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

The warrior named Tianhu was lucky because he was not killed by a single punch.

He just suffered four broken ribs and a collarbone, as well as a few 'minor' internal injuries.

For a martial artist with fairly strong vitality, although such an injury is serious, it can still be overcome.

It's just that the reward he got for today's game, I'm afraid all of it will be accounted for after the injury.

And maybe you need to add some more to it.

Xu Feng was also lucky because he didn't kill his opponent with a single punch.

After all, it was just a fighting match today, killing people for no reason was not Xu Feng's original intention.

However, his manager, Chief Accountant, seemed very excited at this moment, and said with a surprised face:

"I really didn't expect, Brother Xu, you actually have such a strong combat power.

That day tiger is considered a leader among the first-rank warriors, but he was instantly killed by you with one punch! "

Xu Feng nodded, casually said:

"So, old man, you have to help me get more refreshments and fight for more games.

This kind of opportunity is rare now, after three days I will be a second-rank warrior..."

Hearing Xu Feng talk about this matter again, the Chief Accountant next to him asked suddenly, saying:

"Ahem, brother Xu, can't you suppress the increase of your qi and blood a little bit, and stay at the first rank for a while longer?

I know that there are many fighters who participate in fighting competitions, in order to stop at the level of first-rank warriors, they deliberately suppress them! "

Xu Feng directly shook his head, rejecting such a suggestion, saying:

"Old man, don't think about it, I won't slow down my training for a few games.

So the opportunity is only three days, and God knows how long it will take until the next opportunity to make money like this. "

Are you kidding me?

You are simply thinking too much!

What I am practicing is worth 100 million yuan. How can I give up my cultivation speed for mere tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands?

If this is done, it is the biggest waste of resources, and waste is extremely shameful!

Xu Feng cursed in his heart.

The manager Ji Zhang over there sighed secretly, and could only turn around and go to his field to exert his energy.

Since Xu Feng's "three-day period" cannot be extended, we can only try to arrange more people within three days.

...

Facts have proved that Xu Feng's manager Ji Zhang has a lot of energy in the organization of Fighter's House.

The next day, he arranged five fighting matches for Xu Feng.

Two sessions in the morning and one in the afternoon

Two games, one night.

And because of Xu Feng's outstanding performance in his first show, the salary for each game has 'skyrocketed' to 50,000.

This kind of remuneration is already at the average level in the industry among first-rank warriors.

However, Xu Feng's performance in the next five fights did not disappoint his manager Ji Zhang.

Because he won five out of five battles!

Although Xu Feng made some efforts to avoid killing his opponent with a single punch, he won cleanly every time.

The strength of an ordinary warrior is actually directly linked to the strength of the blood in the body.

The qi and blood value of a first-rank warrior is 200 to 499, which means that their strength is also below 500 catties.

But Xu Feng is different, his blood has reached more than 900 now.

In other words, although he is also a first-rank warrior, his strength has reached a rare 900 jin.

This does not include the multiple increase brought by the use of Qi and blood martial arts.

And the attack power increase brought by the Qi and blood martial arts at the level of 'Dacheng' is 4 times!

...

It should have been something to be happy about easily defeating the opponent and earning a reward of 50,000 yuan per game.

But after the fifth game that night, Xu Feng felt a little depressed.

Because he just made a poss, his good hearing allowed him to hear the cheers from the audience in the stands:

"Brother Mazi, Brother Mazi! Brother Mazi..."

"This pockmarked brother is really awesome. Since his debut yesterday, he has won six out of six matches."

"Brother Mazi, I love you, I want to have a bunch of little pockmarks with you!"

After hearing these voices, Xu Feng, who was about to turn around calmly, almost staggered.

He couldn't complain in his heart:

"I said, are you guys blind or deaf? Or have IQ problems!

Are the pock marks painted on my mask? This is nine barrels, nine barrels, do you understand? "

Hearing the more and more violent cheers behind him, Xu Feng could only hasten to speed up and escape from the scene.

At this time, he felt that it was very necessary to carry over a national quintessence, that is, mahjong.

...

It's another new day. Under the operation of the manager's accountant, Xu Feng even had 6 matches today.

And after proving his strength in the five games yesterday, his average salary per game has risen to 100,000.

Seeing this situation, Xu Feng gave his manager a thumbs up without hesitation.

He is not afraid of the number of games he has at all now, he is only worried that the number of games is not enough and

Can't get any money.

So Xu Feng felt that his manager had done a good job, but he didn't expect the other party to have such energy.

Chief Ji had a calm expression on his face, accepting Xu Feng's compliment frankly.

Of course, Xu Feng probably didn't know that his game after game was all obtained by the chief planner relying on tumbling.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't care about it.

After all, it's a business, and it's a waste of time to talk about feelings.

...

When the first fighting match of the day began.

After Xu Feng stepped onto the fighting ring, he heard the cheers of 'Brother Mazi' again.

The momentum even surpassed the martial artist named Brother Xiong he saw that day.

It can be seen that Xu Feng has already gained a lot of popularity in the Fighter's House.

But Xu Feng didn't feel happy at all, the corners of his mouth twitched and he wanted to curse.

"You sister, pockmarked brother! What the hell are you pockmarked, and your whole family is pockmarked!"

After Xu Feng accumulated a little bit of anger, his opponent in this match was relatively unlucky.

There is no need to think about winning or losing, Xu Feng just slowed down the pace a little!

This time he beat his opponent with a bruised nose and a swollen face, causing the opponent to admit defeat with a look of horror.

But what Xu Feng didn't expect was.

His way of delaying the rhythm to vent his dissatisfaction actually made the audience more enthusiastic.

After all, although his previous games were exciting, they were too short and weak.

Every punch and two kicks solved the opponent, making the audience in the stands not enjoyable at all. Biqu library

But today was different. Although Xu Feng delayed the rhythm, the audience enjoyed watching it.

Then:

"Brother Mazi looks good, brother Mazi is mighty and domineering!"

"Brother Mazi, I love you, lend me your warm chest!"

"Brother Mazi, this is my contact information, remember to contact me."

The most frightening thing was that some fat aunts with heavy make-up threw a note on it with flushed faces.

My God! Don't come and take care of it personally!

Looking at the small notes all over the fighting arena, some even had lipstick marks on them.

Xu Feng's whole body is not well.

He felt that if he allowed it to continue like this, he might lose his life at the end of the day.

After thinking for a while, he waved to the beautiful announcer with a microphone outside the fighting arena.

Seeing that the announcer looked confused.

Xu Feng could only sigh, and took two steps to snatch the microphone from the opponent's hand.