Chapter 85

Weighing the cloth bag in his hand and looking at Yong Shoulu who fell in front of him, Zhao Sheng was in a good mood.

It's not easy to meet such a wonderful flower.

A hundred spirit stones is definitely not a small number. Who let the external disciples of the green gate receive only 20 spirit stones a month? I just don't know if Yong Shoulu will be furious when he finds that he is missing a hundred spirit stones after he wakes up.

He stood up and carried Yong Shoulu's body to the bed in his bedroom.

I'll have to collect the wool in the future. If I get sick from the cold and the wool grows slowly, it's not good.

After picking his eyebrows, Zhao Sheng sat cross legged on a futon, running the mysterious formula to directly transport the alcohol out of his body.

After taking out the long-time Yirong props, Zhao Sheng began to perform Yirong on his face.

After a time of incense, "Yong Shoulu" walked out of his room and went straight to the martial arts competition hall of daoqingmen. Of course, if he was more accurate, he went straight to the small martial arts competition hall next to the martial arts competition hall.

"Stop! Who are you? Don't you see that it says here that idlers stop?!" a sour woman's voice sounded and stopped the way of "Yong Shoulu".

After looking at the woman and showing a kind smile, "sister a Zi, right? Elder martial brother long asked me to come."

In this small building, there is a small Biwu hall with the same nature as underground, black and fist. If the newcomers want to go in without acquaintances to lead the way, or organize the people of this small Biwu hall to come forward, it is absolutely difficult to go in.

Therefore, no acquaintances lead the way, and no one comes forward. Naturally, it is not the real Yong Shou Lu, but Zhao Sheng who is easy to live.

Zhao Sheng, who had been here in his previous life, was naturally familiar with the rules here.

Sister a Zi is one of the gatekeepers of this little Biwu hall.

Elder martial brother long? Is a non-existent person. But it can be said to be a code for this organization.

"Oh? Please come in." the woman glanced curiously, glanced around, and opened the door to release Zhao Sheng, who was Yi Rong and Yong Shoulu.

After walking through three doors in succession, Zhao Sheng's eyes suddenly lit up. Then there was a loud noise.

Night is the busiest time in the small martial arts competition hall.

"Hit him! Kill him!" "come on! Didn't you eat!"

"I bought you 300 spirit stones. Why did you lose? Go to hell!"

With a slight hook in the corner of his mouth, he looked at several people who were fighting bloody battles in the challenge arena, as well as those men and women who stood looking at the sky and were shouting with red faces and thick necks.

Back then, Zhao Sheng was a member of the stands. He will also lose all the Lingshi in his hand or make a lot of money because of a game. At the same time, he will roar because of the player's defeat or victory.

It's just unexpected that Zhao Sheng will no longer stand in the stands, but will appear in the challenge arena.

"Hmm? Who are you?" a little brother in the registry asked quickly when he saw the sudden appearance of "Yong Shoulu".

"I'm introduced by elder martial brother long to participate."

"Oh? Do you want to join the weapon group or the fist group?"

"Let's just try if my fists are rusty. There's no need to use a knife to rob."

Zhao Sheng originally wanted to participate in the weapon group, but the object he changed was one who used a long stick.

"OK, then fill in this form and wait in the waiting area. I'll call you when you arrive." the little brother handed a form to Zhao Sheng. At a glance, what is involved in the table is nothing more than some basic problems such as cultivation.

After three or two times, Zhao Sheng went to the waiting area and waited.

"Buy a hundred spirit stones and win each time. It only takes three or four games to get enough spirit stones."

In this way, time passes minute by minute.

"Whose names are Qilin and heroes? They're coming out!" at the door of the waiting area, a plump, round and charming woman stood there, shouting two names.

No matter how hot the atmosphere here is, it is only an underground organization after all. Even with the acquiescence of the sect, it is definitely not a fair thing.

So everyone who takes part in the competition here will choose to use a code.

Qilin is the code name Zhao Sheng used for himself. What he changes is Yong Shoulu. The homophony will cause his arm to look like a code.

Standing up, Zhao Sheng glanced at the hero who stood up almost at the same time.

This hero has a little long short inch hair in front, a handsome face, beautiful facial features and extremely handsome.

In this underground arena, there is an unwritten rule that both sides of the competition can't talk to each other from beginning to end. Otherwise, it will be directly judged negative.

So both of them just stared at each other coldly without any other action.

"Follow me," said the plump woman, twisting her hips and walking towards the challenge arena.

At the same time, in this space, a sound came up.

"Challenge arena No. 3, boxing and foot group. Kirin, cultivation in the later stage of the day after tomorrow. Hero, cultivation in the early stage of congenital. The game starts after a incense stick, and the bet has begun."

"Hua ~" the originally noisy space suddenly became more noisy after the sound sounded.

"Is it congenital again? Is this going to send us a spirit stone? I missed this good thing last time. I can't miss it again this time."

"Yes, and look at them. The guy the day after tomorrow looks vain and looks like kidney deficiency."

"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

"Oh, you can be satisfied if you earn some money. No matter what, it's more than the spirit stone you received in a month. Let's go. We can't buy it in a while."

In the eyes of these people, the acquired accomplishments are very different from the innate accomplishments.

"Can I bet?" Zhao Sheng went to one of the four betting tables and deliberately lowered his voice.

"Ah? Here, if the contestants want to bet, they can only bet on themselves. You..." suddenly saw Kirin, who is regarded as a loser by everyone, coming to him. The responsible little brother was also startled. He thought the Kirin came to ask, or he wanted to buy his opponent to win.

"What's my odds?" Zhao Sheng certainly won't buy his opponent to win.

Besides, if you buy an opponent with innate cultivation to win, how much can you win even if you take all 100 spirit stones?

The little brother took a look at the data recorded in front of him, and then replied, "one pays five."

"Hiss... It's very high. Come on, come on, this is a hundred spirit stones. I'll buy them all and win by myself."

Looking at Zhao Sheng, the responsible little brother thought he had heard wrong: "what? You say it again? You want to buy it and win it yourself?"

"Yes, I buy and I win."