After Zeng Zhaolong left, no one came over again.
He met very few people in Lingu.
The most common time was during the night patrol in Beicheng. Unfortunately, most of the night patrol colleagues died.
Before going out to station, it seemed that he had conflicts with some people, but these things disappeared with the passage of time.
In an extremely simple house.
Chen Qingyan had a compass in front of him.
He threw the bone money away.
Staring for a moment, nothing changed.
Simply put it away.
Nothing happened all night.
Early the next morning.
The entire Jugu City became lively.
Of course, the eighty-one arenas are not all placed on the main peak, but are set up in five urban areas in the southeast, northwest, and northwest for people to watch.
When Chen Qingyan came to the Xuanzi No. 9 Arena in the south of the city, it was already crowded with people watching the excitement. Many vendors set up stalls around the arena, and various snacks could be seen everywhere.
It's a bit cloudy today, the wind is cool, but no rain.
For the people of Jugucheng, this is very good weather.
A woman in a yellow shirt stood on the Xuanzi No. 9 ring with an expressionless face, as if she was waiting for something.
Chen Qingyan knew from the mysterious bone order hanging on the woman's body that this person was a monk and would probably become the referee of Arena No. 9 later.
He looked around and found many people carrying weapons, including outer disciples in fancy clothes and all kinds of outsiders.
Of course, Chen Qingyan also met several inner disciples here.
However, they were all in the teahouse, with a commanding view of the arena and the streets, occupying the best position to watch the battle.
"when--!"
In the direction of Lingu, a bell suddenly rang.
"No. 1, No. 2, come on stage."
The woman in the center of the ring shouted softly, but the sound spread throughout the surroundings.
Suddenly, two people who had been waiting under the stage jumped onto the stage.
"Show me your license plate number."
"let's start."
After a brief fight, a person flew out from the stage.
"No. 2 wins." The female cultivator immediately pronounced the verdict, and after driving the winner off the stage, she continued:
"Number three and four, come on stage."
After four consecutive games, the victory and defeat were decided faster and faster. Chen Qingyan thought that it would be his turn in two hours at most.
Not wanting to waste time watching the noobs pecking each other, I entered the teahouse, ordered a table of dishes, and started eating and drinking without any distractions.
Yuan Wan Gong combines the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought, and auxiliary skills such as Qing Mi Gong are also reflected in Yuan Wan Gong.
The more you eat, the more light Qi of water and grain will be extracted. Now, after the light Qi of water and grain has been integrated with many similar exercises, this kind of gas has undergone a qualitative change. In addition to assisting in practice, it can also make people live without food. , it has many benefits for the body and is very mysterious.
Others saw that he was eating heartily, but his stomach was not bloated, as if he was eating air.
Halfway through the meal, Chen Qingyan took out a pot of home-brewed medicinal wine from his savings bag. As soon as he filled the bowl, a man sat across from him and pushed a bowl over.
"you do not mind."
The visitor said something careless, took out a pair of fasteners, picked up a piece of thick, soft meat, and chewed it happily.
Chen Qingyan looked at the bowl in front of him and then at the other party. This is a middle-aged man with a small beard on his chin, his clothes are open, and his chest is exposed.
Come and try it quickly. 】
This look does not look like someone from Lingu.
The stalemate movements of his hands slowed down, he poured wine into the bowl and pushed it back.
"Wow~ It tastes so mellow, bitter at first and then sweet."
The middle-aged man clicked his tongue a few times and drank all the wine in the bowl.
"Good wine, brother, have another bowl."
Chen Qingyan looked at him, and the last drink from the wine flask also went into the other person's bowl.
"Are you also here to participate in the Valley Summit martial arts?"
he asks.
The man laughed, "Of course, otherwise who would come to this poor place?"
He stroked his beard as he spoke, feeling very satisfied.
"Oh, I forgot, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you Lingu's disciple?"
Chen Qingyan nodded, took out a token and put it on it.
"One and two, that's right. If you can't stand up to me, you'll be miserable."
The other party's answer made Chen Qingyan laugh, but it could be seen that this person was very confident, even arrogant.
"Why are you laughing? Oh~ You should be lucky and laugh if you can't handle me."
"Where did you buy this wine? Tell me the place. I'll buy a few bottles when it's over."
The man shook the empty wine bottle, somewhat unfinished.
"Lingyuefang City, Qingyan Alchemy Shop, twenty Lingyu coins per pot."
"Hiss~ so expensive?"
The man tilted his head and rolled his big eyes, "Haha, since I drank your wine, I'll treat you to this meal."
Chen Qingyan shook his head, "I have already paid."
"Hmm~" the man muttered, "Do you know who No. 101 is? I'll beat him up for you."
Chen Qingyan looked at the other person carefully and didn't know whether this person was really stupid or pretending to be stupid. He dared to cause trouble in Jugucheng and wanted to beat the contestants in broad daylight, breaking the martial arts rules of Gushan Summit.
Brave enough.
"No need to."
Chen Qingyan refused without even thinking.
"You are unhappy."
I never thought that the middle-aged man would be unhappy.
Chen Qingyan could tell at this time that the guy in front of him was a little abnormal.
Too lazy to talk to him.
When the other party saw that Chen Qingyan was silent, he became sulky.
Suddenly, Chen Qingyan's nose twitched and he slowly turned his head.
I saw the middle-aged man who was still sulking before. For some reason, his upper body turned into an angry lion, and the ferocious face of a bear was faintly protruding from his chest.
"No way!?"
Chen Qingyan frowned, stood up and left the dinner table.
"Roar--!"
A shadow covered him, and the monster with a lion's head and a bear's face rushed towards Chen Qingyan.
"Ah~~~"
Screams rang out, the surrounding guests panicked, and several inner disciples ran down from the teahouse.
"I know that all these people from outside are causing trouble."
One of them said coldly.
"etc."
"Huh?" Several inner disciples were stunned and found that the expected chaos did not happen.
"what are you doing?"
Chen Qingyan held the evil sword against the monster with the head of a lion and the body of a bear. The monster opened its teeth and claws, giving people a sense of horror and ferociousness.
But he didn't actually take action, and he didn't even destroy the bowl on the table.
"Oh ho, I'm just scaring you, hahaha, it's my turn to play."
As soon as the words fell, the weirdo jumped out of the window, causing a burst of exclamations, and landed in front of the female nun with a cold eyebrow and a well-behaved face.
Chen Qingyan shook his head, glanced at the few inner disciples who were a little confused, returned to his seat, took out a bottle of medicinal wine from the storage bag, looked at the window, and paid attention to the arena.
Perhaps because he was frightened by the appearance of the middle-aged man, the contestant on the sixty-sixth wooden plate did not dare to take the stage until the female cultivator announced the winner.
The weird man who won the game effortlessly quickly lost all the abnormal changes in his body and returned to his previous appearance of a middle-aged man.
"Brother, how can you secretly drink by yourself?"
A bowl was pushed in front of Chen Qingyan again.
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