The little ancestor became emperor after crossing over

Chapter 23: 023
After Jintian finished bathing, she asked Zhuxi to help her tie her hair and comb her hair into a man's bun, and asked them to go to the entrance of the inner courtyard to guard her and not disturb her.

Then Feng San and Feng Qi were called out.

"Feng San, help me go out and find a fitting men's clothes."

"Feng Qi, you help me to disguise first, you don't need to be too old, you can be around fifteen or sixteen years old, a handsome and indifferent young man."

"Yes, Master." Feng Qi answered and walked forward.

He took out the disguising tool he carried with him and began to help Jintian disguise.

When Jintian was making Fengqi, the role he set was the master of disguise.

After spending a lot of energy for many years, I exchanged a lot of servant-making points for Feng Qi, although he has not yet made him a 100% strongest servant.

But there are also 70.00% eight points.

That is to say, Feng Qiyirong's skill level is very high, if not for the top experts in his peers, he would never see any flaws.

An hour later, a handsome white-faced young man appeared in front of the mirror.

After changing into the clothes Feng San brought back, Jintian asked Feng San to take her, avoiding the people staring in the dark and the guards in the shadows of the mansion, and over the wall from the back door and leaving the Xiang Mansion.

Blue sea facing the sky.

A handsome and stern young man strode in.

As soon as he stepped in, he was stopped by the little waiter who was in charge of reception at the door.

"This guest, please show your membership order."

Jintian lowered his voice, and the low-pitched and clear voice of the boy sounded.

"I'm looking for Mr. Jiuru."

The young servant glanced at the young man secretly, thinking of Mr. Jiuru's advice last night, and hurriedly said: "Please wait a moment."

Turn around and hurried away.

After a while, Jiuru came over and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy standing at the door.

His figure is slender, but his back is tall and straight as loose. He is dressed in purple brocade robes and looks neat and neat, with a bit of the heroic spirit of a young man in all corners of the world.

Jiuru couldn't help but guess the relationship between this person and Jintian.

Walking in front of the young man, Jiu Ru cupped his hands and said, "Is the young master a friend who came to participate in the life-and-death fight as told by Miss Jintian?"

The young man nodded expressionlessly: "Mr. Jiuru, please."

Jiu Ru smiled kindly: "It's okay, Miss Jintian's friend is our friend of Bihaichaotian. What's the name of the son?"

"You can tell me not to ask."

Do not ask?

Do you mean don't ask anything?

Jiuru's eyes flashed slightly, and there was a touch of interest in his heart.

Miss Jintian is an unpredictable girl. Unexpectedly, the friend she introduced is also an interesting one.

"Don't ask the young master, please, I'll take you to the fourth floor."

Jintian followed Jiuru and walked all the way from the exclusive passage to the fourth floor.

On the way, Jiuru told Jintian the rules and precautions of the life-and-death struggle.

It's basically the same as what Xiao Shi said yesterday.

"However, I need to remind you one more thing. Don't ask your son, if you can't win thirteen games in a row, you won't get any bonus."

"And you need to sign a life and death certificate. In the battle of life and death, there are no rules, regardless of life or death, unless the challenger surrenders himself."

"But we'll take care of the loser, funeral expenses, or medical bills."

"Understood." Don't ask the young man, still holding an expressionless and stern face.

Jiu Ru gave him a deep look, and there was a little more expectation in his heart.

The branch of Bihaichaotian in Nanwu Kingdom has been established for more than [-] years.

For such a long time, the challengers who have won thirteen consecutive rounds in the battle of life and death can be counted in one hand.

Because there is an age limit in the life and death arena, participants must be under 20 years old.

It has been three years since the last time someone had won thirteen games in a row.

Coming to the fourth floor, the huge arena is surrounded by stepped seats from bottom to top.

In the middle of the sky, there are independent wing rooms surrounded by two floors.

In the middle is a gladiatorial arena of about [-] square meters. The arena is wrapped with something as thin as silk, like a spider web, to form a protection.

People inside can't get out, and people outside can't get in.

The entire arena is brightly lit, with a clean and elegant layout, and there is absolutely no blood and darkness that a gladiatorial field should have.

"According to the rules, those who participate in the battle of life and death need to sign a life and death certificate."

Hearing the words, Jintian signed his name on the life and death certificate handed over by Jiuru himself, and pressed his handprint.

Nine Confucianism said: "There is still an hour before the opening time of today's life and death battle, regardless of the young master, you can prepare first in this independent waiting area."

"Unless one second before the start of the game, the champion who is in the arena in a life-and-death fight can't know who his opponents are."

"Okay." Jintian replied, and said, "As a guest watching the match, I bet 6 taels of silver on myself to win, and it is the highest odds, no loss, thirteen consecutive victories."

Seeing her so confident, Jiuru did not persuade her, and the smile on her face did not change.

"Okay, I'll let someone arrange it."

There are several types of betting in the arena.

There are bets that can win a few games, such more detailed bets, and there are grand slams.

The betting odds also vary.

Jiuru left Jintian to rest here and left.

After leaving the waiting room, he asked the steward on the fourth floor.

"What's the situation with the people fighting for life and death tonight?"

Guanshi said: "There are three outsiders, and the most powerful is the senior martial artist Jiuzhongtian."

"The other ten people are all the killers of our arena. They are arranged to appear tonight, and the most powerful Wu Liu."

"Wu Liu?" Jiu Ru chuckled: "Then don't ask the young master's luck today is not very good."

Killer is a collective term for the people who are fighting for life and death within the arena on the fourth floor.

Most of these people are death row prisoners who have committed crimes, or are desperate, or people who need money and help, sell themselves to the fourth floor of Bihaichaotian.

Use his own life in exchange for money, or let the blue sea rise to the sky, according to his own value, make a demand transaction.

If you feel that this person is worth it, and it is worth letting Bi Haichaotian satisfy one of his demands, then you can reach an agreement with him.

This Wuliu is the third-ranked force in the list of all the existing killers in the arena on the fourth floor.

, the third heaven of immortal warriors.

In this age group, looking at the entire Yuancheng Continent, there are no more than one hundred people whose military strength has reached the level of immortal warriors.

Therefore, he is definitely a top player of his age.

At the second quarter of Xu time (07:30 p.m.), guests entered the fourth floor one after another.

The steward went to the arena and explained the situation of the life-and-death fight that started tonight.

"Dear guests, a 16-year-old challenger came today, don't ask."

"Two moments later, the game will begin. Dear guests, if you want to place a bet, you can start."

When Jintian listened to the movement outside, a lot of people came.

And while she was waiting, Bi Haichaotian had used a unique way of publicity to spread the news of the challenger tonight.

It can be said that the fourth floor at this time is almost full of rich and powerful people.

(End of this chapter)