Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 211

In fact, the little servant has already said it quite politely. To put it more directly, it is: Which onion are you, do you also want to participate in the battle of kings?

Qiao Ye pondered for a while, but he could understand. After all, according to the description of the servant, this battle of kings is not held every day, but a regular event. The participants must be quite famous people, so they can attract to more audiences.

It's like a battle in the Wuwangjing. If anyone is unwilling to enter, Tianwu Pavilion may have to ask others, but there are too many battles in the Wukuangjing who are willing to participate.

In this case, we can only see if the identity of the students of Xuehai Academy is good.

Qiao Ye said: "You take me to ask first!"

As Qiao Ye said, he stuffed ingots and pieces of silver into the hand of the servant.

Don't talk about ghosts pushing the mill if you have money, you can grind and push ghosts!

Anyway, it's a question, of course that little servant doesn't care. After receiving the money, he immediately said happily: "Guest officer, please come here!"

The venue where the Battle of Kings was held looked like a urn in the city, with walls standing on both sides, the walls were stepped, there were three rows in total, and at the bottom was a specially-made arena, which was more than twice the size of a normal arena. After all, it is a multi-person battle, and the arena is too small to be able to play.

The servant didn't bring Qiao Ye into the arena, but went to a house on the side. This is the place where the distinguished guests rested. They drank a little wine, hugged the girl, and waited for the battle to start. They would not directly Entering the hall to watch, a formation is drawn in the center of the hall, and a water curtain appears on the formation, which will directly project the battle. As for those ordinary guests, of course, it is impossible to receive such good treatment.

At the same time, those who are going to participate in the Battle of Kings are also waiting in the hall here at the moment, most of them are adjusting their breaths, stabilizing their qi, and improving their state to the best.

The servant took Qiao Ye to a table of the Eight Immortals on the side of the hall, and then leaned over to whisper a few words beside a plump middle-aged man!

"I'm the steward here, my name is Jinbaocai." The plump middle-aged man got up and smiled at Qiao Ye: "This guest officer, we welcome someone willing to participate in the Battle of Kings, but I'm really sorry for this. A battle of kings, the number of people has been full..."

Qiao Ye interrupted: "I'm from the Sea of ​​Blood Academy!"

Jinbaocai was stunned for a moment. He was smiling on the surface, but he didn't take Qiao Ye seriously in his heart. Do you want to participate in Douwangzhan?

but……

Blood Sea Academy!

This is a bit big!

Jinbao Cai said with a smile: "It's really full, why don't I arrange for you to fight in the next Douwang battle?"

The name of the Xuehai Academy did make Jin Jincai hesitate for a while, but this is the land of Jianmen. The people who participated in the battle of kings are all well-known people in the land of Jianmen. This one is the master, that one is Disciples of well-known dojos, this is also the reason why everyone is willing to watch the battle and bet. Who will watch the battle of cats and dogs?

Therefore, the name of Xuehai Academy was reckoned with, but Jinbao Cai didn't think that letting Qiao Ye play would increase the income of Tianwu Pavilion.

at the same time……

Yan Beixing was sitting in the private room on the second floor drinking, and the appearance of Ji Wuyuan made him very upset, so he came to Tianwu Pavilion to relax, but when he turned his head, he saw Qiao Ye appearing downstairs.

Yan Beixing's pupils shrank suddenly, and with a click, the left palm pressed against the corner of the table couldn't help but forcefully broke the corner of the table.

"Let's go!" Yan Beixing said to the people accompanying him, "Go down and have a look!"

Yan Beixing got up and walked downstairs. When he came to the hall, he just heard Jinbao Cai reject Qiao Ye's fight, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Let him participate!"

Yan Beixing suddenly opened his mouth.

Jin Baocai was stunned for a while, showing a bit of annoyance, but after seeing clearly that it was Yan Beihang, he immediately greeted him and said, "It turned out to be Master Yan..."

Yan Beixing pushed away Jin Jincai who was approaching him impatiently, looked at Qiao Ye fiercely and said, "Boy, I can let you participate in the Battle of Kings, but don't regret it!"

Qiao Ye frowned, he could feel that Yan Beixing had a deep hostility towards him.

Qiao Ye said, "Who are you?"

"Me? The owner of the first floor of Tianwu Pavilion, Yan Beixing!" Yan Beixing's face gradually became a little bit grim: "I am still the land of Jianmen, the dojo master of Shenwei Dojo, and the direct disciple of Dongfang Yao of the Four Divine Spears!"

As Yan Beixing spoke, he came to Qiao Ye and looked at Qiao Ye.

"How is it?" Yan Beixing sneered: "Knowing my identity, do you still dare to participate in the Battle of Kings?"

Four magic spears, Shenwei Dojo, it's really endless!

Qiao Ye pouted and said, "Why don't I dare?"

"Very good!" Yan Beihang looked at Jinbao Cai and said, "Let him participate."

In addition to being a member of Shenwei Dojo, Yan Beixing is also one of the owners of Tianwu Pavilion. When he opened his mouth, Jinbao Cai couldn't refuse, and immediately said, "I'll arrange it now!"

At the same time, Yan Beixing suddenly turned around, looked at the people who were going to fight in the corner of the hall, and said coldly, "Listen to me, remember this kid's appearance, whoever cuts off his arm, I will reward him with the seventh grade. One Noble Phantasm, two arms are two Seventh Grade Noble Phantasms, two arms and one leg are three Seventh Grade Noble Phantasms, hey, if someone can cut him into a stick, three Seventh Grade Noble Phantasms will be given to me. One more rank six Noble Phantasm!"

The moment Yan Beixing's words fell, there was an uproar in the field, and many people stared directly at Qiao Ye!

Three rank seven Noble Phantasms and one rank six Noble Phantasm!

For everyone in the martial arts realm, this is definitely a huge wealth, especially for some martial artists from ordinary backgrounds. Sometimes, it is not talent that hinders their progress. After all, talent is innate. Yes, what they lack are exercises, martial arts, treasures, these external resources!

"As I said, you will regret participating in the Battle of Kings!" Yan Beixing smiled coldly, looked at Qiao Ye and said, "The person who killed my Shenwei Dojo, killed my master's direct son, do you think there is no need to pay the price? I want you to die today!"

Qiao Ye pouted and said, "Benefits drive people's hearts, but do you think they can really do it?"

"Hmph, then wait and see!" Yan Beixing sneered: "I'll wait to see what you will look like when you are cut into a human stick!"

At this time, Jinbao Cai walked back and said, "Okay, let's enter now!"

Yan Beixing looked at Qiao Ye with an expression of watching the show.

Yan Beixing was troubled, naturally how to deal with Qiao Ye, but he didn't expect that Qiao Ye came to the door by himself. In this case, how could Yan Beixing easily let go of such a good opportunity.

"It's this kid who wants to participate in the Battle of Kings. Even if he is beaten to death, Ji Wuyuan has nothing to say!"

Yan Beixing snorted coldly, then turned around and returned to his private room.

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