Chapter 9 Fighting God Arena!

Since Qin Yu's realm has been stagnant for three years, Shufei's status in the palace has been declining, and as a result, the annual and monthly allowances in the hands of the two have become very small.

These two thousand silver coins are the limit that Shufei can take out.

Seeing Qin Yu's look, Qin Ying immediately gritted her teeth:

"You are still pretending when you have no money!"

"Wait for me."

After that, Qin Ying left the sword shop.

Half an hour later, Qin Ying, with some sweat on her forehead, came over and put the bulging bag in her hand into Qin Yu's arms.

Looking at the gold-thread embroidered bag full of silver Xuanwu coins in his hand, Qin Yu's eyes were touched.

"Don't worry, Fifth Sister."

"I will definitely pay you back in the future if I lend you the money."

Qin Ying snorted at him.

Putting the Xuanwu coins in his hand on the wooden board, Qin Yu smiled at the old man:

"One thousand Xuanwu coins, buy a sword."

The old man looked at the Xuanwu coins on the wooden board, his eyes were bright and dark.

"Okay, it's getting late."

"Take your broken sword and go back quickly."

Qin Ying urged.

Qin Yu nodded, circulated his spiritual energy, and pulled up the long sword on the ground with great effort.

The bluestone bricks under his feet shattered instantly.

Qin Yu placed the not-so-sharp sword flat on his shoulder, followed Qin Ying, and walked back to the way he came with great effort.

Looking at the backs of the two, the old man exhaled a foul breath, then turned around and walked back to the sword manual.

Carrying the rusty sword on his shoulder, Qin Yu and Qin Ying walked side by side in the market.

It was already dark, and even the bustling market was a little quieter.

Suddenly, a noisy shouting sounded, attracting Qin Yu's attention.

Qin Yu raised his head and looked at the place where the shouting came from.

A tall circular building surrounded by dozens of high and low stands was crowded with people.

In the center of the building, on the huge square stone platform, two blurry figures seemed to be running against each other.

The people in the stands kept shouting and cheering for the two.

Looking at the semi-open-air circular building in the distance, Qin Yu showed a curious look in his eyes.

Feeling that he stopped, Qin Ying beside him looked sideways and followed his line of sight.

"Fighting God Field."

"The favorite place for martial artists in the world to perform martial arts."

"In the Fighting God Field, not only can you rely on rankings to become famous, but you can also get rich rewards."

"Depending on the realm of the cultivator, the Fighting God Field also sets up different lists."

"The warriors who can make the list are all extremely powerful and are the best in the same realm."

Qin Yu was gradually attracted by Qin Ying's words.

Seeing the curiosity on his face, Qin Ying looked up at the sky:

"Anyway, it's too late for dinner."

"Let's go to the Fighting God Field to observe for a while, and then go back to the palace."

Qin Yu nodded, and the two walked towards the Fighting God Field.

After paying the ten silver coins required to enter the venue, the two of them passed through and walked towards the stands.

Although the stands were surrounded by many layers and the space was not small, it was still a big obstacle for the two of them to pass through the crowded crowd.

After finally finding two seats and sitting down, Qin Yu's eyes were immediately attracted by the battle on the stands.

On the stands, two figures, one old and one strong, were colliding with each other.

The old man was dressed in cloth and bare-handed, and his robes rustled with every move.

The strong man was sweating profusely, carrying an iron rod in his hand, and resisting the old man's attack with a difficult look on his face.

Every move of the old man hit the wooden stick, which would cause the strong man to step back a few steps.

"Mr. Huang!"

"Hurry up and kill this ignorant brat!"

"I've placed a lot of bets on you!"

"Li Huo! Get that old man off the Qi Condensation Ranking! You've won seven games now! Just win one more game! You can be on the Qi Condensation Ranking!"

Hearing the shouts from all around, Qin Ying also explained for Qin Yu:

"If someone is not on the Qi Condensation Ranking, they need to win eight consecutive challenges to be on the Qi Condensation Ranking."

"The opponents in the first seven games are random, and each wants to challenge someone on the Qi Condensation Ranking."

"But for the eighth game, you must choose an opponent from the Qi Condensation Ranking to defeat him before you can be on the Qi Condensation Ranking!"

"This strong man should want to be on the Qi Condensation Ranking, and he has won one game in a row."

"After all, the old man on the opposite side has been ranked 100th on the Qi Condensation Ranking for many years, and he is a powerful person at the fifth level of Qi Condensation!"

Qin Yu, who placed the embroidered sword flat at his feet, nodded and watched the battle on the stage silently.

At this time, the battle on the stage has reached a fever pitch.

Only two figures were seen, one above and one below.

The old man called Huang Lao jumped into the air, and his cloth clothes were pulled out of the corners by the strong wind.

His fists carried spiritual energy, condensed into a phantom, and smashed down the iron rod of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and swung the iron rod to smash.

A faint spiritual energy was wrapped around the iron rod.

"Dang!!"

The sound of collision sounded.

This sound was not like a fist hitting an iron rod, but rather like the intersection of metal and iron.

The next second, the middle-aged man was lifted up by the iron rod and flew to the stage.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man fell down, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then gritted his teeth and waited for the old man to land on the stage.

After supporting for a moment, the man fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and helplessly covered his eyes:

"I lost!"

Hearing this, Huang Lao in the stands jumped down and walked to the side of the middle-aged man with a smile.

He stretched out his hand, pulled the badly injured young man up from the ground, and then patted him on the shoulder:

"Arrogance is a good thing."

"But next time you choose an opponent, remember to choose one that's a little behind."

"I haven't been on the Condensation Ranking for so many years in vain."

After saying that, the old man in plain clothes turned around and walked towards the consul who was collecting the silver coins. He took his wallet with a smile and thanked him.

More than half of the spectators in the stands cheered excitedly, while the rest sighed.

Qin Yu stared at the purse in the old man's hand, thinking.

The purse was bulging, and it was obvious that it was full of money.

"Fifth sister."

"If you succeed in challenging the Condensation Qi Ranking, how many silver coins can you get?"

Qin Ying glanced at him, and then slowly said:

"If you succeed in challenging one, you will get 100 silver coins."

"If you succeed in two, it will double."

"It will double after that."

"But if you succeed in all eight rounds and become a strong man on the Condensation Qi Ranking, you will get 10,000 silver coins!"

"That is 100 Xuanwu coins!"

"And the warriors on the Condensation Qi Ranking will receive monthly salaries based on their rankings."