Global Cultivation Era: I Have Hundred Times Rewards

Chapter 580 Who is Fan Jian? disabled

After Fan Jian finished speaking, he took Mu Feifei and the others to an inconspicuous hut.

Compared with the luxury of the Hall of Destiny, this house is outrageously simple.

Mu Feifei said with some doubts: "This is the way you said to make money? It can't be a den of thieves, right?"

Fan Jian smiled wryly: "Of course not, you will know when you come in with me, young master."

The three walked into the small black room.

The environment inside the house is not big, there is only one elevator platform, which is similar to the elevator in this world.

Mu Feifei understood it at a glance.

It turned out that the small black room was just a cover-up.

There are other caves underground.

Using the lifting platform, they quickly came to the ground.

Before landing, they heard a loud noise.

Mu Feifei asked: "Where is this place?"

Fan Jian replied: "Cultivator fighting arena."

really!

After going out, you will find that this underground hall is extremely vast.

Mu Feifei saw a crowd of monks.

In the middle, several large arenas were set up high.

There are two monks fighting fiercely on each stage.

You come and I go, very intense.

"It turned out to be a place for martial arts competitions, but why was it built underground, and it was still hidden?" Mu Feifei wondered.

Fan Jian explained: "Before, it was built on the ground. Later, in order to select the top ten civilized cities, Black Wind City moved all the excessively violent construction sites underground... The city owner feels that the fighting field is a bit shameful."

Mu Feifei was speechless: "Top Ten Civilized Cities? Why do I find it inexplicably funny?"

Fan Jian smiled sheepishly: "The city lord is a very strict person, and everything in the city must abide by his rules. The former martial arts arena has even been converted into a brothel for entertaining distinguished guests from outside."

Mu Feifei was speechless.

Turn it into a brothel?

It seems that the city owner is still a music lover and likes to listen to music.

Fan Jian continued: "The rules here are very simple. As long as you compete on stage, you will be rewarded with runestones if you win! In addition, the audience can place bets before the contestants... But this won't make much money, after all, there are too few dark horses." , there are only a few players in Niubi, regular customers who come here have already known about it.”

Mu Feifei: "I don't want to guess what the result of the competition is, just sign up for the competition."

Fan Jian rubbed his little hands excitedly: "That's great, sir, let's go right away."

The three came to the registration office.

The person in charge of the registration was an old man with a white beard.

The old man asked: "Are you going to sign up for a martial arts competition, or place a bet?"

Fan Jian: "Contest!"

Old man: "Name."

Fan Jian couldn't help looking at Mu Feifei.

He was a little embarrassed.

Ashamed to say, Fan Jian hasn't asked the customer's name along the way.

Mu Feifei replied: "Fan Jian."

Fan Jian was a little surprised.

But he changed his mind, maybe the customer didn't want to reveal his real name.

Old man: "Boundary."

Mu Feifei: "In the early stage of foundation establishment."

What?

When Fan Jian heard this, he was dumbfounded.

He rubbed his eyes.

At this moment, Mu Feifei didn't use any secret techniques to cover up his cultivation.

The peak state of Foundation Establishment can be seen at a glance.

Fan Jian hastily explained to Mu Feifei in a low voice: "My lord, before going on stage, we need to test whether there is any cheating in cultivation, besides your level, as long as you are not blind, you can tell it... Besides, this old man's eyes are not good. flower."

The old man suddenly interrupted: "There are two levels of competition, the foundation level and the golden core level, depending on your cultivation, I will report you the level of foundation."

Unexpectedly, Mu Feifei said lightly: "No, participate in the Jindan level."

"What?" The old man was startled.

Only then did he raise his head, staring at his cloudy old eyes.

Mu Feifei smiled calmly, full of confidence.

"Young man, are you sure you want to participate in the Jindan-level martial arts competition? Let me put it bluntly in front of you. We will sign a life-and-death certificate later, and you may be beaten to death!" the old man reminded with good intentions.

Mu Feifei: "Sure!"

Seeing that the old man seemed not at ease, Fan Jian said: "The strength of our son is not measured by the realm, old man, you can report it."

Having said all this, the old man could only nod his head: "Okay, after a while the light curtain above your head will automatically match your opponent. If you win, you can continue to participate in the next game. Every time you win a game, you will get a bonus." .”

Then, the old man took out a certificate of life and death.

Once in the arena, life and death matter!

"Sign it!" The old man handed over a brush.

Unexpectedly, Mu Feifei remained indifferent.

Fan Jian was surprised: "My lord, why didn't you sign it?"

Mu Feifei looked at him: "The one who wants to sign is you."

What?

When Fan Jian heard this, he was dumbfounded.

"No, son, I didn't say that I was the one who was going to compete. Didn't you always say you were good at fighting?" Fan Jianli panicked immediately.

Mu Feifei nodded: "I am indeed good at playing, but what does being able to play have to do with signing up for the competition?"

Fan Jian felt his head buzzing.

The two seem to have nothing to do with each other.

The old man saw that they didn't write for a long time, so he asked strangely: "What's the matter, you sign it quickly, who is Fan Jian?"

Hearing the urging, Mu Feifei pointed at Fan Jian.

At the same time, Xia Yuchan stretched out her hand and pointed at Fan Jian.

For a moment, Fan Jian had the feeling of being caught as a murderer.

"My lord, we don't bring it for fun." Fan Jian was about to cry.

Mu Feifei: "Hurry up and sign. If I dare you to sign up, I dare you to win."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on Fan Jian's shoulder.

At that moment, Fan Jian felt a huge force pressing on him.

Almost made him kneel!

Fan Jian felt wronged to death.

He could only write his name on the life and death certificate.

The old man put it away, and then said with a smile: "Young man, I wish you good luck."

No matter how Fan Jian looked at him, he felt that the old man looked at him with sympathy.

"My lord, you've done me a disastrous job. You sent me to the arena of life and death before I even married a wife." Fan Jian said sadly.

Mu Feifei smiled and said, "Don't be so lacking in fighting spirit, I told you that if you can win, you can definitely win!"

Seeing how confident he was, Fan Jian's fluctuating heart calmed down a little.

At this time, a line of words suddenly appeared on the light curtain gathered by countless lights and shadows above their heads.

"The next match, Ring No. 3, Jindan level martial arts competition, Fan Jian vs. Liu Weimeng."

Fan Jian was shocked: "My God, it's my turn so soon!"

However, the more he looked at the Jindan-level contest above, the more ironic he felt.

Depend on!

I am obviously a foundation builder, but still in the early stages, why should I be subjected to pressure that is seriously inconsistent with my realm?

Fan Jian was depressed.

I can hardly walk.

Still being supported by Mu Feifei, he walked to the front of the third ring.

When the onlookers saw that Fan Jian was being helped over, they were all confused.

Finally someone couldn't bear it anymore and started laughing.

"Ahahaha, did this contestant suffer from a blood clot? He is so virtuous, and he still participates in the competition?"

"What do you know, it's called being physically disabled and strong."

"No, no, you are all wrong. The most glorious moment for a monk is to die on the battlefield!"

"Oh? Then he should go to the brothel newly renovated by the city lord."