"Hmm"

  Liu Chuan Shen let out a cold snort, turned his back and walked away, saying in a low voice: "You unfilial son, youve disgraced the Wu Shi Money House. Apologize to Miss Shan at once!"

  Liu Chengfeng heard Liu Chuanshens voice, immediately turned around and looked over, his face changed greatly, the previous arrogance and clamor instantly disappeared cleanly.

  "Dad, I was just joking with Xiangxiang, Ill go apologize to her right now." Liu Chengfengs heart was filled with fear, and he immediately began to tremble.

  Seeing Liu Chengfeng like this, Liu Chuanshen let out a long sigh, even more disappointed, shook his head and said: "This rebellious son has made the Ninth Prince laugh at us, lets go to Wushi Arena now"

  Under Liu Chuan Shens lead, it wasnt long before Zhang Ruo Chen, Jiu Jun Zhu and Shan Xiang Qiang arrived at the Wu Shi Arena.

  The martial arena was packed with people, and everywhere one could see powerful warriors.

  Of course, there are also many martial artists with low martial arts attainments who stand on the periphery of the arena, observing and learning from the fighting skills of those powerful martial artists.

  Liu Chuan Shen arrived at Wu Citys Arena and immediately left for the deepest palace in the arena, where something important was waiting to be done.

  Zhang Ruochen, Jiugunzhu and Shan Xiangqian walked into the Yellow Grade Martial Palace.

  The Huangji Wudou Palace is a circular building, very ancient, divided into six layers, each with 360 viewing platforms, and every platform can clearly see the battle on the central Huangji battlefield.

  Each person pays ten silver coins and can enter the Yellow Grade Martial Arts Palace.

  " Ninth brother, you really want to participate in the martial arts competition? Your current cultivation is still a bit too weak, and there is still a big gap with the top ten warriors of the Yellow List." said the Ninth Princess.

  The Ninth Princess didnt look down on Zhang Ruochen, she just understood the cruelty of the Wu City Battle Arena all too well. After all, no one who dared to step onto the battlefield was weak.

  Dan Xiangling said, "I heard that before going on stage, warriors have to sign a life and death agreement. Because the warriors who go on stage are all madmen, they all want to make a name for themselves in one battle, using desperate fighting methods. If youre not careful, youll be beaten into serious injury, or even die on stage."

  "Alright, Ninth Brother, why dont you cultivate to the Great Perfection of the Yellow Extreme Realm before participating in the martial competition? As for the money to buy a refining furnace, you can go ask Father King for it. With your talent, even if you want one million silver coins, Father King will definitely give them to you." The Ninth Princess advised.

  "Lets take a look first and talk about it later."

  At this moment, a middle-aged martial artist in his thirties stepped onto the stage, holding a bright red long spear in his hand and exuding an aura of great power. "I am Nie Heng, the eldest disciple of the Tianhe Sect. This is my first time coming to the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace. Who will be my first opponent?"

  Shan Xiangling said: "Nie Heng, Ive heard of his name. At the age of 22, he reached the peak of Huang Jis Great Perfection and has been staying there for 15 years. His strength is quite formidable and should be able to win seven or eight games in a row."

  In the Kunlun Realm, there are countless sects and families, with some small-scale sects having only a few dozen disciples.

  There are large sects with millions of disciples, ruling dozens of counties and states in the martial world, with unparalleled strength.

  So, the sects and families were divided into "Three Ways Nine Streams".

  For example, Danxianglians "Chi Yun Zong" and Niehengs "Tian He Zong" belong to the Seven Flow Sects.

  Yunwu County has a total of one six-flow sect, five seven-flow sects, seventeen eight-flow sects, and the number of nine-flow sects is unknown.

  These sects will all be subject to official control.

  If it is not properly managed, it will become a heretical cult and will be subject to official persecution and suppression.

  Jiuguos master said: "Nie Hengs cultivation is indeed very strong, but there are more powerful people in the Martial Palace. I guess he can win at most six rounds."

  "Since its like that, then lets go place our bets."

  Good

  Jiugun Zhu and Dan Xianglian went together to the highest viewing platform of Huangji Wudou Palace to participate in the betting match.

  "I bet a thousand silver coins that Nie Heng can win six consecutive matches." The Ninth Master took out a crystal and placed it on the betting platform in a grid marked with the number "six".

  "I bet 500 silver coins that Nie Heng can win eight consecutive games." Shuang Xiangqian took out a silver bag and placed it in the grid marked "8" on the gambling arena.

  "In that case, Ill bet on an intermediate number then"

  Zhang Ruochen also showed some interest and took out a Ling crystal, placing it on the gambling arena in a grid with the number "seven" written on it.

  Many people participate in cockfighting, and if they can win every time, they can also gain a lot of wealth.

  Nie Hengs strength is indeed very strong, and some people even bet that he can win ten consecutive games and become a top martial artist. Although the probability is low, once Nie Heng succeeds, the person who bet on him will be able to win a large sum of money.

  The first warrior who stepped onto the Yellow Grade Battle Stage to challenge Nie Feng looked like he was in his forties, with a cultivation that had reached the Great Extreme of the Yellow Extreme Realm.

  Boom

  Nie Heng stood at the center of the Yellow Rank Battle Stage, and with just one move, he sent that Yellow Extreme Boundary Great Perfection martial artist flying off, falling down from the Yellow Rank Battle Stage.

  First win

  Second victory

  Fifth set win

  Sixth win

  Nie Heng won six games in a row, causing a huge stir in the Huang Ji Wu Dou Palace. The martial artists on the stands were all cheering and shouting wildly.

  In Huangji Wudou Palace, its already remarkable if a martial artist can emerge victorious in six consecutive matches every day.

  Its worth noting that as Nie Feng progressed further, the opponents he encountered became increasingly stronger.

  By the seventh round, only a warrior who had won seven rounds in the Huang Ji Wu Doupai would be qualified to challenge him.

  Any warrior who has a record of winning seven consecutive games in Huangji Wudou Palace, which one is the weak?

  Nie Heng finally met a formidable opponent in the seventh round.

  Huang Zhenlong, a powerful warrior from the Huang Extreme Boundary, has achieved three consecutive victories in seven games, but unfortunately lost to his opponents in the eighth game each time. His strength is quite formidable.

  Nie Heng and Huang Zhenlong fought for half a time, finally displaying a human-level mid-grade martial skill "Snowflake Gun Method", piercing through Huang Zhenlongs chest, severely injuring him, and throwing him off the battlefield.

  However, Nie Feng was also hit by Huang Zhenlongs palm and suffered internal injuries.

  A drop of fresh blood oozed out of his mouth.

  At this time, a man in his twenties stepped onto the stage, holding a white folding fan and said faintly: "Youve already been seriously injured, its impossible to win eight games in a row, admit defeat yourself."

  The battle on the martial arts arena is so cruel that it wont give you time to rest and recover, you have to keep fighting non-stop.

  Wanting to win ten games in a row is simply as difficult as ascending to heaven.

  Even with Nie Fengs powerful strength, after seven consecutive battles, the true energy in his body had already been consumed by more than half, and he was also seriously injured.

  In his current state, its almost impossible for him to win the eighth game.

  Nie Heng gritted his teeth and stared at the man holding a folding fan, saying: "Who says I cant fight in the eighth round? Who are you?"

  "Haha, this young master is from the National Masters Mansion, named Xue Bing Sheng. In the Huang Ji Wu Dou Palace, he has a record of winning eight consecutive matches twice." Xue Bing Sheng smiled faintly and gently shook the folding fan in his hand.

  Fight!

  Nie Feng mobilized his whole bodys true energy and infused it into his long spear.

  The long spear in his hand immediately burst out with a flame-like light, and he stabbed it at Xue Bing.

  "Whoosh"

  Nie Hengs eyes blurred for a moment, and Xue Bings figure disappeared from sight.

  Xue Bings movement was a top-notch human-grade step, and in an instant, he appeared right in front of Nie Heng. With a swing of the folding fan in his hand, a flash of blood light appeared, and Nie Hengs head flew out directly.

  Xue Bing Sheng looked at the corpse on the ground, a sneering smile appeared in his eyes, and he said: "I told you to admit defeat, but you didnt listen. Ah, foolishness."

  A powerful Huang Jis Great Perfection Warrior died on the battlefield like this.

  Nie Hengs fellow disciples rushed onto the stage, crying and carrying Nie Hengs body away.

  No choice, who made Nie Heng sign a life and death contract when he stepped onto the battlefield

  The Huang Ji Wudang Temple sees a few deaths every day, and everyone has gotten used to it.

  In fact, it was mainly because Xue Pings cultivation was much stronger than Nie Hengs, so Nie Heng didnt even have the chance to admit defeat before being killed by Xue Ping.

  "Alas, Ming knows the strength difference is great, but refuses to admit defeat, truly too stubborn. Fame may be important, but life is even more so." The Ninth Princess sighed.

  Dan Xiangling also shook her head lightly and said, "With Nie Fengs talent, after another ten years of cultivation, he has a complete chance to become a strong person in the Profound Extreme Realm. Many warriors with very strong talents have fallen like this."

  "Wow, Ninth Brother, youve won! Go take a look at how much youve won!" said Ninth Young Master.

  "It was just luck." Zhang Ruochen had simply placed a casual bet and hadnt thought he would actually win.

  Nie Heng died on the battlefield, but he indeed won seven consecutive battles.

  Zhang Ruochen bet one Lingzhu on the gambling table and won back eight Lingzhus.

  "Its almost time, Ill also go on stage and give it a try"

  Zhang Ruochen signed a life-and-death contract and handed over a Ling Crystal before walking towards the arena.

  " Ninth brother, I know I cant stop you, but you must promise me that if you encounter an unbeatable enemy, you will immediately admit defeat." The ninth young master said anxiously.

  The Ninth Princess thought Zhang Ruochen was just going to experience the atmosphere of the battlefield and didnt really want to participate in the martial arts competition.

  After all, his cultivation was only in the extreme boundary of the yellow rank, and his cultivation was far inferior to that of Nie Heng. Being able to win three games in a row was already quite good.

  "Dont worry, I know what Im doing"

  Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly, looking very relaxed, and stepped onto the battlefield.

  He had just stepped onto the battlefield when a commotion broke out in the Huang Ji Wu Dou Palace.

  "Who is this young man who dares to come to Huangji Wudou Palace for a fight at such a young age?"

  "I guess they also want to be famous or something. There are too many hot-blooded youngsters like that, tens of them die every month, nothing unusual."

  At this moment, Liu Chengfeng stood on a higher viewing platform in the Huangji Wudou Palace, staring at Zhang Ruochen who had just stepped onto the battlefield. A few sinister smiles appeared on his face: "Haha, heaven has a road that you dont take, hell has no door that you charge into. If you die on the battlefield, Im afraid even the Cloud Martial Prince wont have anything to say."