Chapter 52: Fighting the Battle Table

Saying that Hu Yang went to register his name, the man asked twice, and when he saw that he was sure that he was going to fight Wuzun, there was no surprise on his face, and he wrote down his name.

After the registration was completed, Hu Yang did not go back to the stands, but stood aside and waited, he wanted to see who his opponent was.

When everyone was registered, the person who wrote read the contents of the two blank sheets of paper, then picked up the inkstone and brush beside him, and turned back to face the white cloth that was more than a foot wide.

I saw that he waved the brush in his hand in the air, and the white cloth immediately appeared in the air, and the speed was extremely fast, two breaths, on the right half of the white cloth brow that was more than one zhang high, the four characters of wind and wind were written big, and the font was vigorous and elegant, just like the person who wrote.

Hu Yang saw this miraculous writing method, although it was eye-opening, he didn't make a fuss.

He has already made up his mind that he will no longer make a fuss in case of trouble, like a turtle, which does not match the image and identity of the master. When the man finished writing his name, he saw that his name appeared twice, once in the infantry and once in the cavalry column, Chen Chu, the opponent of infantry and Wang Yu, the opponent of cavalry.

He knew that he didn't know these two people nine times out of ten, and he only knew three people in the Wind Department, Chen Yu, Chen Huai, and the black fat man. Is this Chen Chu Chen Yu's brother in the clan? Could it be that this Chen Yu family is very big, and the Wind Department will take out any one of them with the surname Chen?

There are no less than 100 names written in two halves on the white cloth list, with the two parts of the wind and the wind occupying half of the side, the upper part is the battle number designated by the king, and the lower part is the warrior who came to the stage to settle grievances, a total of more than 60 people, and the other half also has more than 50 names, all indicating the name of the war department and the realm of strength.

In the end, Hu Yang counted the names on the entire white cloth as one hundred and twenty-four, which means that there would be sixty-two battles.

After reading the battle list, Hu Yang no longer stayed, he was going to find the person who opened the village to buy chips, and when he found Liu Jiang and asked, he knew that he had to wait a little longer, and the dealer still had to set the odds. The best way is to buy an opponent and then deliberately lose the game or admit defeat when you play. This idea flashed in his mind and he rejected it,

The master wants a spade, but the master wants dignity even more!

Thinking about it, I can't think of a way to buy insurance, those martial artists Hu Yang don't know all about it, how to judge the probability of winning or losing? In the end, my head hurts, and the ferocity and ruffian nature in my bones come out again, and my heart is horizontal and my teeth are biting - buy myself!

He didn't know whether his foot combat was unreliable, but he was very sure that the horse battle was very unreliable, so he made a desperate bet and bought all his own foot battles! If the horse battle started first, he would admit defeat directly when the enemy was not ready, and then fight for his life during the foot battle.

If the foot battle starts first, the master will directly put his life on the game, and if he wins, he will count the spars to live a happy life, if he loses, the master has already died, this time he really went to the underworld, and the debt master does not have to pay back.

was ruthless in his heart, and someone in front of the stage shouted that the soldiers of the martial arts competition were gathered, and the weapons were sealed. He knew that the purpose of the so-called sealing blade was to seal the blade of the weapon, so as not to easily cause death.

When I came to the side of the long platform, I saw a four-foot-high jet-black stove with a raging fire, I don't know what fuel was burning, smokeless and odorless, the flame in the hearth was blue, and the temperature was very high.

The warrior in charge of the furnace is black and thin, and the warriors who came to seal the blade all call him Master Wu, and it is estimated that this person is the legendary refiner. Master Wu took the warrior's weapon, stretched the weapon into the hearth, and without seeing any movement or reciting any mantra, he pulled the weapon out in two breaths, and the blade of the weapon was wrapped in a silver metal.

When it was Hu Yang's turn, he handed over the two burning sticks, and Master Wu took over the back, and said leisurely: "I haven't seen a martial artist refined by pure Tianhuang black iron for a long time, this weapon should be from the martial arts pavilion of the Mo family's black iron fort, eight hundred refinements, but unfortunately it is a mortal soldier." ”

Without looking at Hu Yang, after finishing speaking, he put two weapons into the furnace one by one, and took two breaths and pulled them out. When I took a look, the blade of the black iron sword was wrapped in that silver metal, and it became three or four points thick, and the tip of the sword also became a round head, and the edge of the long knife was the same.

Back to the stands, Liu Jiang said that he had opened a village, and three villages had been opened, one was opened by the king, and one village was opened by the whirlwind department and one village each in the black wind department. The place where the village was opened was under the high platform in front of it, and there were three tables on the left, middle and right, and a warrior sat behind the table, and a cloth list was hung behind the warrior, on which the number of martial arts matches and odds were written.

Called Liu Hai and Liu Jiang to the table of Dawang Kaizhuang, and looked at the odds of several warriors of the Wind Department on the list: Zhang Cong and Chen Chao in the foot, one to one; Wei Chengma to fight Jiang Heng, one to one; Jiang Shan to fight Wang Lang, one to one; Wu Kuang to fight Cui Hu, one to one; Hu Yang to fight Chen Chu, one to one; Hu Yangma to fight Wang Yu, one to one; Men Xingwang to fight Cai Kang, one to one; Men Xingsheng to fight Du Gang, one to one......

I watched other games, all of them were one to one.

Hu Yang was speechless, you loser girl has a problem with your brain, and the local tyrant can't play like this, what's the difference between this and Paijing? I almost bought the opponent to win in a fit of anger, and when I asked, I knew that it was a foul to buy the opponent, so I was so angry that I turned around and left, and I didn't want to think about what kind of anger I was angry with.

When he came to the table of the Black Wind Department, he didn't bother to look at the odds of other people, and directly found his name to take a look: Hu Yang fought Chen Chu, one lost fifteen, and Hu Yang fought Wang Yu, one lost thirty.

After reading the anger, you just look down on the master? There is actually a loss of thirty!

Looking at the entire list, their odds are the highest, and other people who are looked down by the dealer are at most one to five, one to three, and most of them are two to three, three to four.

What's even more unbearable is that in order to promote, the dealer wrote the word Hu Yang very strongly, and even put a horizontal bar under his name!

It's unbearable uncle, uncle unbearable, aunt unbearable, aunt unbearable, aunt and sister!

Hu Yang gritted his teeth, you wait for the master!

He came to the table of the whirlwind department again in a huff, and when he looked at the list text, the whirlwind department was not optimistic about himself, and the foot battle was ten to ten, and the horse battle was twenty-five to one. He didn't stop, and turned around and came to the table of the Black Wind Department.

"Brother Bangs, come here. Banker, I want to buy chips!"

"Little brother, which one do you buy?"

"I'll buy Hu Yang, foot battle, 200,000 spars!"

Seeing him speak and grit his teeth, the dealer was very puzzled. It is said that the Hu Yang kid is still a martial artist and a martial arts layman, and it was the king who punished him to let him compete.

Why do you have to gnash your teeth to send this spars?

"Hu Yang, the commander said, you can borrow a maximum of 50,000 spirit crystals, and I won't be able to seal any more. ”

Bangs are in a hurry, you guy is unpredictable, and his qi and blood are unstable behind you, I'm afraid.

"Brother Liuhai, what are you afraid of, just cover it, and I'll explain to Uncle Yuan when the time comes, it's a big deal that I'll give you the second ball. ”

Bangs are even more afraid, I don't want your two balls to send me with millions of spars, give it to me, and give it to me?

"Why don't I let Erqiu tell you?"

In the end, Liu Hai still compromised, and when he lost his heart, he helped to pay it back, and finally promised that the total number of spirit crystals would not exceed 100,000.

Hu Yang bought his own 100,000 step chips, and the dealer wrote the contract, tore half of it and handed it to him to take.

After buying the foot battle chips, he looked at the dazzling horizontal bar on the name of the list of Wenma Zhan and under his name, his face was pale, panting like a cow, and his eyes were bloodshot......

"Dealer, write me another 100,000 contract, and I'll buy my own horse to win!"

"Hu Yang, ......"

"Brother bangs, can Hu Yang mortgage the head on this neck to you?"

Speaking of which, Liu Hai was very helpless, crying and mourning, and finally stamped his mark on the contract very righteously.

Liu Jiang saw that he was aggressive, so he blindly trusted him and bought him 10,000 step chips of the spirit crystal, Liu Hai was indeed righteous, and he also closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to buy Hu Yang's 5,000 step battle chips.

The dealer couldn't close his mouth with joy, and the warrior who bought the chips on the side also showed pity in his eyes - these two guys estimated that they would work in vain in the next half a year, and the kid named Hu Yang would take at least three or five years, and after fighting with Wu Zun, I don't know if he can stand up, and it is estimated that it is more likely to go out sideways.

Ah, poor young man......

After buying the chips, Hu Yang returned to the front of the stands and sat in a rage, motionless like a stone carving, his face was pale, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his essence was flashing, and his hands were green and tendonous.

The soldiers around him didn't know why, thinking that he was scared like this, and couldn't help but feel very sympathetic.

"All silent...... The soldiers of the First Gale Legion will be ...... Start now...... Open the Fighting Arena ......"

One of the black towers on the high platform made a loud voice, the voice was rough but high-pitched, and it actually suppressed the noisy voices of more than 2,000 people in the audience, and clearly entered the ears of every martial artist present, as if it sounded directly in everyone's mind.

"In the first round of the competition, the samurai realm fought on foot, six games, twelve people competed at the same time, and the warriors whose names were read below came on the field. We respectfully invite the military adjudicator of this meeting, the martial saint seniors from the Central Plains Haoran Holy Sect to enter. A warrior in jet-black armor who looked like an officer announced loudly from the high platform.

When Hu Yang heard the word Martial Saint, his heart moved, this was the first time he had seen a top master in the Martial Saint realm. Could it be the middle-aged man who writes?

He had made up his mind that even if Taishang Laojun stood in front of him in the future, he would no longer make a fuss, but the scene he saw next made him no longer calm, and his mouth was open enough to reach into a fist.

I saw that the middle-aged man in a gray robe flew up from the front of the high platform, flew into the air more than five zhang high, and floated to the sky above the center of the competition venue to stand in the wind, floating like a fairy!

The speed of the flight was not fast, silent, without any momentum, but it became more and more elegant and magical.

Hu Yang couldn't believe his eyes anymore, and this sudden scene subverted his thinking and cognition. There were no air fluctuations, no momentum, and no exhaust gas coming out of the man's buttocks, so why did he float slowly?

After a few breaths, he regained his ability to think, and only then did he see that the man was stepping on an artifact, a golden sword more than four feet long, to be exact.

I recalled the description of the martial arts realm recorded in the book "The First Knowledge of Martial Arts" that I had read, and it was recorded in the book that the martial artists of the martial emperor realm had been able to take off for a short time, and the black-armored officer just now introduced this person as a martial saint senior, so it was natural that he could take the sword into the air, but it was the first time he saw the martial artist take off, and he felt visually shocked.

Thinking of this, Hu Yang's heart was a little calm, but he was still envious, that posture and charm made people admire and worship, when will I reach such a state?

When Hu Yang came back to his senses, there were already twelve people in the arena, divided into six pairs, and stood opposite the six areas of the same size drawn by the white lines in the field. The gray-shirted middle-aged man was floating five feet above the center of the field, standing with his back on his back, and he didn't see him looking down, as if he had eyes all over his body, and he was confident that he could see all the details of the six battles.

No longer looking up at the gray-shirted man, his eyes looked at the pair of warriors closest to him. Both of them were not very old, only under twenty years old, one with a white complexion and the other with a slightly yellow complexion. The two stood opposite each other, their eyes looked at each other, their eyes were full of war, and it seemed that there was no small contradiction.

"Zhang Chi, I want you to go out sideways today, you bad thing!" the white-faced warrior said viciously.

"It's not certain who goes out sideways! If it is planted in my hands today, you will wait to lie down for a month! Next time, remember not to look down on people, you are just a little samurai, not a great character!"

Warriors with yellowish skins are more talkative.

The information revealed by the conversation between the two is very intriguing, one said that the other party didn't know what to do, the other said that the other party looked down on people, Hu Yang didn't bother to guess why, and heard the gray-shirted martial saint floating in the air announce in a faint tone: "The competition begins!"

The voice is not loud, and even the voice sounds very gentle, but it is clearly transmitted throughout the audience, including all the audience, and reaches the depths of everyone's hearts.