Lao Zhaohua took the little beggar to Qiancheng, and after a long time in the streets and alleys, he finally stopped in front of a lively tavern, and the two of them at this time were different from the appearance of the Bai family. Just as the little beggar was wondering, the old flower had already slowly stepped in.

Suddenly, the second junior of the enthusiastic shop greeted him and smiled: "What does the guest officer want?" ”

"What?"

"Sauce elbows, roast goose legs, small peanuts, big pot of wine. ”

"Neither, drink tastefully. ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, the light in his eyes flashed, "Objective private room, please, you are satisfied." Regardless of whether the two of them followed, he went upstairs and went up the wooden ladder until he reached the innermost room.

"Objectively drink to the fullest. Xiao Er bowed down and smiled, and then retreated.

"Do you drink or eat belly today?"

"Practice fighting. ”

The little beggar frowned when he heard this, and fought with his mouth? The book doesn't seem to be the way to fight.

Lao Zhaohua pushed open the door and walked in, the interior of the house was exquisitely furnished and very elegant. Without saying a word, he walked straight towards the large ink splash painting in front of him, and disappeared into it. The little beggar looked at the invisible old flower, and immediately widened his eyes, and the light was bright, and he jumped in.

The surroundings suddenly turned from white to black, and they were very uncomfortable, and countless sounds came from all sides, mixed together, and they couldn't hear clearly.

"My door is in the painting?" asked the little beggar, looking at the old flower standing in front of her.

"It's just an entrance, not in the painting. ”

He poked his head out from behind the old flower, and finally saw the scene in front of him.

The whole field is not very large, and there is a round platform around the middle, and two people are standing looking at each other in a deep voice.

"Ring?" the little beggar asked. He has seen this in the novel, the big competition of the sect, it is commonly used to recruit relatives and sons-in-law, and he suddenly won the championship alone, so he is not domineering. But in the drowsy atmosphere in front of him, this round platform is not so powerful.

There are a circle of people around, about a thousand, the venue is not too big, and the various positions are a little crowded, but there is an area that seems to be relatively empty, with only a few seats.

"Presbyopia, a little cold. "The surroundings were dark, only the round platform was much brighter. Although you can see the figures all around, the atmosphere is really depressing.

"The name of this station is not cold. ”

"Huh, what's the name?"

"Ascend Sendai. Lao Hua looked at the bright round platform and said in a deep voice.

"Looking at the ethereal without immortals, it seems to be a crooked way. ”

"Knock on the immortal gate with the evil way. ”

The little beggar didn't understand this very well, and looked at the two people who were already scuffling together in the field, and the cheers in the stands around him continued, only the sparse one seemed quieter.

The two people in the field punched and kicked, Gu was ruthless, his crotch was eyeballed, and his moves were all towards the other party's fragile attack. The round platform was semi-enclosed, but instead of being surrounded by an iron fence, a row of weapons stood around both sides, and the light shone on it, faintly bright.

"Is there a reward for fighting in the ring?"

"No, maybe there is. Lao Zhaohua said ambiguously, and then added, "If you are favored by the people in that place, you may have it." He bowed his head towards the quiet spot in the stands.

"The family of Qiancheng?" the little beggar's eyes darkened a little.

"Yes, there are some people who are in the city, and maybe they are there. ”

"Old flower, how many immortals are here. This question was a bit abrupt, but Lao Hua didn't think so.

"There are more immortals outside the field than ordinary people. ”

When the little beggar heard this, he glanced at him, some cheered, some were silent, some frowned, and some laughed and cried. Eighty percent of the applause and laughter were made, and the rest were silent. He seemed to understand something, and it became more and more uncomfortable.

"That's the way the world is. The old man on the side spoke lightly, and his voice was a little erratic in the noisy cheers, "The game of the strong, the weak will act." You don't need to be paid, and you may have to pay for your life. ”

That smile and laughter, which should have been bright and warm, looked so ugly at this time.

"They can be otherwise. The little beggar stared at the two people in the field who had turned to draw their swords, and the cheers outside the field were even louder for a while.

"Qiancheng is where cultivators and ordinary people live together, who doesn't desire the ability of immortals. Since they have chosen, most people are conscious. ”

The little beggar was silent, and Lao Minghua continued: "It is too difficult for ordinary people to break the shackles, and they lack bones. There is a saying that God has the virtue of a good life, it is true. There are thousands of avenues, and it opens the most vivid path for mortals, and what is needed is not a root bone, but blood. ”

"Am I going to take this road too?" The little beggar looked at the moment of blood red that suddenly rose in the field, and there was a burst of cheers in his ears, and the man with the knife stood on the stage panting, his face was a little red with blood, and he stared at the fallen man with wide eyes, and his eyes were a little hollow.

"Gotta walk around. ”

When the little beggar heard this, he didn't ask why, but nodded heavily.

"You can't use swords and spearmen on both sides. ”

The little beggar looked up at the old man and looked puzzled.

"Only the original whip. Lao Hua stretched out his hand and handed the whip to the little beggar, since he arrived at the Bai family, all his bags were taken away by Lao Hua. The little beggar took advantage of the big iron sword that begged him when no one was around, and wanted to make love with the sword spirit girl, but he always called the flower and didn't give it, saying that the sword spirit girl didn't treat him.

"Only with a whip?"

"You don't use a sword. Lao Hua replied that the sword was used to kill, and he didn't dare to be a little beggar.

"Am I going to be killed?"

"Can't die. ”

Lao Hua's gaze and the little beggar looked together, and some of them couldn't say anything and danced in their eyes.

......

The little beggar walked down the steps to the stands, and the closer he got to the round platform, there were more and more frowning people, some of them were still tangled in their eyes, some of them were fierce, some of them were blank and empty, and some were numb and godless. He saw it all.

As soon as he got out of the stands, someone came over and took him to take notes. There are many people in charge of the more than ten stairs that come down from the stands, and this is probably the only order in this dark place.

It doesn't cost money to fight on stage, and what you earn is the entrance fee for the spectators, but the visitors don't come in vain, and the stands are divided into more than a dozen areas, each with a gambling game to buy and sell.

What kind of game it was? The little beggar didn't understand.

The two people who came on the stage before were probably the first couple today, and the pool of blood was left on the stage, which was very dazzling, and the next batch came on stage again.

The round platform was simple but not sloppy, and the rough stone floor was full of small protrusions of burrs and thorns, and no matter how much blood was poured, it would not slip. When two numbers were read on the spot, two more were replaced. The newcomer took the number he had just typed, and seemed to have received a hand full of blood, a hundred numbers, but he couldn't count them all.

The little beggar watched many scenes, and there was blood on the stage, but not all the scenes were bloody, but most of the people on stage had complicated expressions, and the ones with cold eyes were the fierce characters.

When he stood on the stage, he knew what kind of stout man he was up against. The man on the opposite side also looked at him, his chest was slightly hunched, and he saw that he was a hairy boy, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The cheers in the stands suddenly became much quieter, and there was some embarrassment. The two sides of this fight, betting on the spectators are all aware in advance, and the pitiful few coins on the little beggar are not as eye-catching as the shiny stones on the strong man's side. It's not that someone is optimistic about the little beggar, in that piece of shiny, a few inconspicuous copper plates, but there are more other meanings.

At this time, the little beggar looked at the tall and strong man opposite with a heavy expression, and his right hand held the short whip hanging from his waist, but he couldn't stop the heavy gasping sound of the tip of his nose.

The strong man didn't take a weapon, so he rushed towards the little beggar in a daze, the round platform did not shake, but he splashed the blood on the ground with one kick, which was reflected in the eyes of the little beggar.

To deal with this kind of hairy boy, he still knows how to deal with it, just scare it, and then arrest it when he is confused. In fact, the whole venue, as big as a little beggar, is very rare, and even most of the time it is not seen.

Undried blood stirred up in the air, and the little beggar's hand holding the whip became tighter and tighter. He didn't run away, although he could, but he knew that this was not the ultimate goal, and when the fierce man came near, he moved.

The big man thought that the little beggar was frightened, and when he got closer, his movements slowed down a little, and he reached out to grab the waistband of his trousers, but he never thought that the little beggar suddenly moved.

"Bang, click. There was a crisp sound of whips, followed by a cry of pain, and a red and spicy whip mark was left on the strong man. With the sound of the whip, there was a sudden silence in the field, and many incredible eyes followed suit, and then there were insults towards the strong man.

The big man reacted, his eyes were a little annoyed, and another whip hit him, and he hurriedly reached out to grab it, but the whip suddenly limped and was drawn on his arm, so painful.

The little beggar's footsteps were so fierce that he didn't dare to stop, and he didn't care about the splash of a lot of blood, and whipped it hurriedly. The man really ate a lot of whips, but he couldn't catch the little beggar, and his eyes became more and more fierce.

Although the strong man is not afraid of the whip, he has long been accustomed to the rough meat, but he has to bear the pain of inhaling and breathing.

The little beggar looked at the situation of the stout man, and his heart gradually sank. Although the short whip had stabbed him in the eye as much as possible, it was always blocked, and the two of them chased around the field for a while.

It's not a way, he is much worse than the man's physical strength, and the little beggar's escape is gradually slowing down.

Suddenly stopped, his body circled, missed the big hand he caught, and the short whip swung sharply in his hand, but it twisted up a pool of blood on the ground, splashed it, and turned around again, and the wind stabbed the man in the eye with the whip shadow.

Hit!

But the little beggar's whip was held by the strong man and pulled suddenly, and he suddenly didn't have time to let go, and fell to the strong man. Although the little beggar threw himself forward, he also twisted his body sharply, but after all, he was caught in his hand by the rough man and suddenly lifted up.

The whip still didn't stab the man's eyes, and when the little beggar was calculating him, why wasn't he waiting for an opportunity? When the whip arrived in front of him, the little beggar had no time to change direction, but he grabbed that moment, closed his eyes and raised his head violently, and the short whip cut a trail of blood under the corner of his eye, and blood splashed out of his eye sockets, but he was not blind.

The strong man holding the little beggar was panting in his mouth, his chest was constantly rising and falling, and the fierce light in his eyes was constantly stirring, rising and rising, and he was almost planted in the hands of the little beggar.

The hands raised above his head suddenly exerted force, and the man grabbed the little beggar and ran towards the edge of the round platform violently, and the muscles of his arms were retracted, and suddenly there were screams of pain and exclamation.