After bidding farewell to Xie Jin, Han Feng rushed directly to the primary martial arts arena.
There are regulations in the front mountain of the academy that junior disciples can only compete in the junior martial arts arena, and intermediate disciples can only compete in the intermediate martial arts arena.
Unless there are special circumstances and apply to the college, they are not allowed to enter each other.
When Han Feng entered the primary martial arts arena, the martial arts arena was already very lively.
There are dozens of arenas, and on more than a dozen arenas, there are people competing.
There were even more people watching, and you could hear people cheering and shouting everywhere.
Han Feng came to the martial arts arena, a ring with the largest number of people gathered, and looked up.
The ones fighting in the ring were two junior disciples, a man and a woman.
The man holds a giant axe, while the woman wields two short swords.
Both of them have eight-star Brilliance level cultivations, and they are each holding weapons and fighting fiercely.
The man moved a giant ax in a rampage, like an "iron ox plowing the field".
The woman holds two daggers in her hands, dodging left and right, like a "dragonfly touching water."
Looking at the situation, it was clear that the men had the upper hand, suppressing the women so that they had no power to fight back.
However, Han Feng's mental strength was outstanding and he was able to sense the woman behind the woman who seemed to be fleeing in panic.
There was a sharp energy secretly building up in her body, and she seemed to be waiting for an opportunity.
This lasted for about half a stick of incense. Even though the man had amazing physical strength and was swinging the giant ax so fiercely, he still needed to adjust his breath.
At the moment when the woman was forced back by a sweeping sweep, the man finally couldn't help but pause in his movements and took the opportunity to adjust his breath.
Unexpectedly, the woman who jumped out after being forced landed on the ground.
There was a flash of light in his eyes, and his figure suddenly shot towards the man like a spring!
The man was startled and suddenly raised his battle ax to resist. However, due to the lack of spiritual power during the breath adjustment, his speed was greatly reduced.
The woman stepped on the handle of the axe, knocking the opponent's giant ax down a few inches, and used the force to fly through the air, like a "flying swallow returning to its nest".
The two daggers burst out with dazzling light, penetrating the man's shoulders like lightning.
Immediately, the woman's strength shook, and the man screamed, and his body was thrown off the ring, losing on the spot.
When the victory was decided, the men and women around the ring could be heard cheering in surprise.
"Haha, well done, I made a lot of money this time!"
Some people beat their chests and lamented in low voices.
"Damn, I'll pay you again. This guy is useless. He can't even beat a woman."
Hearing these voices, Han Feng couldn't help but wonder,
Immediately, he saw a thin young man with sinister features in the crowd.
Holding a heavy black cloth bag in his hand, he walked through the crowd.
He came to some people, quietly took out a handful of spirit stones from the cloth bag and handed them over. Those who accepted the spirit stones were all smiling.
Seeing this scene, Han Feng couldn't help but smile to himself. It seemed that there was no shortage of "gamblers" everywhere, no matter in his past life or in this life.
The fight in the ring had just ended when the referee announced.
"In this battle with Class 11, Lu Yue wins!
In the next battle, Sun Xingbai from the ninth class, with nine brilliant stars, won ten out of thirteen battles.
Fighting against Class 12 Chen Qing, nine-star brilliant, six wins out of nine! "
As the referee announced the contestant for the next battle, the crowd under the ring suddenly became commotion, and everyone started talking in small groups.
"Sun Xingbai of the ninth class is not weak in strength. He is an old student who has been training in the academy for three years and has a deep foundation. He will most likely win this battle."
"Tch, that's hard to say. I heard that Chen Qing from Class 12 is also very capable.
Although he has only been practicing in the academy for more than a year, he is a rising star in Class 12. I heard that among the senior students in his class, his strength is ranked among the top ten. "
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While the crowd was talking about it, the skinny young man walked through the crowd again and whispered in a low voice.
“Come on, come on, it’s open!
Sun Xing of Class 9 wins in vain, buy one and pay three, and Chen Qingsheng of Class 12, buy one and pay five, so he bought it and left it! "
The crowd watching the battle was obviously very familiar with this process. From time to time, someone grabbed the young man and thrust a handful of spiritual stones into his hand.
"I buy Chen Qingsheng!"
"I buy Sun Xing and Bai Sheng!"
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It was equally lively on and off the field.
Not long after, the skinny young man came to Han Feng and looked up.
Seeing that Han Feng was a bit unfamiliar, the young man said with a smile.
"This junior brother is a freshman, would you like to place a bet and play a few games?
Although merit points are the most important in our academy, spiritual stones are necessary for cultivation. Come, come, buy more and get more! "
Han Feng didn't place a bet, but just asked with a smile.
"Senior brother, I am a new student here and I don't quite understand the rules here.
Isn't the martial arts arena a place for students to resolve their grievances? Why is it that one after another here seems to be a competition? "
Seeing that Han Feng was polite and polite, he seemed to be very interested in the group competition.
The skinny young man vaguely smelled the scent of a potential customer and immediately explained patiently.
"Hehe, junior brother, I don't know, our Tiannan College always pays attention to practical combat.
In addition to students' daily practice, many people will come to the martial arts arena to find suitable opponents for actual combat training.
But it is really troublesome to find opponents by yourself, so the academy simply opens several "free arenas" in the martial arts arena every day.
Students who want practical training can sign up, and the college will match the corresponding opponents based on their "cultivation level" and "win rate". "
Han Feng nodded thoughtfully.
"That's it. Thank you, senior brother, for clarifying my doubts. I'll try my luck later."
Seeing that Han Feng had no intention of placing bets, the young man stopped talking nonsense and continued to look for people to place bets around the ring.
But at this moment, Han Feng looked towards the east side of the arena, at the edge of the fighting arena.
There was a table there, with a gray-haired old instructor sitting behind it, and two junior disciples standing beside him.
This is the registration office for the free competition. At this moment, several junior disciples are registering with their identity tokens.
Han Feng glanced at the battle that had just started on the ring, then quietly withdrew from the crowd and went to the registration office.
At this moment, the few people who signed up just now have just left, and there is no one in front of them.
As soon as Han Feng walked to the desk, the gray-haired old teacher looked up at him and said.
"Come to sign up?"
Han Feng nodded.
"Yes."
"Take out the identity token and test your cultivation again."
Immediately, a young man took Han Feng's identity token and registered it.
Another person handed a spherical transparent crystal to Han Feng's hand and asked him to inject a little spiritual power into it.
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After the registration was completed, the old teacher said to Han Feng.
"Go to the ring and wait to go on stage. The battle is over. If you want to continue participating in the battle, come and report, and we will match you with your opponent for the next battle."
Han Feng cupped his hands and turned to leave.
Looking at Han Feng's back, the young man standing on the left side of the teacher frowned and said to himself.
"I seem to have seen this person in the martial arts arena, but I don't remember it."
Another young man said casually.
"Isn't it very clear on his identity token? The freshmen who just entered this year are the expansion students from Bailong County. They must be the rookies who have come to the martial arts arena for the first time."
"That's right." The young man nodded and didn't care.
However, Han Feng came to the ring and watched a few more ring matches.
On the way, the skinny young man came to encourage Han Feng to place a bet, but Han Feng still refused to place a bet.
In the end, the skinny young man shook his head and cursed "poor guy" in a low voice, then ignored Han Feng.
Seeing the end of another arena match, the referee announced the winner and reported immediately.
"In the next battle, Class 7's 'Huang Tong', eight-star Hui class, won four out of five battles.
Fighting against Class 14's 'Han Feng', a brilliant eight-star, with no record in the free arena yet. "
As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion from all sides of the arena.
"Hey... there are new people coming to participate in the freedom war."
"Class 14, aren't those guys from County 23?"
"Han Feng, does this name sound familiar?"
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Han Feng's name is famous in Class 14, but his influence in the entire junior disciple circle is still relatively limited.
Many people had only heard of his name not long ago, but they had forgotten it as time went by, thinking that he was just a rookie participating in the ring competition for the first time.
Immediately, the skinny young man started working again, walking through the crowd and shouting in a low voice.
"Come on... the market is open. Huang Tong wins from class 7, and he pays one for buying one. Han Feng wins from class 14, and pays seven for buying one."
After hearing this, everyone placed their bets, almost all of them betting on Huang Tongsheng.
Although the odds are low, there is almost no suspense about the outcome between old students and freshmen.
Of course, there were one or two "lucky" people who took a fancy to the high odds and placed a small bet on Han Feng's victory.
When the skinny young man was walking among the crowd to collect the spiritual stones, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder.
The young man looked up and saw a familiar young face. He couldn't help but frown.
"Why is it you again? Didn't you see that I'm busy? Ask someone else if you have any questions."
The other party was not angry at the young man's unkind tone, but said calmly.
"I want to place a bet."
Hearing this, the skinny young man was stunned for a moment, and then the impatient expression on his face instantly turned into a smile.
"Haha... Junior Brother finally figured it out, how much do you want to bet, and who will win?"
"I bet two hundred spiritual stones on Han Fengsheng of Class 14."
