The beggar spread his hands indifferently and leaned against the city wall, "Whatever you want, I'm just a waste person who has been beaten up and cultivated, there is no need to lie to you, and I can't threaten you." ”

Ye Feng looked stunned, looked at the beggar deeply, his brows gradually soothed, and finally held the rag ball in his hand and thanked him.

"Wait!"

The sloppy beggar raised his hand to stop Ye Feng, who was about to leave, straightened up, and asked, "Can you show me your hand?"

Ye Feng hesitated for a moment, blinked, spread out his left hand, and stretched out.

The beggar held his hand and glanced at it lazily, until he saw the hideous scar on Ye Feng's palm, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he snatched his right hand away like an electric shock, and muttered to himself while groping and observing, "This... Could it be providence?"

After a long time, the sloppy beggar let go of Ye Feng's hands and slowly leaned against the city wall, the whole person seemed to be very tired.

Ye Feng glanced at the beggar who was behaving strangely, did not open his mouth to ask, thought about it, took out ten taels of silver from his arms, put it next to the man, and finally turned to leave.

"If that piece of cloth can help you, please help me kill a person named Sun Jiudan in the future!"

The sloppy beggar suddenly opened his eyes, shouted at Ye Feng's back, then closed his eyes again, and muttered to himself: "Qingmiao trickles and purifies the mortal heart, the eight desolate fire lotus quenches the golden body, the double dragon is entrenched in the tiger's mouth, who is the heart of the west with a sword?"

After that, the beggar went limp, leaned against the wall, and fell into a deep sleep, without even looking at the silver ingots at his feet.

In the morning of the next day, Ye Feng put on his back after practicing boxing, carried the Xuanjiao wrapped in black cloth, and left the inn, planning to visit Shenshu City and learn about the customs here.

After inquiring all the way, he finally came to Tianfan Street, the most lively street in Shenshu City.

The nature of this Tianfan Street is similar to that of Kangding Mansion, accommodating all kinds of top shops in Shenshu City, but it is not as large as Kangding Mansion, and it is not heavily guarded, so any ordinary person can enter and exit at will.

Only after entering the wide street entrance with the big plaque of Tianfan Street, Ye Feng was attracted by the bursts of applause not far away.

Following the prestige, I saw a group of old people, women and children, all surrounding the ring built of mahogany, looking forward to watching, in the ring, two shirtless, tendon flesh sturdy men, are scuffling together.

"This should be the wrestling of the Golden Kingdom, right?"

The young man said secretly in his heart.

Moving his steps to the ring and looking at it for a moment, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart.

The fight between the two men on the stage has no skills at all, just a simple effort to keep falling around, and there is no beauty at all.

"If this kind of competition is in Da Song, I'm afraid that I will lose a few boxes of eggs, right?"

The boy whispered to himself.

I didn't pay attention for a while, and the winner was already divided on the stage.

One of the men with hemp rope on his head was dizzy when he threw his opponent, and after falling to the ground, he clenched his fists and raised them above his head with an excited expression, his face was full of pride, and there was a round of applause and shouts from the audience.

The man looked at the crowd proudly, his eyes just caught Ye Feng's sneer, and he couldn't help but raise his hand angrily to point at the young man, and shouted and asked, "Little ghost, what are you laughing at?"

Ye Feng looked around, and made sure that the man was pointing at himself, he was somewhat embarrassed, held back for a long time, and replied: "Big brother, I really didn't want to laugh at you, I just didn't hold back for a while....."

When the man heard this, he was even more angry, and hooked his finger at Ye Feng, his face full of arrogance, "If you don't accept it, you will come up and compete with me, try if you can walk through my hand and hide under what are you laughing at?"

"Uh..."

Ye Feng was quite embarrassed, he was just casually watching the excitement, and he didn't want to get involved in this ring competition, so he blinked and replied politely: "Big brother, I'm ..... I just watched the excitement and didn't want to fight you. ”

"No way!"

The man didn't let go of Ye Feng at all, he craned his neck and shouted: "If you don't accept my challenge, you will humiliate me, according to the rules of Divine Tree City, I can beat you to half death and just leave one breath!"

"Don't worry, I'm better than me!"

Ye Feng hurriedly raised his hand to stop the man, pursed his lips helplessly, and walked towards the ring, complaining in his heart about this man's unreasonableness and the customs of Divine Tree City, "It's just a laugh, as for being so serious." ”

Ye Feng, a thin young man, just stepped into the ring, and the crowd broke out into laughter.

Indeed, when he is only fourteen years old, he and the sturdy man with a tiger's back really feel very disproportionate.

Especially on a cold day, the man was still sweating bare-chested, while Ye Feng was wearing a thick jacket full of patches, but he still looked so thin.

This made the surrounding spectators sigh for a while, the two people on the secret platform are not opponents of the same level at all.

The man with a hemp rope on his head looked at Ye Feng's thin body, and he was also a little embarrassed to do it, and waved his hand impatiently, "Hey! Forget it, you apologize to me and go down, I'm afraid that I will fall you to death if I have more strength." ”

"Don't!"

Ye Feng raised his hand weakly, "Big brother, you see I'm here, let's talk about it after the fight, if it doesn't work, you can do it lightly." ”

The boy took off his basket and put it on the ground, put the sword in his hand on it, and finally turned his head to look at the sturdy man with a smile.

The shirtless strong man twisted his eyebrows and nodded, rubbed his chin with one hand, supported his arm with the other, and smacked his lips: "Well, it seems to make some sense." ”

The man looked at Ye Feng with a very serious expression, "Okay, then I'll light it later!"

Ye Feng hugged the man, opened his feet, and put on a Fuhu fist starting pose.

The man clenched his fists with both hands and hammered his head, and the crackling sound of the hammer caused the young man to discuss again.

This is not because the man deliberately pretends, but because this is the rule of wrestling in Jinguo, which means to show respect for the opponent and cheer himself up.

It's just that Ye Feng, who was unconscious when he first arrived here, looked at the man's antics and almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

When the audience saw Ye Feng's calm appearance, they were all curious about him, and they all looked at the two people on the stage with anticipation, for fear of missing any wonderful picture.

"Ahhhhh

The shirtless strong man snorted, lifted his breath, bent his back slightly, hung his hands on his knees, and walked slowly towards Ye Feng.

Just as the man was about to make a move, Ye Feng suddenly made a stop gesture, and asked with a smile: "Big brother, are there any forbidden moves in this competition?"

The man was an anxious man, and when he was interrupted by Ye Feng, he was furious again, his hands were crossed on his hips, and he glared: "Hey~ Why are you so verbose?"

The man took a breath and gave an explanation: "Hmph, you can't attack the opponent with your knees and legs, you can only use your waist and hands, and you can fight for strength." ”

After that, he bent his back again, shook his body, and leaned in slowly.

Seeing this, Ye Feng stopped speaking, lowered his body in a similar way, his eyes were fixed on the man's feet, and he paid attention to the man's every move.

"Hey~!"

The man shouted violently, rushed towards Ye Feng with a fierce momentum, and at the same time raised two big hands like a fan and grabbed the young man's shoulders.

Just as the man's fingertips were about to touch Ye Feng's clothes, the latter just dodged, and passed through his armpit flexibly, wrapped around the man's back, and made him pounce!

The big man didn't catch Ye Feng, but hugged himself, turned his head left and right, but didn't find the figure of the young man, and he was a little confused for a while.

glanced at the audience, and suddenly found that everyone was covering their mouths and snickering, and at the same time, they were also raising their hands and pointing behind themselves.

When he turned to look, he saw that the thin young man was looking at him with a smile.

The man instantly felt humiliated, raised his hand and pointed at Ye Feng, and asked angrily, "What are you hiding? Why don't you let me catch you!"

This question made Ye Feng a little crying and laughing.

The young man looked at the big man and shrugged his shoulders, "Big brother, what's wrong with me hiding?

The man couldn't answer a word choked by Ye Feng, so he clenched his fists in annoyance, pounded them on his chest, screamed in his mouth, and rushed towards the boy again.

"Wait!"

Ye Feng raised his hand again to stop it, and said with a wink: "Big brother, why is there no referee in this ring?

The sturdy man was interrupted by Ye Feng one after another, and he was about to cry out angrily, held back for a long time, and replied to the young man in a begging tone:

"Little ghost, can you not be so verbose? This is a flowing water ring, three games a day, anyone can come up to compete, the audience is the referee, I have won for six days in a row, and if I win you, I will be the champion of this round of competition!"

Ye Feng frowned and nodded, his body sank suddenly, his hands were over his knees, he stared at the man, and said with a serious expression: "Come on!"

After all, Ye Feng is still a teenager, everyone has a competitive heart, and when he heard that he could directly win the championship by defeating a man, the young man couldn't help but be a little eager to try.

The man was stunned by Ye Feng, who suddenly changed his aura, but when he looked at the thin figure of the young man, he was confident again, and he screamed in his mouth, rushing like a bull.

Ye Feng didn't move, he had already seen with his eyes that the man was probably an ordinary martial artist in the second realm of body training, and he was confident that he could defeat the enemy with one move.

The two were close to each other, Ye Feng's left hand suddenly clamped the wrist of the big man's right hand, and then grabbed the armpit of the big man with his right hand, his body turned, his waist exerted force, and he fell over-the-shoulder, throwing the man straight out of the ring, and fell heavily in the ring.

The man's facial features twisted together painfully, and he tried to raise his breath, but he couldn't stand up for a while.

The crowd in the audience was silent for a while, and then thunderous applause broke out in an instant, praising Ye Feng's martial arts one after another.

In the ring, the thin young man stood straight with his feet together, hugged his fist at the audience, turned to the man and smiled: "Big brother, you will be able to stand up in a while, it's okay." ”

Ye Feng bowed slightly to the man, turned around and walked to the back basket, intending to take something and leave.

As soon as he bent down, the young man suddenly felt the ground tremble under his feet, and the sword lying across the basket was shaken.

At the same time, only a neutral woman's voice was heard, and it came from afar through the crowd:

"Little hero! I'm coming! I'm the initiator of this round of the ring! Whoever wins will have me!"