"I got it, go ahead!" Hearing Gong Yaxin's uneasy instructions, Jiang Hao smiled silently.

What does this little girl think of him? He is not a child. Is it possible that he could get lost?

"Let's go! Master Chen Xiang from Ying Hall and Master Wang Xiang from Xiong Hall are competing!"

"Has it started yet?"

"Not yet, but soon. Hurry up. If you're late, you won't be able to place your bet!"

"Who do you think has a better chance of winning?"

"Master Chen Xiang, his Eagle Claw Skill is close to perfection and he can easily crack open monuments and rocks!"

"Then Master Wang Xiang is not weak at all. Although his cultivation level is one level lower than that of Master Chen Xiang, his body cultivation skills are outstanding and difficult to be hurt by ordinary swords. Moreover, his skills are unique and his energy and blood are better than those of ordinary black iron.

The warriors at the eighth level are much more powerful!"

"In this way, these two people are really evenly matched!"

"It's really exciting to say the least! Go faster, otherwise you won't be able to get a good seat if you're later!"

"Let's go..."

Jiang Hao was watching boredly, when several warriors passed by, but their conversation suddenly caught his attention.

He turned around and saw that the team that had just been training had stopped at some point. A group of people gathered at the east entrance of the martial arts field.

From time to time, cheers and cheers came from over there.

Discuss, compete and place bets...

A bit interesting.

Jiang Hao stood up and looked back at the place where Gong Yaxin had just left.

The canteen where Gong Yaxin went to buy things was in the building across the aisle. He thought it wasn't too far away, and he should be able to see Gong Yaxin when she came back soon.

Thinking like this, driven by curiosity, Jiang Hao followed the flow of people and walked towards the east gate.

There is a platform over two meters high at the east gate. From a distance, you can see two warriors standing on it. Both of them are about thirty years old.

His thin body is tall and straight, and his finger joints are thick. It can be seen that he is the result of years of practicing hand skills.

I just heard some warriors talk about the Eagle Claw Kung Fu. I guess this person is Master Chen Xiang of Yingtang.

The warrior standing opposite Chen Xiangzhu gives people a stronger visual impact.

This man is extremely tall and muscular, with a height of not more than 1.9 meters but more than 2 meters. He does not have obvious muscle outlines like ordinary warriors. Instead, his whole body is wrapped in a thick layer of fat, and he looks like a

Like meat balls.

With his dark skin, he really looked like a giant bear standing there.

Needless to say, this must be Xiong Tang’s Wang Xiangzhu.

Ever since Jiang Hao realized the intention of the sword, he has become particularly sensitive to the warrior's aura.

Just looking at him from a distance, I felt that this man was full of vitality and blood, and standing on the ring was like a burning flame.

The majestic Qi machine is so powerful that one cannot look directly at it.

Outside the ring, there were people on three levels inside and three outside.

Several people set up two small tables next to the ring, and four of them sat at the tables to write tickets. There was also one standing on a stool and shouting loudly at the onlookers.

"There are still ten minutes left! If you want to place your bet, hurry up!"

"After purchasing, keep the receipt. If the receipt is lost, we will not be responsible!"

"Don't worry, line up and come one by one in order!"

Without him even needing to shout, the onlookers had already gathered around him.

"I buy Chen Xiang to win!"

"I bet 40, Du Wangxiang will win!"

"Old Wang, Master Wang Xiang is only at the 7th level of the Black Iron Realm. If you bet so much on him, aren't you afraid of losing your pants?"

"Although Wang Xiangzhu is one level lower than Chen Xiangzhu in cultivation, look at his size. He is twice as big as Chen Xiangzhu, and his weight alone can crush him to death! Besides, Wang Xiangzhu is from my family, so of course I have to keep him.

Win!"

"The martial arts competition is not about weight. Chen Xiangzhu can make up for it because of his great hand skills, and his body and light skills are also outstanding. Wang Xiangzhu is covered in fat, and when Chen Xiangzhu turns around, there will be a big hole when he puts his claws down. How can it be compared? What a man.

Fool!"

"Who are you calling a fool? Try saying it again?"

"No, why can't you understand Haolai's words? I'm thinking about you!"

"Bah, the thin ones are useless! I'll give you the cheap ones!"

"Why are you swearing!"

"Yes, I just scolded you! What's wrong? I dare to take responsibility, do you dare?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, someone who maintained order immediately came over and shouted, "What are you arguing about? If you want to place a bet, place your bet quickly. If you are not convinced, wait for the Xiangzhu to finish the fight later, and you can fight in the ring, in private

Take action, be careful and be punished severely by gang regulations!"

Hearing the person maintaining order say this, the two people who had just quarreled glared at each other.

"I'll see you on stage later, but don't be shy!"

"The one who doesn't dare to fuck is the grandson!"

........

Jiang Hao listened for a while and got the outline. It seemed that every once in a while, there would be such an informal competition between the masters of different Xiangtangs in the Xinye Mercenary Group.

After the incense masters have finished fighting, the gang members in the audience can also come on stage to compete.

This kind of public competition is allowed, but private fighting is strictly prohibited by the gang rules.

This is quite different from when Jiang Hao was in the gang before. I don’t know if it’s because the mercenary group he originally belonged to was too small, but they have never had this kind of competition.

However, Jiang Hao personally feels that this method is not bad.

This is not a time of peace, and wolves in captivity are not as good as dogs.

Only fierce fighting like this from time to time can inspire the warrior's fighting spirit and bloody spirit.

Jiang Hao watched for a while and saw that the number of bettors had decreased a lot, so he stepped forward and asked, "Is there a rule that only people from the mercenary group can participate in our bet?"
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Upon hearing this, the registration officer raised his head and glanced at Jiang Hao, and said with a smile, "No, it's anonymous. Old man, do you also want to place a bet? If you want, hurry up, it's about to start."

"Okay!" Jiang Hao nodded, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and asked, "Just asking, there is no inside story about our competition, right?"

"Haha, you old man is really interesting! Don't worry, you are a child. If you are really lucky, the victory will be all yours!"

"That's good!" After hearing what he said, Jiang Hao slowly took out the money from his pocket and asked, "How much is our one bet?"

"One hundred!"

Jiang Hao counted the numbers. When he came out in the morning, he didn't think about where to use the money. He didn't bring much money with him at all.

Seeing Jiang Hao holding a pile of small change, counting back and forth, and not placing a bet for a long time. The people behind him started shouting with some dissatisfaction, "Can you hurry up! It's so annoying!"

"Old man, if you don't have money, get out of the way. Don't get in the way!"

When Jiang Hao was urged by the people behind him, he also became stubborn and said, "What are you yelling about? I'm in a hurry to reincarnate!"

"Hey, this old man has a bad temper."

While they were arguing, Jiang Hao thought for a moment, took something out of his pocket, and handed it to the ticket writer.
Chapter completed!