Luanli walked ahead and introduced to the two people: 'Those who can set up the arena here are not ordinary people. They are called the stage masters, either with deep backgrounds, great influence, or high military strength.'.

Nowadays, there are three stage masters in the entire Nanjie Temple Market, each occupying some of the arenas. They make money by betting and making money every day -

Chu Xisheng listened while looking around.

He found that these arenas were all hierarchical.

There are four levels: ninth grade below, ninth grade above, eighth grade below, and eighth grade above.

In ordinary tournaments at the lower level of the ninth grade, winning one game usually costs two taels of magic silver, which is equivalent to walking a day's worth of darts. The loser has no money, not even the soup and medicine fee after being injured.

There are more life and death battles, winning one game not only earns twenty taels, but also ten percent of the bet amount on the field; Lost soup medicine or buried money. However, there will be no judges on stage, regardless of life or death -

Lu Luanli didn't say anything further, just because Chu Xisheng had already stepped towards a arena on the left.

She couldn't help but blink. Is this guy really going to fight?

Chu Xisheng arrived at the arena and walked straight into a nearby pavilion, searching for a document inside to register.

Before taking the stage, he had to sign a life and death pledge, agreeing that 'neither life nor death will be pursued'.

Ordinary competitions also require signatures. Although there are referees on the arena who intervene at any time to protect the lives of both sides, accidents are sometimes inevitable.

Next is the determination of true elemental strength.

The cultivation level on the ninth rank is like stirring up wind and rain on the arena below the ninth rank; Similarly, martial arts practitioners below the eighth rank should not attempt to dominate the arena above the ninth rank.

In Chu Xisheng's view, this is similar to the meaning of featherweight, lightweight, and heavyweight in modern boxing matches.

Afterwards, Chu Xisheng waited for about a moment before being arranged to take the stage.

To his disappointment, Chu Xisheng played two consecutive games and his opponents were not very good.

At the moment Chu Xisheng drew his sword, the opponent had already been defeated.

He did not use any body techniques, did not employ any moves, and did not even fully draw his sword.

Chu Xisheng knew the truth that 'even a lion can fight a rabbit with all its strength', but he wanted to use this low-intensity martial arts competition to exercise his fighting ability.

Even with only half the speed of pulling out the knife, Chu Xisheng's opponent still couldn't withstand it.

After two rounds, a middle-aged man dressed as a guard walked up.

His face turned pale as he clasped his fists at Chu Xisheng and said, "Little brother, you have excellent swordsmanship. There is no match for you here. Please ascend to the stage, or go to the life and death arena! You are a fierce dragon, why play with fish and shrimp in this shallow water

The meaning of 'raising the stage' is to let Chu Xisheng go to the 'ninth grade' level arena to fight.

The spectators in this audience are all veteran martial artists, and just by looking at Chu Xisheng's swordsmanship, one can tell how skilled he is.

In the previous game, almost everyone won against Chu Xisheng, causing them to lose by more than thirty taels.

This person's combat power clearly exceeds the rank below ninth grade.

Only experts at the ninth rank can cure Chu Xisheng.

Or in the life and death battle, there are also many experts over there with combat power exceeding their own cultivation level.

Chu Xisheng also knows that these 'ring masters' want to make money, and he has this intention.

The key is making less money, not having any exercise effect, and not gaining any reputation yet.

Chu Xisheng obediently responded with a bow and said, "Your Excellency's praise is wrong. I wish to ascend to the throne

When Chu Xisheng changed the arena, it immediately aroused the interest of the surrounding crowd.

It is common to see martial arts practitioners at the ninth rank in this arena, who possess true elemental cultivation below the ninth rank. However, it is rare to see anyone who comes to fight at the ninth rank arena within three to five days.

Chu Xisheng's first opponent was a strong man wearing a finger tiger.

This person has a robust physique, with muscles as strong as granite all over his body.

Chu Xisheng did not use 'groundless rumors' to defeat the enemy. He used his body techniques to distance himself and cautiously tested. After understanding the opponent's level, feel at ease and compete with them one move at a time.

Usually, Chu Yunyun would also serve as a sparring partner for him, but this person's level is too high, and the whole process is like playing with a child.

Her martial arts proficiency is unparalleled, and her level cannot be lowered.

So the effect of accompanying practice is actually not as good as the one on the other side.

The two sides fought 130 moves, and Chu Xisheng felt some discomfort in his lungs and a slight shortness of breath, so he solved the battle with a combination of wind and thunder.

Due to his previous experience burning the 'Secret Skill Totem', Chu Xisheng has additionally practiced this sword technique.

Nowadays, this' wind and thunder combination 'is the most skillful move he has practiced among the eighteen wind chasing knives, except for' groundless wind '.

Chu Xisheng still didn't use all his strength, and with only 70% of the blade speed, he pressed the tip of the knife against this person's throat.

At this moment, there was a loud explosion.

Okay! This knife is really beautiful

This young man looks sickly, yet his swordsmanship is so excellent

Damn it, you immortal board

Useless waste! You can't even beat a ninth grade

Some of the spectators were delighted and excited, while others cursed loudly, throwing their betting slips all over the streets.

Chu Xisheng was also very happy, and a small fireworks exploded in his eyes.

The martial arts points have increased from 34 to 35.

In addition, in the top level of the ninth grade competition, winning can earn five taels, which is much easier than him transporting goods.

This is truly both wealthy and famous.

Just as Chu Xisheng was looking forward to the next competition, his expression changed slightly and he looked towards the left side of the stage.

Just outside the turbulent crowd, there were over thirty burly men standing.

Half of them were wearing heavy armor, each with their own weapon in hand, looking at him with a displeased expression.

The leader was dressed in a white Confucian robe with wide sleeves. He had a high nose and deep eyes, and his hair was disheveled, exuding a cold, arrogant and aloof temperament.

This should be Long Heng, the eldest son of the Long family in the inner city.

Chu Xisheng recognized this person because he saw Longsheng beside him, and their faces looked very similar.

The second son of the Long family was also looking at him, with a hint of mockery and hatred in his eyes.

Chu Xisheng also saw Chu Yunyun clenching her fists tightly in the crowd, her breath cold and ready to take action at any moment.

Lu Ranli's whereabouts are unknown.

However, in the corner of Chu Xisheng's perspective, he noticed a masked female hero rushing out of the nearby alley entrance.

This female warrior didn't even have time to change the jewelry on her head, which was quite conspicuous.

Chu Xisheng's mind was slightly calm, and he looked at the Long brothers in silence.

He was actually quite surprised.

Chu Xisheng had expected that this ancient market would be safer than the Zhengyang Martial Arts School, so he dared to linger here.

But unexpectedly, the Long brothers dared to cross the Shenxiu River at this moment!

Are they treating the Iron Flag Gang, which runs rampant on the Shenxiu River, as a decoration?

At this moment, the spectators in the audience also sensed something was wrong and stepped aside to both sides.

Long Heng carried his hands and walked over with a leisurely expression, taking steps step by step.

The people behind him dispersed in all directions and surrounded the arena.

Long Heng stepped onto the arena and inserted a sword in his hand in front of him, saying, "Do you recognize this sword? Tell me, who killed my senior brother Du? Speak his name or draw his appearance, and I can make you suffer less when you die

Chu Xisheng glanced at the sword and recognized it as the one he had sold in the Divine Weapon Hall.

He didn't care, still holding the knife in his hand and taking deep breaths.

Today's game is all about fighting to the death.

With the cover of Lu Ranli, evacuate from the ancient market as little as possible without exposing Chu Yunyun.

However, just as Longheng's words fell, a tea cup was thrown from a distance and smashed directly at Longheng.

Long Heng didn't even blink and casually brushed his sleeve before smashing the tea cup.

At this moment, a young gentleman wearing a brocade robe and holding a folding fan, accompanied by a large group of burly men, walked out of the crowd.

The young gentleman is around twenty years old, with a body like a jade tree, long eyebrows like willows, delicate and elegant facial features, and a lazy expression.

Long Heng, who gave you such courage? Dare you come to this South Street temple market to cause trouble