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Outside the Doushen Arena, there was still a lot of noise.

Qin Yu, dressed in black, took out ten silver coins from his arms and put them in the hands of the Doushen Arena people who were watching outside the venue, and then he passed.

Although it was daytime today, the crowds in the stands were no less than the nights of the previous few days.

Qin Yu did not go to the stands, but carried the rusty sword and went straight to the bottom of the stands, and walked to a small wooden table in the corner.

Sitting behind the small wooden table was the person in charge of the Doushen Arena.

Seeing Qin Yu, who was dressed in such a weird way, walking towards him, the person in charge was not surprised at all.

In this Doushen Arena, he has seen many people of all kinds, and there are many people who are weirder than Qin Yu.

"Are you here to participate in the martial arts fight?"

As Qin Yu approached, the person in charge spoke.

Qin Yu nodded:

"Yes."

The person in charge picked up a pen and took out a piece of paper:

"Name."

"Also, how many rounds do you want to participate?"

When Qin Yu heard this, his voice came out clearly from under the bamboo hat:

"Chen Yu"

"Eight rounds."

In the Great Qin Dynasty, Qin was a surname that only people of the royal family could use.

Qin Yu, who was hiding his identity, naturally could not use the royal surname.

Hearing this, the person in charge looked Qin Yu up and down, with a hint of surprise in his eyes:

"Eight rounds? Are you sure?"

"Although after challenging eight rounds, you can successfully make the list."

"But you have to challenge the Condensation Realm warriors on the list in the eighth round."

"All those who can make the list are geniuses who can fight ten people in the same realm, and they are all in the late Condensation Realm."

Qin Yu's voice was flat:

"Since I came here, I know this."

Seeing that Qin Yu did not hear the meaning of his persuasion, the person in charge did not waste any more words.

Since the other party insisted so much, either he is very capable or he has his own difficulties.

No matter which one it is, it has nothing to do with him.

"Let's go, let's go to test the stone tablet first."

Qin Yu nodded, and followed the person in charge to slowly walk towards the stone tablet.

Coincidentally, the battle on the martial arts stage ended at this time.

The spectators in the stands were attracted by Qin Yu, who was dressed in black next to the stone tablet.

"Hey, someone else is here to challenge?"

"How many rounds do you think this person will challenge?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on the realm."

"If it's the first few levels of the Qi Condensation Realm, it's probably just one or two rounds of challenge and then give up, try your luck and get some silver coins."

"But seeing that this person is not tall or strong, it's probably not that powerful."

"It's probably nothing to see, or just go home."

With the heated discussion in the stands, Qin Yu put his hand on the stone tablet in front of him.

A halo emerged from the stone tablet, but it quickly converged.

A line of large characters appeared on the stone tablet.

Qi Condensation Level 6!

Seeing the realm appearing on the stone tablet, laughter broke out in the stands instantly.

The person in charge looked at the four words on the inspection stone tablet, shook his head, and asked Qin Yu:

"Chen Yu."

"Are you sure you want to challenge eight rounds?"

"You should know that those who can make the list are all people at the eighth or ninth level of Qi Condensation, and they all have the means to challenge higher levels."

"You are at the sixth level of Qi Condensation... in their eyes, it is indeed not good enough."

Hearing this, Qin Yu withdrew his hand, and the words on the stone tablet disappeared immediately.

He turned around calmly:

"Daoyou don't need to say more, just announce it."

The person in charge shook his head, and then raised his face to the stands. His strong voice wrapped in spiritual energy instantly echoed throughout the Dou Shen field:

"The next person to participate in the Dou Shen is Daoyou Chen Yu!"

"He is at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, and today he will challenge... eight rounds!"

Hearing the words of the person in charge, the laughter in the stands turned into laughter!

"Hahahaha! Where did this ignorant kid come from!"

"Only the sixth level of Qi Condensation, and he still wants to challenge for eight rounds."

"In my opinion, two rounds! Two rounds at most! This kid will get out of the Dou Shen Arena obediently!"

"Bet! I bet that the kid can't even last one round! Just bet twenty silver coins!"

The words in the stands were all mocking Qin Yu.

Qin Yu heard the abuse around him, but his face was still expressionless.

He casually put the rusty sword on his shoulder on the ground.

"Boom!"

The entire martial arts arena actually trembled, and dust sprayed out from the gap, and then flew everywhere.

This move immediately made some people in the stands shut their mouths.

But soon, with a hoarse laugh, the stands became lively again.

I saw a man with a dark face and a gray robe on the stage.

He held two scimitars in his hands, and the scimitars were shining with cold light.

After the man in the gray robe came on stage, he stared at Qin Yu with two hooked eyes and laughed hoarsely again.

Seeing this man on stage, the cheers from the stands also reached Qin Yu's ears:

"It's Wang Lang!"

"This man is at the seventh level of Qi Condensation! He has won two games in a row!"

"The seventh level of Qi Condensation vs. the sixth level of Qi Condensation, the outcome is already obvious."

"Oh, it's bad, I bet this kid can last a round, now it seems that I will lose everything."

The stands were noisy, but the man in the gray robe was extremely excited.

"Boy, I never show mercy when I attack."

"If you lose arms and legs later, don't blame others, just blame yourself for your lack of strength!"

Qin Yu put the rusty sword on his shoulder again, his face still expressionless:

"Too much nonsense, let's fight or not."

The man in the gray robe heard this, his face turned cold, and he stopped talking nonsense.

The two scimitars brushed against each other lightly, and with sparks flashing, the figure rushed towards Qin Yu quickly.

When Qin Yu approached, the gray-robed man sneered in his heart at the unresponsive opponent.

He thought Qin Yu was scared silly.

"It turns out that he is a waste who can't even keep up with my body."

After sneering in his heart, the gray-robed man dropped the scimitars in his hands at the same time.

When the long sword fell on his head, Qin Yu moved.

I saw that the rusty sword on his shoulder was lifted by his shoulder and instantly lifted up.

Then, Qin Yu's wrist drove the rusty sword to fall!

"Huh!"

Feeling the sudden wind pressure on his head, the gray-robed man raised his eyelids.

The rusty sword on his head was full of copper green, but it was reflected like a mountain in his eyes!

"Boom!"

"Ah!"

The gray-robed man was smashed into the martial arts stage.

He was embedded in the martial arts stage, not knowing whether he was dead or alive!

In the rubble flying around, Qin Yu calmly carried the long sword on his shoulder.

The audience in the stands seemed to have not reacted, staring blankly at the martial arts arena.

The entire fighting arena was silent.

Qin Yu picked up the rusty sword again, turned his head and looked at the audience below. The person in charge, who was standing with wide eyes and spectators around him, reminded him:

"I'm holding back, this person should not be dead."

"Hurry up and take him down for treatment."

Hearing Qin Yu's words, the person in charge finally came to his senses.

"Okay... okay."

He waved his hand, and immediately two figures rushed up and carried the gray-robed man off the stage.

The spectators on the stage finally reacted and burst into thunderous cheers!