Happy Girl

Chapter 94
"Brother Lan, I've already arranged the match for you." Wei Chigong said after coming in, "It's the third match today, and the opponent is a warrior in the mid-stage of True Qi Realm named Baofeng. Here are his details. You can see one time."

As he spoke, he handed a document to Lan Yan, and Lan Yan stretched out his hand to take it and read it carefully.

This storm, as soon as you hear the name, you can tell that it is a martial artist who sells his body. Generally, warriors trained in the martial arts field will start to participate in the competition at the age of 12. It can be said that the combat experience is not inexperienced, and there is no doubt that the attack is fierce.

And although this storm is only in the middle stage of true energy, he is already 17 years old and has been fighting in the martial arts field for five years. One can imagine his combat power.

Lan Yan is quite satisfied with this arrangement. She is here to practice. An opponent who is too weak will not be a challenge to her, so naturally it will not play a role in practice.

When Lan Yan was looking at the information in her hand, Wei Chigong looked at her secretly. Judging from her expression, she guessed that this arrangement was quite satisfactory to the other party, so he laughed and said: "Brother Lan, I have given you the arrangement and opponent information. Now, take a good look, and I won't bother you."

Lan Yan said politely: "Well, thank you Master Wei for your trouble."

Wei Chigong waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, as long as Brother Lan is satisfied."

After sending Wei Chigong out of the room, Lan Yan began to carefully study the information on her opponent Baofeng.The cheers of the audience and the yelling of the hosts in the arena kept coming from outside, and even the sound of rumbling battles could be heard. Lan Yan concentrated on her research, but didn't pay much attention to the noise outside until she heard the noise outside. A member of the martial arts field used a special lion's roar technique to call out the pseudonym she had reported earlier, so she put away the materials and walked out.

It's time for her to fight, and the location is the No. [-] fighting arena on the third floor of the martial arts field.The host there has already begun to introduce the names and backgrounds of the contestants to the audience, encouraging them to place bets.

Before entering the arena, Lan Yan saw many people betting on the storm at the betting table outside the arena, and her odds had risen to 1:18.This is quite understandable, that Bao Feng has galloped in the arena for several years, but Lan Yuzheng is just a newborn calf, anyone who sees that these two parties are fighting, will buy Bao Feng to win.

Lan Yan hesitated for a moment, and went to the betting table and dropped a 1000 tael silver ticket, which was what she got from selling Xiaoyaoshan. To buy cultivation resources, that's not enough at all.

For example, 1000 taels of herbs used by Lan Yan to refine the Yun Ti Pill is only enough for her to get together a month's worth of medicine.Therefore, although practicing martial arts has a bright future, it is also a profession that burns money. People who do not have a family background cannot cultivate powerful warriors at all.

"1000 taels, buying Lan Yu is winning." Lan Yan said coldly, if she wins, 1000 taels will become 8000 taels, and she can also get the betting bonus from the martial arts field, which is enough for her for a while.

"Everyone, what you are going to see next is a martial artist that everyone is very fond of. Over the years, he has participated in 190 five fights, and even won 120 eight fights. Do you know who he is?"

The host stood on the competition stage and fully mobilized the enthusiasm of the audience. The audience raised their fists and shouted: "Storm! Storm! Storm!"

The host shouted: "That's right, he is Baofeng. Let us welcome this brave young warrior—Baofeng." After speaking, he pointed to a passage on the left side of the arena, and saw a man walking out of that passage. A tall young man with a rugged face.

"Storm! Storm! Storm!"

As soon as the audience saw him stepping onto the fighting stage, they immediately became excited again, cheering the warrior's name with even more enthusiasm.

It's a pity that this martial artist didn't seem to be able to see the enthusiasm of the audience at all, and turned a deaf ear to the enthusiastic voices of the audience. He just stared at the opposite passage with a sullen face.

"The one who will appear next is Storm's opponent, a new martial artist named Lan Yuzheng..."

I don't know if it was intentional to mislead the audience, or if there was really nothing to introduce, the host's introduction to Lan Yuzheng seemed a little pale.

Without waiting for Lan Yan to appear on the stage, the audience raised their fists and shouted: "The storm must win! The storm must win!"

Bao Feng remained expressionless. For a martial artist like him who had signed a contract of prostitution, every fight was like a life-threatening horror, and if the martial arts field wanted to earn more betting money, it was impossible not to do something secretly.

Sometimes, if he meets a fierce opponent, if he fails, he will die, and if he doesn't fail, he will be punished by the martial arts field. It is really difficult for people like them to live.

However, it is not easy to live for a lifetime, and no matter how difficult it is, I want to live on.Stormwind has been in the arena for several years, and he has learned to observe his opponents carefully.

If the opponent is talkative, and he is told by the martial arts field that he must lose this round, then he will try his best to make the audience enjoy himself; but the opponent is a fierce character, so he has to be careful. Seeing the way, on the other hand, he has to be vigilant not to be killed by the opponent, and being thrown out of the arena is his best choice.

And when he accepted the arrangement for this match, he had already been notified that there was some information about his opponent Lan Yuzheng. A noble family came here to practice martial arts.

Therefore, he had to make the opponent enjoy the fight and let the audience enjoy watching; however, because he had obtained the permission from the martial arts field in advance, he had to lose the match so that the martial arts field could earn a large sum of money from the bet.

After the host's general introduction, amidst the audience's cheers for the storm, Lan Yan leisurely walked onto the arena.

"Uh... uh... ow..." Many spectators started to cheer. Is that thin and weak person who could fall down when he walked, the opponent of Baofeng today?It's just ridiculous.

Many spectators had already left the seats and went outside to place bets—naturally, they bought Storm to win.Bets can be placed before the competition officially starts.

Stormwind couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw a thin boy with his face half-hidden coming out of the opposite passage.This person is not like the children of aristocratic families he met before, who had the mentality of not wanting to give up until they were beaten to death.

Not to mention that there was no trace of murderous intent on this person, and there was even a bit of weakness in his bones, even the storm doubted whether this person would fall if the wind blew.

After nearly [-] bouts, Bao Feng has already tempered his psychological quality to a considerable extent, and he has not underestimated the enemy in the slightest because of Lan Yan's apparent thinness.People should not be judged by their appearance, which is the conclusion he has learned many times.Although the opponent looks weak, just because he has no murderous aura, it doesn't mean that the opponent's martial arts are weak.

Seeing many spectators leave the seat to bet and come back, the host, who had been planning for a long time, finally raised his hand and announced: "The competition begins!"

When his hand fell, one of Bao Feng's legs had already turned into a gust of wind, sweeping towards Lan Yan.

Lan Yan felt the strength of the opponent's leg, she immediately pulled away and flew back, and with a sweep of her hand in the air, she took the Lisao sword in her hand, and the sword's edge was like rushing water, slashing towards the storm like a sharp wind knife His leg was chopped off.

That Baofeng's leg skills are quite good, seeing the opponent's long sword slashing, his knees suddenly bent downwards, the leg wind that was originally slashing across the waist has changed to attack Lan Yan's lower body.

The sword in Lan Yan's hand undoubtedly failed.But she pressed down on her wrist and took advantage of the situation to slash at the storm's leg.

Baofeng's long legs retreated with a swish, and he rushed forward with his whole body. A pair of palms, with a whistling palm wind, hit Lan Yan's head from the left and right directions.

"This storm lives up to its name. Not only does it attack fiercely, it is also as fast as the wind, and its moves are extremely swift." Yuan Rong commented.

Lan Yan's Lisao sword was originally aimed at Baofeng's leg, but Baofeng's leg suddenly retreated and approached at an extremely fast speed, changing from attacking the lower body to attacking the head, this change was indeed surprisingly fast.

Lan Yan's sword didn't have time to lift up to block the opponent's hands, so she kicked her legs vigorously, and jumped back about Zhang Xu, avoiding the opponent's pair of swords.But the foothold was not stable, and the storm had already turned into a gust of wind again.

Lan Yan had seen his speed, and the long sword turned into a surging water shadow, facing the fierce wind of the storm and then hitting it again.

Hearing a loud bang, Lan Yan stepped back several feet, but Baofeng only took two small steps back.After all, the opponent is in the middle stage of the Zhenqi realm, which is a small level higher than Lan Yan. In this Zhenqi competition, even if Lan Yan has the help of Li Sao Sword, she will still be at a disadvantage.

Lan Yan knew that the opponent's attack was fierce, and she didn't want the opponent to continue to seize the opportunity to attack. When she retreated, she adjusted her breath slightly. The Lisao sword in her hand was rising like a rainbow. When the retreat was over, she immediately kicked her feet hard. Attack the storm.

"Good time." Baofeng secretly praised in his heart, when he raised his palms, the true energy in his palms actually brought the air around him, as if the circle of wind met Lan Yan's Lisao sword.

But Lan Yan knew that she was no match for Baofeng in the competition of true qi, and she didn't want to face him head-on, so when she saw his powerful palm wind coming, she immediately swung the long sword in her hand diagonally, dodging his palm wind, but Then he took a sword flower in his hand and attacked the vital part of Baofeng's neck.

Bao Feng let out a cold snort, his eyes were a bit unruly, and he raised his forearm to block Lan Yan's wrist holding the sword.

Seeing that Baofeng's thick arm was about to hit her wrist, Lan Yan couldn't help but tremble in her heart, she threw the sword in her hand suddenly, and her wrist retreated, but the Lisao sword still attacked Baofeng's neck.

"Storm! Storm! Storm!"

Maybe because they felt that the storm had the upper hand, the enthusiasm of the audience increased further, and the cheers became louder and louder. Many audience members even stood up, raised their hands, blushed and roared thickly.

(End of this chapter)