Glancing at the freshly healed wound in his hand, Zhang Mu took out a pig-killing knife, stepped out of the room, and a chubby voice turned out to be outside the door, he was surprised: "Steward Wang?" ”

"I'll give you a pig-killing knife, otherwise your weapons will definitely not be able to fight others." Steward Wang raised his hand and shook it, and a cold light shone on the door panel next to Zhang Mu, and it was indeed a sharp and sharp pig-killing knife.

The corners of Zhang Mu's mouth twitched, even if you send a knife, you don't need to be a pig-killing knife, you are too poor, you can only use a pig-killing knife, it doesn't mean that you like pig-killing knives.

Perhaps seeing Zhang Mu's thoughts, Steward Wang shrugged: "Don't underestimate it, this knife is a former senior, killing millions, and also adding Xuantie, whether it is evil qi or material, it is the top mortal soldier, even if it collides with ordinary spirit soldiers, it will not have too many disadvantages for a while." ”

Zhang Mu's expression moved, revealing a look of interest, Xuantie he had heard, it was a very precious material, he reached out and pulled out the pig killing knife, his hand was cold, and there was a strong evil aura permeating, it was really a murder knife.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Mu said sincerely, even if he knew that the steward was helping him purposefully, he was still very grateful, because what the other party did was what he urgently needed.

"I hope you get off to a successful start." Steward Wang waved his hand, turned around and walked away slowly.

Zhang Mu pulled out the knife, turned it twice and disappeared, he walked out of the fish market and went to the martial arts arena.

The so-called martial arts arena is a place specially prepared by the sect for disciples and others to resolve disputes, and it is also a place for competitions.

The Douwu Field is located on the mountainside, occupying an area of several miles, divided into upper and lower halves, the first half is for the inner disciples, and the second half is for the outer disciples, and the inner is divided into different small areas, the outer area is black, and the innermost area is blood.

As long as you enter, you can do it, but you can't kill people in the black area, but you can't kill people in the blood area, which is also called life and death fighting.

Outside the martial arts area, there is an audience seat, on which others can watch the fighting situation, except for the stewards in the martial arts fighting area, only the martial artists can enter, otherwise they are likely to be attacked by others if they enter rashly.

Basically, there will be people fighting here during the day, and some are specifically making money by fighting martial arts, because the sect has a leaderboard, and the top ones are rewarded, and they can also gamble when fighting martial arts, so many people like to fight martial arts here, which is much more exciting than ordinary gambling, and can also improve strength and increase popularity.

Zhang Mu was here for the first time, and he was still startled by the liveliness of the martial arts arena, the noisy shouts, and the collision sound during the martial arts made him feel an emotion.

Crazy!

Many people here are crazy, both men and women, which makes the temperature here seem to be a little higher, which makes his blood boil subconsciously.

"It seems good here."

Zhang Mu muttered, his gaze shifted, and soon stopped at a figure, becoming cold.

Ye Qingtian came earlier than him, wearing loose clothes and a golden long sword hanging from his waist, looking at him coldly.

"You will pay for your hubris." Ye Qingtian opened his mouth, and it was still in his ears from a distance of hundreds of zhang, which showed that his cultivation was profound.

"I'm here to defeat you, if your mother sees that her son will one day be defeated by the scumbag in her eyes, I don't know how she feels." Zhang Mu said with great interest.

"I hope you still have the confidence you have now." Ye Qingtian held the golden long sword and turned around towards the entrance of the martial arts arena.

"The twenty-first district will start immediately, the odds are one to two, buy and leave!"

As soon as he got closer, he heard someone shouting, and Zhang Mu listened to it with a twitch of cheeks, and thought that he could fight quietly, but now it seems difficult to do, because he will become the object of other people's watching, and he will be used to gamble.

He didn't pay too much attention to it, came to the entrance, and took out the identity token: "Douwu, and him." ”

Zhang Mu pointed at Ye Qingtian, who also took out the identity token, and the steward instantly asked, "Pudou or Deathmatch?" ”

Pu Dou is to point to the end, not to hurt people's lives, and the death fight is naturally endless, generally no one will choose, unless there is a life and death feud that cannot be resolved.

"Pudou." Zhang Mu was not impulsive.

Ye Qingtian frowned, he thought that Zhang Mu would confidently choose to fight to the death, so that he would be able to kill this kid justifiably, but now that the other party is cowardly, according to the rules, he either chooses not to fight, or he can only fight.

"Pudou." Ye Qingtian said with some regret.

"Go to the twenty-second district, remember not to use anything other than weapons, including hidden weapons, forbidden drugs, talismans and all other auxiliary things, until the point is reached, no dead hands!"

The steward was expressionless, spoke in a formatted tone, nodded his head, and walked into the entrance, where the different areas were separated by stone slabs several feet high, with pathways in the middle and signs of different areas.

No. 22 is in the third row, ten zhang in length and width, and the hard stone slabs laid underground are completely enough for the outer disciples to fight.

Before I stepped inside, I faintly heard the sound of this area also opening, and the odds seemed to be one to three.

"I knew that I could make some money by betting on myself."

Zhang Mu muttered, falling into Ye Qingtian's ears, this was a naked provocation, and his face was slightly blue with anger.

"If you hadn't chosen ordinary fighting martial arts, you would have died here today!" He said in a cold voice.

Zhang Mu glanced at the latter, "On yourself or on what you have?" ”

Ye Qingtian stopped talking, to be honest, without the spiritual objects on his body, he was not sure to kill Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu stood opposite, there was a long-legged woman standing in the center, this woman was in her twenties, with short hair, not very beautiful, but very energetic, and looked capable, especially a pair of long legs in tight pants, which seemed to be full of explosive power,

He also sensed great danger from the other party, and thoughtfully guessed that this was a referee-like role.

"I won't say much about the rules, it's time to end it by yourself, I hope you don't let me make a move, otherwise you will regret it."

The woman cut a short sentence, and a little on the ground, the dust was shaken apart, and her body fluttered back to the wall, and at the same time spoke: "Begin!" ”

Some of the audience's eyes suddenly fell, and many of them were curious about Zhang Mu, Ye Qingtian and some of them knew, but Zhang Mu was basically unknown.

Boom!

Ye Qingtian drew his sword, the golden light on the sword body was sparkling, exuding a compelling edge, like a layer of hazy light, when the tip of the sword passed by the ground, even if there was no contact, there was a shallow scratch that appeared silently.

Zhang Mu's pupils shrank, with the aura he felt and the power of this sword, it should be a spiritual object that he had never seen before, and this sword should not be an ordinary sword, but a spirit sword.

He secretly held the pig-killing knife, he should be able to resist it, otherwise it would be bad.