When the paper man heard this, he was also stunned, but he didn't expect that the more he described, the more chaotic it became.

Cheng Mo looked at Zhao Xin'er and said secretly in his heart: "At the moment, this problem is not clear for a while. ”

"Zhao Xin'er, I'll tell you one thing, I must find the thousand-year-old tarantula blood thread right now, otherwise someone will die."

When Zhao Xin'er heard this, she pouted her cherry mouth, "This, I know there may be somewhere, but it is estimated that it is a little difficult to find a thousand-year-old tarantula bloodline, and it is dangerous." ”

"What danger?" Cheng Mo asked anxiously.

Zhao Xin'er hesitated for a moment and said, "It's that you have to defeat everyone who wants to get blood." ”

"What, defeat everyone who wants to get the bloodshot baby, is it, this is how Brother Zhao Huo's bloodline is obtained, hey, it's really cruel."

When Cheng Mo thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, he didn't expect to risk his life to find a bloodshot.

The paper man poked his head out, "Boss, you said you wanted to help me." ”

Cheng Mo looked at the paper man in the gap of the schoolbag, and plucked up his courage, "Don't worry, Mr. Paper, I, Cheng Mo will keep my promise." ”

There was a hint of perseverance in Cheng Mo's eyes, and he looked at Zhao Xin'er.

"Xin'er, please lead the way, let's go find blood."

Zhao Xin'er nodded and walked into an alley with Cheng Mo.

When I arrived at an ancient three-story wooden building, I stopped.

Zhao Xin'er pointed to the inside of the gate, "Chengmo, this is it, have you thought about it?" ”

Cheng Mo glanced at the wooden sign on the side of the door, which had a few big characters written on it, "Dou Qi Pavilion".

Cheng Mo heard the shouts inside, "Is this a place for lay people to compete in martial arts?" ”

"Xin'er, I've thought about it, let's go in."

Cheng Mo clenched his fists, and he was sure that he would get tarantula blood.

Cheng Mo and Zhao Xin'er walked in the door, and someone came up to greet them, "Hello, two, I don't know what to call them?" ”

Zhao Xin'er hugged her fist at the visitor, "It's easy to say, ethereal and dusty." ”

"Well, well, since the two of you don't want to reveal their identities, it doesn't matter, I don't know if the two are spectators or fighters."

Cheng Mo heard that the people who came to ask the fighters were going to go to the stage to compete.

"What's today's pay?"

"Hehe, this is a lot, there are four-grade Yuan Qi beads, paper talismans of the Taoist realm of Maoshan Southern Academy, purple blood peach wood sword, and rare hundred-year-old tarantula blood silk."

Cheng Mo heard the paper talisman of the Taoist realm of Maoshan Southern Courtyard again, "This paper talisman is really precious. ”

Cheng Mo looked towards the inner hall, which had three floors, and in the middle of the first floor was a ring court the size of half a basketball court.

After the ring field, there are rows of stands, the second and third floors are circular stands, and above the ring is the ceiling, hanging a large Tai Chi pattern ceiling lamp.

Seeing that Cheng Mo ignored him, the visitor asked, "Hehe, what I mentioned before will appear today, what treasure do you like?" ”

Cheng Mo smiled, "A thousand-year-old tarantula blood, is there one?" ”

The person who came looked at Cheng Mo carefully, and the request of this middle school student was beyond his expectations.

The visitor shook his head, "No, there is no whole market here." ”

Zhao Xin'er stepped forward and said, "Cheng Mo, do you have to use it for a thousand years?" ”

"It's not all, it's just that the odds of winning with a thousand-year-old tarantula blood thread will be a little higher."

Cheng Mo didn't look back at Zhao Xin'er, and said directly to the visitor, "Help me arrange the hundred-year-old tarantula bloodstain scene." ”

"Okay, report for repair."

"The second grade of the layman."

The person who came snorted coldly, "Well, I am very happy that the distinguished guest came to consume, but I also have to remind the distinguished guest, the hundred-year-old tarantula blood silk is the master of the third grade of the layman, and you are the cultivation of the second grade of the layman, are you sure you want to participate?" ”

"Thank you for the reminder, sign me up." Cheng Mo looked at the visitor with a firm gaze.

The person who came shook his head helplessly, "Okay, what is your mortgage?" ”

Cheng Mo touched his bag, took out a few paper talismans, and handed them to the visitor.

The person who came looked at the paper runes, his eyes lit up, "Hey, I didn't expect that there are so many paper runes of the Taoist realm of Maoshan Southern Courtyard on your kid." ”

"Okay, I'll sign you up."

Cheng Mo grinned at him, and took out another piece of paper to him, "This filial piety to you, help me arrange the game a little earlier, hurry up." ”

The person who came happily took the paper talisman, and his heart was pounding, this is the paper talisman of the Taoist realm of Maoshan Southern Academy, which belongs to him, but he has never gotten such a good thing.

"Okay, okay, leave it to me," the visitor said happily.

Cheng Mo and Zhao Xin'er found a seat and sat down, waiting for their names to be called.

Cheng Mo is also not sure in his heart, but he must fight, for the sake of the paper man, and for himself to be a little quiet in the future, so as not to think about Mr. Shangguan all day long, like a needle in his back.

The person who came was still trustworthy, and it didn't take long for him to take his turn to play.

Cheng Mo stepped into the ring, and his opponent was a muscular strong man with arms as thick as Cheng Mo's thighs.

The referee read out the rules of the game.

"It is forbidden to use dangerous techniques such as the use of fire in the competition to avoid causing fire; It is forbidden to use Taoist techniques that disturb the audience, such as illusions, etc., ......"

When Cheng Mo heard it, he felt that this was a forbidden rule, just like it was to restrain him, he wouldn't have many Taoist skills, and all the ones he could count were forbidden by the referee.

"Chicken feathers, I will have those kinds, they are all forbidden by you, what kind of hair is it."

Cheng Mo listened to the referee's reading, and his heart was in a hurry, if he continued to read it, would he only be beaten by standing.

After a while, there was finally one bear capture force left.

"Well, through the power passed on to me by my ancestors, as well as the ability to capture bear Ligang, I may be able to fight."

"Ding," after the referee bell rang, Cheng Mo clasped his fists at the strong man.

The strong man also raised his strong arm and easily hugged his fist.

When Cheng Mo raised his head, the strong man's iron fist had already hit him.

Cheng Mo didn't have time to dodge, and stretched out one hand to hold his fist.

After all, Cheng Mo is the cultivation of the second grade of the layman, and the other party is the cultivation of the third grade of the layman.

When Cheng Mo caught the fist, the back of his hand was directly punched to his chest by the strong man, and his body was pushed back two or three meters.

Cheng Mo shook off the sour hand that had been beaten, walked a few steps, and found his weakness.

The audience on the stage saw this scene and discussed curiously, "That kid is really a second-grade layman's cultivation, how can he resist the hard work of a third-grade layman." ”

"Yes, did they lie about their cultivation and deliberately create boo."

Zhao Xin'er saw that the cultivation of the second grade of the Chengmo lay was not seriously injured by the cultivation of the third grade of the layman, and he was constantly emotional.

"No wonder Senior Brother Zhao Huo has been talking about Cheng Mo, it turns out that he is really so powerful."