The port of Changge is directly east of the village of Fesdena, more than forty kilometers away.

Liu Zheng was in good health, Yun Feng had props, and he rushed to the city at about two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

Halfway through, he also cleaned up a group of outlaws who didn't have long eyes, and seized a pile of broken copper and iron.

The soldier defending the city lazily stretched out his hand: "6 dinars, one person." ”

Yun Feng gave the money, and the soldiers waved them in, ignoring the bloodied equipment on their backs.

"The world of horseback riding and slashing is like this, more chaotic than the real Middle Ages." Yun Feng explained to Liu Zheng, who was a little speechless.

First went to the arms dealer and sold a pile of broken copper and iron for a profit of 200 dinars.

The weapons merchant also ran a blacksmith shop, so Liu Zheng asked if he could order iron rods.

"3,000 dinars." The arms merchant asked for a request and quoted a price.

The strange price did not cause any waves in Yun Feng's heart, and he already knew what the economy of riding and chopping was.

If you sell the exact same weapon to a merchant on the spot, he will dare to sell it back to you five times on the spot, without fear of you turning his face.

"If you don't have any money, you can become a mercenary, or go to participate in real sword fighting." Arms dealers are quite willing to solve economic problems for potential customers.

"Real sword fighting is actually with wooden weapons, big scuffles, and it seems that there are 2,000 dinars in the end." Yun Feng explained.

"Okay, then we'll go make some money." The real sword Liu Zheng is not afraid, let alone the wooden sword.

He really wants to make some money, don't look at how easy it is to fight the Misty Mountain bandits in front, if there are forty pirates, how far he can run.

The difference between armor and non-armor is too big, and the armor of Haikou before generally doesn't fit, so you still have to get a good set of armor for yourself and Yunfeng.

Following the path pointed out by the weapons merchant, the two came to the arena.

"10 dinars." The head of the arena held out his hand.

"Do you still have to charge an entry fee?" Not in the game.

"If you beat one opponent, you have 50 dinars. If you don't even have this strength, then you might as well go back to your mother. The head of the arena said disdainfully.

In addition to the strange economy of the riding and slashing world, another major feature is that the people in it are very bad mouth.

Yun Feng once wondered if the situation of the cavalry and slashing melee was caused by the bad mouth of the whole people.

The person in charge of the arena wanted to mock a few words, but suddenly caught a glimpse of Liu Zheng's cold eyes, stopped for a while, and only said: "Anyway, if you want to participate, you will pay the money." ”

Yun Feng saw Liu Zheng nodding, so he took out the money, he was still quite confident in Liu Zheng, and he would definitely be able to earn it back.

After registering, the two arrived at the entrance of the arena, and the referee was talking about the rules: "Pick a weapon yourself, and you can take an extra shield with one hand." If you are beaten more than three times, you will be out, and if you are beaten to the point, you will be out, you are not allowed to attack the lower body and eyes, and you cannot besiege more than five people. ”

Liu Zheng went to get a wooden stick, while Yun Feng still took a two-handed sword.

"The two of us will act together later, you don't have to take the initiative to attack, just help me take care of my back, OK?" Liu Zheng arranged the tactics.

"OKOK, listen to Brother Dao." Yun Feng nodded hurriedly.

The arena is a wooden structure, with the upper level being the grandstand and the lower level being the entrance.

The arena is divided into forty numbered areas, and each person is given a piece of cloth with a number written on it and tied behind his back.

Everyone stands in the area corresponding to the number, and when the referee announces the start, the scuffle begins.

It should also be explained here that every time after entering the mission, regardless of whether the "Secret Keeper" changes the player's clothes or not, the player's clothing is normal in the eyes of the natives.

Luck is not bad, Liu Zheng got 83, Yun Feng got 77, and the distance was not very far.

Liu Zheng stood in the frame painted with unknown minerals, looking at the muscular men around him, he felt a little familiar inexplicably, and then pouted: "My dream gladiatorial arena is much more luxurious than here." ”

He ignores the fact that there are no spectators in the Dream Arena and no scuffles.

The referee blew the horn in his hand, and the game began, and the crowd cheered.

Liu Zheng quickly joined Yun Feng, and the two stood with their backs to each other.

Several gladiators noticed them, and with their eyes they reached an agreement, and the horns were approaching.

Yun Feng was a little nervous when he faced this kind of scene for the first time.

But after all, he is not in the C position, so he quickly settled down and concentrated on guarding the rear.

A big swordsman couldn't hold it down, so he appeared first and slashed at Liu Zheng's upper body.

Liu Zheng raised his hands up and blocked the big sword with an eyebrow killing style, and then the tip of the stick was slightly sent down, hitting the sternum handle of the great swordsman.

The great swordsman looked down, bruised, snorted, and withdrew from the side.

Liu Zheng didn't care about him, and the stick blocked the sneak attack of the one-handed sword.

Relying on the length of the stick, Liu Zheng made a flat middle block, holding the tail of the stick in his left hand and the front section in his right hand, stabbing the waist of the sword and shield hand like lightning.

The sword and shield hand was stunned for a moment, clutching his waist, and retreated gloomily.

The gladiator coming from the left was raising his long stick, trying to give Liu Zheng a head-on blow.

Liu Zheng returned to the middle of his right hand, leaned forward, and stabbed him in the throat from the bottom to the top through the long stick that the long stick hand hurriedly lowered.

Three consecutive defensive counterattacks, three times were one-hit kills, such a strong strength attracted the attention of the audience, and they screamed.

"It's a great performance, and the quality of this player is remarkable. Oh, he's still a newcomer, let's see, he's called... Wallace. Let's cheer for this wonderful newcomer! The host took the opportunity to set the mood.

"Wallace! Wallace! The audience screamed even more frantically.

However, Liu Zheng didn't feel happy, he only felt noisy, and began to miss the Dream Arena.

At least there are no of these annoying spectators in the Dream Arena.

He had intended to familiarize himself with the way the world fights, but now he has changed his mind and wants to end the fight as soon as possible.

"Crazy man, follow me, I want to finish the fight quickly." Liu Zheng whispered to Yun Feng.

"Oh, okay, Brother Knife." Yun Feng hurriedly responded.

There was a big swordsman who was originally confronting Yun Feng, but when he saw that Liu Zheng had eliminated the others, he changed his target and slipped away.

Liu Zheng, who played at full strength, went on a rampage like a tank, and the rule that no more than five people could besiege became his protection mechanism.

A siege of less than four people is no threat when Yunfeng protects his back.

The long stick in his hand is as elusive as a ghost, and even a crescent shovel of more than 30 catties can play with the power of flowers, and playing with a wooden stick is as simple as the chief dancer of the National Dance Theater dancing in the ancient style.

Of course, he didn't dare to use a wooden stick on the battlefield, and it broke with a hammer.

With a blow to the wooden sword on the shoulder, Liu Zheng hit the last opponent's head with a stick.

At this time, Yun Feng had also been hit three times and exited, and Liu Zheng was the only one left in the originally crowded arena.

"Champion! Wallace! Champion! Wallace! The audience was cheering for him, and Liu Zheng just glanced at it and walked towards the exit.

Such a cold performance seemed to arouse the enthusiasm of the audience even more, and they roared like fanatical followers of the Serpent Cult.

"Sure enough, there are brainless fans in every world." Liu Zheng came to a conclusion.

"Your reputation will be faster than your sword, are you interested in attending the tournament in a week?" The owner of the arena looked as if he had just changed his face.

"How much is the bonus?"

"Five thousand, you can also bet on yourself, up to ten thousand dinars." The Arena Boss seduced.

"If I have time, I might go." Liu Zheng did not say dead.

"The top three in this athletic tournament can participate in next month's Bozhi City Continental Athletic Conference, and the best fighters in all Pande will participate. Moreover, the reward for the champion is said to be a very precious gem. "The Arena Boss has a little bit to the bottom of.

"Okay, I'll be there. By the way, how often does real sword fighting? Liu Zheng asked.

"Every day."

"It's great." Liu Zheng took the money bag and left the arena with Yun Feng.