Walking on the bluestone street, Chu Feng looked left and right, and suddenly found that not far ahead, a large group of martial artists were gathered in front of a long table, shouting in their mouths, as if they were fighting to buy something.

And around this row of long tables, like hanging lanterns, several portraits are hung high.

One of the portraits depicts a man in a strong suit, with a resolute face, holding a spear, staring into the distance with a deep gaze, faintly with an unstoppable momentum.

The man in the painting is none other than Chu Feng!

In addition to Chu Feng, there are several portraits of other martial artists.

There are male warriors with knotted muscles and a bare head, and there are also female warriors with heroic postures and very delicate faces.

There are young people of sixteen or seventeen, and there are middle-aged people in their forties.

Even Chu Feng noticed that Lu Shaobai, the white-headed young man he met on the river halfway, was also among them!

And what surprised Chu Feng even more was that the portraits of the two brothers Xiong Wei and Xiong Wu were also hanging high there.

All the characters on the portrait are painted vividly, like living people, and all of them are mighty and extraordinary, and they look like great masters at a glance.

"Uncle Mu, what's going on?"

Chu Feng was very puzzled and immediately asked.

"That's a kind of betting activity initiated by the people of Hengshan Waizong, they listed the most powerful warriors in this tournament, made portraits, and added a few words of introduction, so that the warriors who came to watch the battle bet!"

Mu Zhendong said, "If you buy eight candidates who are the first or second on the list, you can definitely make a fortune! Of course, martial arts competitions have always been full of variables, and there are countless people who lose their butts because they lose their eyes!"

"I see!"

Chu Feng nodded, "They included me in it without my consent, which can be regarded as making money through my people, is this okay?"

"Well, in fact, this is also good for you! All the martial artists in the portrait are all popular martial artists who have won the list, if they can win the first and second place in the eight single lists, the Hengshan Outer Sect will also use this money to give back to these martial artists!"

Mu Zhendong said, looking at one of the portraits of a middle-aged martial artist, and couldn't help frowning.

"Uncle Mu, what's wrong?" Chu Feng asked.

"You see, the middle-aged martial artist in the portrait is named Lu Dangguang, he is thirty-five years old this year, and he has actually become a popular figure in this martial arts competition!"

Mu Zhendong shook his head and said, "This shows that the age limit for the martial artists participating in this martial arts competition has been relaxed for a few more years! The upper age limit can reach thirty-five years old!"

"Well, in this way, I have another group of competitors!"

Chu Feng understood the doorway to this.

Looking at the portraits of these dozen or so warriors hanging high, it seems that all of them are very powerful.

Chu Feng's gaze was fixed on the portraits of the two brothers, Xiong Wei and Xiong Wu, and when he saw this Xiong brother, a wave of blood suddenly surged, and his fists couldn't help but clench tightly!

"It seems that this year's martial arts competition must have seen a little more blood! At least, my spear and iron fist will drink the blood of the enemy even if I say anything!"

Chu Feng secretly thought in his heart, and the battle intent was surging in his heart!

"Hey, hey, the martial artists who have passed by, come and take a look! All the popular martial artists of this martial arts competition are all gathered here, and you are welcome to come and bet on the martial artists you are optimistic about! You can feast your eyes and make a fortune, is there anything better in the world than this?"

When they came here, the deacons from the other sects outside the Yokoyama who were in charge of betting began to beat gongs and drums.

"Dare to ask this martial master, how much is a bet?"

Lu Shaobai, Chu Feng, Chrysanthemum Mao, Qihua and the Xiong brothers, they are all eight gold and one note!

"Ah, I heard you right, it's so expensive? Five years ago, wasn't it only three golds and one bet? And why do those people want eight golds and one bet?"

"This year's martial arts competition has the 'three most' saying, the bet is naturally higher! And those martial artists are the most popular among the popular, in the future after they become the first of the eight lists, the sect will give them more rewards, and the bet will naturally be a little higher!"

"Ah, Lao Tzu is not bad for this one hundred and eighty gold, I missed this session, and I don't have to gamble if I have money in the next session!

Right now, around these tables where bets are placed, hundreds of warriors are noisily gathering here, and the scene is indeed very hot.

Hearing the man who bet on himself for 5,000 bets speak, Chu Feng couldn't help but smile, one bet for eight gold, bet five thousand at a time, this is 40,000 gold!

If the money is staked out, it is either a waste of money or a lot of money, which can be regarded as the handiwork of a small local tyrant.

"Boss Fei, in the past few years, you have opened the mountain to grow herbs, make money and make money, and you will bet 40,000 gold at once? Okay, I Liu Mang will also play with you!"

A middle-aged martial artist in his thirties shouted loudly, "I'm betting on Chrysanthemum Mao to get the first place in the eight lists, 6,000 bets, and get one vote!"

"Oh, six thousand bets!

"I'm betting on Lu Shaobai!

"What, ten bets? You bet on Lu Shaobai before you bet ten bets, aren't you afraid that he will turn around and kill you?"

For a time, the scene of betting was in full swing, and almost every martial artist placed more than ten or twenty bets.

Chu Feng paid special attention to the Fei Boss with a special glance, this person had a fat head and big ears, his appearance was not good, he was a sevenfold force in the refining period, but he dared to invest 40,000 gold on himself, he was also very optimistic about himself, and he was willing to rise and fall with himself, and live and die together.

"What a brave Boss Fei, you will make a lot of money!" Chu Feng said secretly in his heart.

"Nephew Chu Xian, don't you buy a few bets for yourself, and strengthen the morale on your side?"

Mu Zhendong asked with a smile.

"Hehe, I won't buy it myself!"

Chu Feng shook his head, "Uncle Mu, if anyone here wants to buy my bet, then buy more and buy less, whatever!"

"Hehe, okay. ”

Mu Zhendong nodded, and said loudly to the deacon in charge of betting, "I buy the first bet of Chu Feng's eight lists, 10,000 bets!"

"Wow! Who is this, such a big deal! 10,000 bets, that's 80,000 gold!"

"Hmm, isn't this the head of the Tianji Mu family?"

"That's right, exactly! The young man next to him is obviously Chu Feng Chu Gongzi!"

For these martial artists, Mu Zhendong and Chu Feng are both big names that are rarely seen on weekdays.

"I buy the two brothers of Xiong Wei Xiong Wu, 20,000 bets!"

Suddenly, a harsh and heavy voice sounded not far away!