The Frozen Girl: The Beast-Controlling Concubine

Chapter 50 Underground Combat Arena (6)

When Murong Qingyuan went there, she saw a man wearing a light gray robe standing at the counter, his face was slightly aged, but his expression looked very kind, Murong Qingyuan leaned forward, put his hands on the counter, He smiled and said, "Shopkeeper, how do you bet on the underground arena?"

The middle-aged man didn't show contempt because of Murong Qingyuan's shabby clothes, but said to Murong Qingyuan very gently, "I don't know how the young master got in here?"

Murong Qingyuan smiled, "He walked in."

The middle-aged man paused, then said with a smile, "We don't usually let—"

The middle-aged man is more amiable, and his tone is gentle, so he can't say anything that hurts others later.

Murong Qingyuan's eyes flashed, and her clear voice suddenly seemed a little sad, "I know the rules of the underground arena, the poor are generally not allowed to enter, and I urgently need money, so——"

Hearing Murong Qingyuan's tone, the middle-aged man seemed to have something hard to say, he was also moved with compassion, and asked in a low voice, "I wonder if the young master is detaining someone or challenging a strong man?"

Murong Qingyuan immediately showed a clear smile, "Challenge the wrestler."

Looking at his appearance, it must have taken a lot of effort to get in. Although the underground combat field is a place of brute force, the owner of the Yinyin Building also has instructions. Generally, poor people who can get in with anything should not be underestimated. What to do, as long as the contract is affordable, then the underground fighting arena will not bury talents.

"That depends on how many wrestlers you have challenged, my lord!" The middle-aged man had a strange look in his eyes, and then he asked with a smile.

"First class wrestler——"

The middle-aged man seemed to be frightened, his soft eyes suddenly changed, and he carefully looked at Murong Qingyuan, who was dressed in plain clothes and not expensive, and his face was also very mediocre, and there was nothing special about it. He said in surprise, "Your challenge is yours?"

Murong Qingyuan pursed her lips, nodded, and moved her hand on the wooden counter intentionally or unintentionally, and asked casually, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"No problem!" The middle-aged man's slightly aged face immediately showed a slight smile, and his gaze fell on Murong Qingyuan again, and he said kindly, "Master——listen to the next sentence, First-class wrestlers are not so easy to challenge, you should choose third-class wrestlers!"

　"No!" Murong Qingyuan supported her crossed hands on the counter, suddenly raised her right hand to support her not very pointed chin, and said slowly, "Thank you shopkeeper for your kindness! I need silver taels urgently, so I challenge a first-class wrestler. "

It is enough to challenge a first-class wrestler, and 500 taels is enough to buy weapons.

If it was to challenge third-class wrestlers, there would be at least three rounds, and time did not allow it. She had already inquired before coming again. This underground fighting arena was only open once a week, and there were only six rounds per night.

And they are all average, two games for first-class wrestlers, two games for second-class wrestlers, and two games for third-class wrestlers.

There is no extra field count at all.

The middle-aged man glanced at Murong Qingyuan helplessly, and then said to her, "Challenge a first-class wrestler with a deposit of 100 taels. If you win, we will add your principal and winnings to you in the underground fighting arena. A total of 600 taels."

"Then what if you lose?" Murong Qingyuan asked softly as she held her chin hand with her right hand and rubbed her chin lightly with her index finger.

(End of this chapter)