The sloppy old man blew his beard and said in an unkind tone: "You said it earlier, I thought you were going to cut your hair." ”

  Bai Tian thought to himself: You really think too much about cutting your hair.

  But he definitely couldn't say it, it would be too hurtful.

  The sloppy old man threw the tools in his hand and found a chair to lie down. "There are two kinds of news, one gold baht for mortals, and one low-grade spirit stone for immortal cultivators. ”

  Bai Tian said directly: "The people in the Imperial City are not immortal cultivators. ”

  The old man held up a finger. "That's a mortal, a gold baht, pay first. ”

  Bai Tian took out a gold baht from the storage bag, threw it directly, and began to ask: "I want to infiltrate the palace city, what can I do, disguise, sneak in, and bribe the guards?"

  The old man shook his head. "No, no, these methods used to work, but now they don't, of course you can try, but if you find out, it's no fun to think about it for the second time, you have to be above board. ”

  Bai Sun asked, "Is there any way?" ”

  The old man pondered for a moment. "At present, there is a way to achieve, the eternal night fades, the pre-imperial martial arts festival starts today, a prosperous era will be held in the cloud arena, a battle between warriors and warriors, the first place will be blessed by the human emperor, and you can enter the palace city as the human emperor's iron guard, which is a good iron rice bowl, but the battle is fierce, provided that your luck is good enough. ”

  Hearing the Cloud Arena, Bai Tian recalled that it was several times larger than the Colosseum in his previous life, and there was also the Five Holy Trials, and his eyes became (yīn) heavy.

  The old man felt the atmosphere heavy. "Guest, are you satisfied with this message?"

  Daylight came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

  The old man said unceremoniously: "Then leave quickly, and wait for me to leave you for dinner?"

  During the day, he didn't have the same knowledge as the old man, so he directly launched the star chase and teleported out of the room.

  After leaving Bird and Flower Street in the daytime, after a while, the black gauze masked Mo Yan walked into Master Wang's hair-cutting room.

  She walked up to the old man sitting in the rocking chair with ease, "Master Wang, how about it, can he use it?"

  The old man, known as Master Wang, shook his head. "In my experience of observing people, I advise you not to provoke him, he will not help you much, it will only make things more and more complicated. ”

  Mo Yan nodded. "I see. ”

  She looked at her surroundings, frowned slightly, and turned (shēn) away.

  The old man stopped the woman. "Where are you going?"

  The corners of the mouth behind the black gauze are curled. "A new target, go to a businessman. ”

  The old man shook his head, "Don't come here again, someone is eyeing me, and I'm leaving the imperial capital." ”

  Mo Wei nodded in disappointment and left the hair-cutting room.

  The old man was the only person she could trust in Fujun City.

  ......

  Unconsciously, during the day, I walked to the cloud arena, the symbol building of Fujun City, and the cylindrical behemoth could be seen from several blocks.

  The Cloud Arena is the first landmark building built in Tianji Jiandu, with a history of nearly 2,000 years.

  At first, it was used as a martial arts training ground for soldiers to practice martial arts, but later it was expanded little by little and became what it is now.

  It can be seen that this is built by the predecessor of the traverser, the Emperor Yingtian, imitating the Colosseum, but the scale is larger and more magnificent.

  At the same time, it is also the site of the Five Holy Judgments, the place of the mother's burial (shēn).

  The bad memories made Bai Tian's face (yīn) sunk, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

  When he arrived at the Cloud Arena, it seemed to be some kind of celebration going on, and the streets were crowded with people, and the entire arena was flooded.

  Daylight came to the door of the rotunda, where a small army was guarding.

  Some people can enter after showing some kind of ticket.

  Bai Tian casually grabbed a man in fancy clothes and asked, "What are you doing here?"

  The man in the fancy costume leaked a look of disdain in the face of the foreigners, "Why are there so many hillbillies, the cloud arena is holding a pre-imperial martial arts competition, and the qualifiers will be held soon, and it is said that the human emperor and the regent will be here together in the finals, which is the supreme glory of the martial arts." ”

  Daylight nodded thoughtfully, thanked him, and by the way, gently took the front of the passage door on the man (shēn), and then melted into the crowd.

  Seeing that the man in fancy clothes was driven away by the guards, he left dejectedly, and came to the entrance by day with the pass ticket.

  There were many merchants, officials, and slave owners with their men, lining up to participate in the qualifiers of the Imperial Martial Arts Competition.

  Daylight showed his pass ticket and entered the interior of the Cloud Arena.

  White boulders rose in layers around him to form a huge amphitheater, almost in a complete circle on both sides of the arena, and the bowl-shaped arena was densely packed with seats stacked high along the gentle slope.

  Above the arena, there is a pale blue light curtain, under which are staggered strips of railroad tracks, woven into patterns, on which holds up a delicate sculpture of a woman.

  The statue has no name, only that it is the hero of the Third Battle of the Immortals, and the name is: Nameless, erected by the regent Ying Wuyi.

  Seeing the statue of a woman above the steel and under the blue curtain in the daytime, his heart ached inexplicably, and he knew who it was.

  At the time of entry, the cloud arena was already crowded, and some players were still registering for admission in an orderly manner in the special passage.

  During the day, I looked around and saw two well-dressed people arguing about something at the place where the players had registered in.

  He stuck to it unconsciously.

  The sound came intermittently, becoming clearer and clearer.

  One of the burly men with a full beard poked the other thin man's (xiōng) chest with his fingers: "Don't stand in the way, your fighter won't come, he's already dead!" If you can find a fighter who is willing to die, I will be merciful to let you join this royal competition, but who will follow the master of Doom Wrap (shēn), think for yourself, how many of your fighters have died?"

  The thin man cowardly fought back: "They are all the best fighters, someone is taking revenge on me, they died from (yīn) conspiracy." ”

  "(yīn)?" the bearded man seemed to hear the joke, "those fighters you are looking for are vulnerable, they can't get into the top ten, and no one will waste time because of that kind of person." ”

  The thin man was speechless.

  The bearded man continued, "Get out, Han Lianshui, unless you find a new fighter, today is the last day, and the registration will close soon, unless you participate by yourself, but your little (shēn) board can't survive a round, and you (ˉεˉ乀) get out !!"

  The thin man named Han Lianshui turned blue and red for a while, and fled like a lost dog.

  Bai Tian looked at the direction Han Lianshui left and followed.

  The depressed man found a no-man's corner in the arena, took out a silver wine jug from his bosom, and poured it hard.

  "Shit, they're all bastards. Han Lianshui burst out foul.

  He felt that his luck was terrible today, his fighters were plotted and lost their lives, the imperial capital was too dark, and he asked for the help of the bearded man, but what he got was an insult. ”

  ......