Gao Wu: You Stole My Indicators, And You Still Want Me To Be Generous?

Just when the chief planner was suspicious and Xu Feng put down his phone for the time being, the fighting match was about to begin.

The audience who were whispering on the viewing platform just now also turned their attention to the fighting arena.

Some people even waved their hands and cheered, shouting 'Brother Xiong, Brother Xiong' loudly.

It seems that this brother Xiong should be one of the contestants in today's fighting match, and he is very popular.

Xu Feng also looked towards the two entrances of the fighting arena.

Soon, a strong man estimated to be more than two meters tall walked onto the stage from one entrance.

The audience cheered even more.

This 'Brother Xiong' didn't wear a mask, and with his staring eyes and fleshy face, he looked like a pretty fierce guy.

And at the entrance opposite him, a man who was a head lower than him but also quite strong walked out slowly.

The burly man wore a black mask, only a pair of sharp eyes remained outside.

It seems that the two fighters who appeared today are not taking the usual path.

Because it's not the same as those masked games that Xu Feng saw on the video.

"Are there no referees in fighting games?"

Seeing that the two contestants were almost in the middle of the fighting ring, Xu Feng suddenly asked.

At this moment, Chief Ji, who was full of thoughts, forced a smile, and said:

"There are no referees in fighting matches, and if one party falls to the ground or admits defeat, the fight is considered over.

Of course, there will be staff around to watch at all times to prevent accidents.

Although broken arms and legs are common in the Fighter's House, it is very rare for people to be killed! "

Xu Feng nodded.

Perhaps this is the difference between a place like Fighter's House and Black Fist.

Because at least it's not too dark.

Just as the two were talking, a beautiful staff member in the field made an announcement.

The battle on the fighting arena also broke out in an instant.

Brother Xiong, who is more than two meters tall, walks wide open and closed, punching and kicking hard.

The burly man on the opposite side is more flexible in his positioning, but he is actually a tough player.

As soon as the battle between the two started, the audience in the stands looked excited and nervous.

Xu Feng felt it a little bit.

He found that the proportion of warriors among the audience present was very small, and even if there were, they were not of high rank.

In fact, to be honest, the two fighters on the fighting stage are not weak in combat power.

Moreover, these people have quite a lot of experience in combat, and they are ruthless and hot, and their moves go straight to the point.

To use a sentence on the Internet, it is quite disrespectful of martial arts.

But in this kind of fighting arena that doesn't even have a referee

, is not a good place to talk about martial arts.

"How do you feel? Which of these two people has a higher winning rate?"

While Xu Feng was observing the battle, the Chief Ji asked suddenly from the side.

Xu Feng looked again, and casually said:

"Brother Xiong has more energy and blood, but his opponent seems to be more proficient in martial arts.

So it's really hard to say who will win, but I personally prefer the one who is a head shorter. "

"Look at this kid commenting there in a serious manner, does he really have a clue?"

Hearing this, Chief Ji felt that he could not understand the other party, and continued:

"Oh? Do you have any basis for judgment?"

How did Xu Feng know that the other party was wandering in his heart at the moment, he shook his head and said:

"There is no basis for judgment, it is purely personal feeling."

In fact, Xu Feng has seen only a handful of battles, how can he have any personal feelings?

It's just that this guy saw that Brother Xiong was too ugly, so he didn't want him to win.

After saying this sentence, both Xu Feng and Chief Ji stopped talking, but looked at the fighting ring again.

At this time, the two above had been fighting for five or six minutes, which was actually quite a long time.

Of course, this also shows that there is not much difference in the strength of the two contestants, otherwise one move may determine the winner.

Looking at the two people on the fighting arena, Xu Feng himself secretly compared his strength with these people.

Soon, he came to a conclusion in his mind:

"Except for combat experience and ruthlessness, I will crush these two for the rest!"

Needless to say about Qi and blood.

Although Xu Feng is still a first-rank martial artist, because of the use of the Body Tempering Pill, his blood value has already entered the second-rank level.

As for martial arts, that's even more so.

A martial artist's practice of martial arts depends on his appearance... oh no, it depends on his talent.

People with poor talent may not be able to reach the level of mastery in a martial art until they die.

Like those two people on the fighting arena, they are still first-rank warriors at such an age.

It is conceivable that their talents are not much better.

"Of course, even if it really depends on appearance, Xu Feng can definitely crush everyone present!"

Thinking of this, his mind became active, and he suddenly asked the chief planner, saying:

"How much money can a first-rank martial artist earn in a match?"

With Mr. Xiaoqian, Xu Feng wants to talk about their relationship because he is a creditor.

But with the agent in front of him, he just wants to do business.

The Chief Accountant was obviously taken aback by his directness, and then said:

"The reward of the game is linked to the heat

Yes, there are between 20,000 and 100,000 unknown warriors.

If you can make a name for yourself in the Fighter's House, then the rewards will be quite good.

And in addition to direct remuneration, you can also get a share of advertising revenue from video playback..."

Xu Feng nodded, and suddenly said:

"Let's arrange it. For the battles of first-rank warriors, you can arrange as many matches as you can within three days. There is no limit."

The reason why Xu Feng said that was because he was estimated to be promoted to the second-rank martial artist in three days.

In fact, this is one of the reasons why he came to the Fighter's House today.

Because with his perverted qi and blood and martial skill proficiency, it might be difficult to find an opponent among first-rank warriors.

So why not take advantage of this opportunity and make a fortune?

And after owing so much money to Teacher Xiaoqian, Xu Feng's desire to make money also became urgent.

In exchange for expenses such as martial arts and martial arts, he can ask Teacher Xiaoqian to help cover it first.

But martial arts is more than just exercises and martial arts.

Xu Feng now consumes a lot of pills to assist his cultivation every day.

More than 20,000 to 30,000 per day, and after a month, it will be almost one million less.

If he hadn't chosen the Negative Mountain Jue, the cultivation resources allocated to him by Yunwu could support him for a year or two.

But after purchasing the Negative Mountain Jue with all his heart, he has already owed 76.5 million, what a worry!

Xu Feng is worrying about money.

But Ji Zhang, who heard what he said just now, was shocked by the brat's tone.

It's just that because I don't know the details of this product yet, the Chief Ji hesitated for a while, and said:

“Brother Xu Feng, I am so happy that you can be considered as a contestant for the Fighter House.

But whether you can arrange as many events as possible depends on your performance after playing.

The other is that before that, you need to undergo a physical test and sign an agent contract. "

Love is not something you can buy if you want to.

Fighting competitions are not something you can participate in if you want to!

Xu Feng was mentally prepared for this, so he stood up directly and said:

"Since this is the case, it is not too late, let's deal with these trivial matters now!"

As soon as his voice fell, the two warriors on the fighting stage just decided the winner.

To Xu Feng's surprise, the winner this time was actually the short, burly man.

He was only slightly surprised.

At this time, Chief Ji's face changed several times, and his expression was quite shocked:

"Was he blinded before? Or does he really have such vision?"