Tai'an Street, Colosseum.
In the central square, there were hundreds of people surrounded by three circles inside and three outside, and more people sat in the stands and stayed to watch the fun.
And in the very center, next to the fighting stage.
There were two groups of people confronting each other. One was headed by Gu Baiyu, who represented Zhong Yan, and was flanked by many monks from the Keqing Mansion.
On the other side were a group of about ten people, led by a young man in a blue shirt, some of whom were strangers and some of whom were regular customers of the Colosseum.
The two sides competed with each other, but there was no tense situation.
The cause of the incident was that the young man in blue shirt bet a thousand spirit stones. Seeing that the monster he was betting on was about to lose, he directly intervened and killed the monster that was about to win on the magic platform with one finger.
After causing a commotion, the young man in blue shirt threatened that the Colosseum was cheating and demanded compensation for the spiritual stones. After a verbal spat, his ultimate goal was revealed - to invest in the Colosseum.
"Master Qingyang is so powerful!"
"It's no wonder that the Colosseum is so badly run if you stand in a latrine and don't poop. It operates in secret and ruins its credibility."
The man in blue shirt was holding a folding fan in his hand, sitting on a large chair, looking around at the monks of the Keqing Mansion and said: "If I were to manage it, I would be fair and just, and I would guarantee that everyone would get more than three times their salary every year!"
"Let me tell you, why do you always lose? You must be doing something secretly!"
"Compensate!"
"Compensate!"
"I won't pursue it any further. All previous debts have been written off!"
There were voices rising and falling from the crowd.
Gu Baiyu looked calm and noticed that some of the people who made noises were monks who had credit accounts in the Colosseum.
Many guest monks looked at me, I looked at you, and finally looked at the leader Gu Baiyu and others. Although they were angry and angry, they did not dare to take action rashly.
Because the young man in blue was accompanied by mostly late-stage monks, and there was also an old man in gray with a rather powerful aura, who was suspected of building a foundation.
"Humph, I think the matter has been exposed, so I don't dare to show up!"
"I can also do this to serve the mage!"
"Then Zhong Yan has never even been to the Colosseum once, so why talk about working for everyone's benefit? What a joke!"
"I don't care about this, just pay for it!"
He looked so angry that he thought he had been wronged so much and suffered a huge loss.
Some people even opened their mouths without blushing: "I have lost more than two thousand yuan since the opening of the Colosseum! According to the rules, ten times the compensation!"
Nonsense!
Although the Colosseum is very profitable, it is rare for a single person to lose five or six hundred spirit stones. Those who lose more than one thousand are almost always debited.
More than half of the profits came from ordinary customers in Qingyang City, betting on the beads.
Zhong Yan, who had arrived here and listened to the group of warriors at the rear for a while, narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced around. The collected information appeared in his mind, and finally he chose a weakling at the sixth level of Qi Refining with no background.
Jump out with an arrow.
A palm print was on the back of his heart.
The monk who was attacked vomited blood, screamed, and hit the center of the field like a kite with a broken string.
Zhong Yan followed closely behind, placed his soles on his chest, landed on the ground and looked around the crowd.
The sudden change caused an uproar.
Zhong Yan looked at a seventh-level monk in the crowd and said coldly: "When will it be your turn to comment on what Zhong is doing!"
After finishing his words, Yuan Power spurted out from under his feet. The sixth-floor male cultivator rolled his eyes, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he died.
You can hear the needle drop for a while.
Many late-stage monks finally determined Zhong Yan's realm at the moment he took action - indeed he had reached the seventh level of the late stage!
The monks who had spoken earlier all looked away, suddenly remembering the name of the 'Qingyang Fierce Ape', who had massacred the whole family of the Xue Mansion and killed several monks.
The seventh-level monk who was being stared at looked ugly, flushed a little, and did not dare to refute.
The chaos and shouting were okay, but when it came to facing the person directly, he was timid.
Zhong Yan is not alone. On the surface, he has the support of many monks in the Keqing Mansion, and he also partners with the Yang family, a newly established family of cultivators, to run the market.
At the same time, sound transmissions penetrated into Zhong Yan's ears.
"Friend Zhong Dao, the man in blue shirt who started the trouble is Peng Wanli from the Peng family in Blackwater City. He is ranked fifth among the three generations and is at the ninth level of Qi refining..."
"The old man in gray clothes should be the guest minister of the Peng family. He may be a master of foundation building."
"Master Zhong, Master Bai and Master Tao went to the black market yesterday and have not returned yet. Taoist Duobao has not been seen for several days..."
There is another one from Yuan Ziyi: "The pinnacle of the first level of foundation building."
Zhong Yan's eyes flashed slightly, Heishui Peng's family was a stronger immortal cultivating family than Wang's Liu family. There were several foundation builders and they were backed by the Five Elements Sect.
He sent a message to Gu Baiyu and asked: "Does the fighting beast have any tricks?"
Seeing him shaking his head, Zhong Yan turned to look at the young man in blue shirt who was sitting on a chair lazily shaking his fan, unmoved by the death of a monk. He cupped his hands and said with a smile:
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Peng! I didn't know that Fellow Daoist Peng came to Qingyang, but it was Zhong who was negligent. Please forgive me. Can you tell me about it?"
Peng Wanli glanced at the ordinary Yuan Ziyi suspiciously, folded his fan and stood up with a smile: "Of course!"
"Bai Yu!"
Zhong Yan called out and walked towards the front hall.
Gu Baiyu left behind to deal with the aftermath, looked around at the crowd and handed his hands: "Sorry everyone, today's beast battle will not count. All bets will be returned and re-placed. Tickets and handling fees for the next two days will be free..."
Go all the way into a separate room inside the main hall.
Zhong Yan was followed by Yuan Ziyi and a late-stage Keqing monk at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Behind Peng Wanli was only the old man in gray.
After sitting down, Zhong Yan asked bluntly and with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Peng wants to join the Colosseum?"
"I wonder what Master Zhong wants?"
Zhong Yan looked thoughtful: "Then it would be better to sell my share to you directly."
"oh?"
Peng Wanli was surprised, glanced at the old man in gray, and asked, "How to sell it?"
Zhong Yan said: "I have 30%, 100,000 spiritual stones."
Peng Wanli laughed angrily and said, "You might as well grab it! I won't need so much to get a new one! Don't think I don't know how much you probably spent at that time!"
Zhong Yan curled his lips inwardly. The other party didn't come to discuss cooperation, but came to ruin the situation. Wasn't it just to intimidate him and lower the price?
He is not a soft persimmon, and he will not accept this trick, "You can't say that. The Colosseum is backed by the Keqing Mansion, and now its reputation has spread. You are well aware of the so-called manipulation. Fellow Daoist Peng, don't just focus on the present, you have to look at long-term benefits.”
After a pause, Zhong Yan added: "Even if the new retinue mage from the capital comes, my 30% will still be at this price."
Peng Wanli frowned and pondered for a moment, then said: "Ten thousand."
"I think Fellow Daoist Peng is the one grabbing it. No negotiation for 100,000 yuan."
Zhong Yan said with a smile, pointing to the ninth-level monk next to him, "Ask fellow Daoist Qi, how many monks are there in Qingyang City now?"
Qi Xianzong: "At least 1,200 people, more than half of whom have increased since last year."
Zhong Yan said with a smile: "Look! The Wei Kingdom is fighting, Qingyang is at the junction of Qingyang City, and the number of monks in Qingyang City, which has already become a big city, will only increase.
Not to mention the wealthy mortal families in the city, when the first batch of prayer beads from the Yan Kingdom are harvested next year, the mortal warriors will definitely account for more than 80% of their gambling capital!
The Peng family is big, so it's not comparable to other casual cultivators like us. If you get more late-stage monsters, even foundation-building monsters, and hold a beast-fighting competition or something, wouldn't it be easy to get a hundred thousand spirit stones?
Nowadays, there are only two Colosseums in the northwest cities of Yan State, Qingyang and Wangdi, and Wangdi is not even as popular as Qingyang.
In addition, if Daoyou Peng buys it now and the Capital City steps in next year, you will not suffer any loss whether you sell it again to protect your capital or continue to operate as a partnership. "
Peng Wanli's eyes flickered and he hesitated for a moment: "Twenty thousand!"
Zhong Yan did not change his words: "One hundred thousand. Last month the profit of the Colosseum was nearly ten thousand, and it increases every month. I still feel like I am losing money while I am collecting money."
Peng Wanli frowned and said coldly: "You don't want to sell it, just to entertain me!"
"The buying and selling premium can be ignored if you think it's inappropriate. Is it possible..."
As he said that, Zhong Yan stared at him: "Fellow Daoist Peng still wants to rob him?"
Their eyes met, and the atmosphere became anxious.
After a while of silence, there was a fluctuation of vitality in the venue. It was the old man in gray who communicated with Peng Wanli. The latter said without any doubt: "Forty thousand, you can decide for yourself!"
Zhong Yan pondered for a moment and said: "Deal! But I have a condition, the full amount must be ready for the spirit stone."
Peng Wanli shook his head and said: "Five thousand spirit stones, the rest will be replaced by other resources, the price has been compromised, this matter is not negotiable."
Zhong Yan frowned, and said in embarrassment for a moment: "Then the rest will be replaced by monsters, and they must be alive! Otherwise, the deal will be canceled! Zhong will follow whatever Taoist friend Peng has to do!"
Peng Wanli was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You want to open another Colosseum?"
Zhong Yan said decisively: "Of course not. If Zhong can't do the thing of smashing pots while eating, I can promise not to open a colosseum in Qingyang or Qianli in the future."
Peng Wanli thought for a while, opened the folding fan, stood up and walked out: "Transaction in half a month!"
"There is nothing you can't do."
Zhong Yan looked at the back and said with a smile: "I suggest fellow Daoist Peng buy the entire share of the Colosseum, so that he will have more say when facing the capital."
Yuan Ziyi looked at his profile and blinked.
I just talked about refining the blood of monsters earlier.
In the blink of an eye, a batch was exchanged and they were sold out of the Colosseum in time.
But it kills two birds with one stone.
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