Chapter 583: Arranged! The show begins

"Yes, he participated in a total of ten games in the past half day and all won. The audience chose to place bets for him one-sidedly, and there was almost no loss of money." The staff replied.

The young man pondered: "This is not good."

Most of the sources of income from the martial arts arena come from the runes bet by the audience.

Those who win the bet seem to have won a lot, but in fact, some of the money flows into the pockets of the martial arts arena.

As long as someone loses money, you will make a profit in the battle arena!

But now the audience is all-in-one Fan Jianying.

As long as Fan Jian continues to win all the way, even if the audience doesn’t make much money in each game, they don’t lose money.

Then the loss is the battle arena!

The young man has a very big background, so he runs a martial arts arena, so he naturally wants to make money.

He won't do a loss-making deal.

"Transfer my command. In the next game, arrange for Cheng Jinhu to compete with Fan Jian!" the young man said coldly.

The staff were startled.

He said in a hurry: "Mr. Cheng is a Nascent Soul Cultivator, and we only have the Golden Pill level competition here."

Every Nascent Soul monk is a giant on the road to Dharma God.

They disdain to participate in this kind of competition.

Therefore, the highest standard for the martial arts competition in the martial arts arena is the Golden Pill stage.

However, although the Nascent Soul monk is strong, he is hard to support himself.

They usually rely on powerful forces.

Cheng Jinhu is the guest official hired by the martial arts arena.

The young man smiled faintly: "Don't worry, Cheng Jinhu has a secret technique that makes people unable to see his true cultivation."

After hearing this, the staff was overjoyed: "Then I'll make arrangements immediately."

At this moment, in front of the ring.

Fan Jian said: "Young Master, I have been winning streaks. I am afraid I won't be able to match my opponent today."

Mu Feifan: "Wait for a while, if we still can't wait, we will leave."

If they win another game, they will receive a million reward.

To be honest, Mu Feifan is a little reluctant.

After all, on the road to the Dharma God, the system has never had any prompts for amplification.

Mu Feifan is also wondering the reason.

Could it be that the rules of the path to the Dharma God are so domineering that even the functions of the system are limited?

Suddenly, a line of text appeared on the light curtain above my head.

"The next game, the No. 1 arena, the Golden Dan-level competition, Fan Jian vs. Cheng Jinhu."

"Ahaha, young master, it's my turn!" Fan Jian was very happy.

He walked onto the ring with a swagger.

The little turkey stood on Fan Jian's shoulder and was also full of energy.

Opposite Fan Jian, there was a thin old man standing.

The old man is Cheng Jinhu.

But seeing how the wind blows, he is not worthy of his name at all.

When the onlookers saw this, they couldn't help but laugh.

"Looking at the old man's weak look, the chicken god will be more at a moment, don't burn him to death."

"It's not easy for the old man to go out to open business at such an old age."

"I must have come to earn a coffin book, and I will retire after a fight."

"Haha, although I can't win, if I have an industrial injury, I will be buried in the martial arts arena."

Everyone laughed and put the rune stone on Fan Jian.

Because this one-sided situation occurred in ten consecutive games, no audience would choose to opt for Fan Jian’s enemy.

Although I don’t earn much each time, mosquito legs are also fleshy.

At this moment, Fan Jian, no, should be a little turkey, and he has become a symbol of the God of Wealth in the hearts of the audience.

In the backstage room.

The young man used his spell to observe every move in the hall.

Seeing that everyone was placing bets for Fan Jian, he couldn't help but laugh: "By bet, a bunch of idiots, you'll cry later."

At this time, on the ring.

Cheng Jinhu smiled and said, "Young man, I will show mercy later. I am a handful of old bones, and I don't want to die here."

Fan Jian also smiled silly and said, "Don't worry, old man, we chicken gods have always respected the elderly and loved the young."

The little turkey's pointed chicken mouth also had a smile that was sure to hold.

However, Mu Feifan's expression in the audience was a little unnatural.

Xia Yuchan asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

Mu Feifan looked at Cheng Jinhu on the stage and narrowed his eyes: "Wife, you know that in the world of immortal cultivation, the older people are, they are either ordinary people or very powerful people. Even the old man walking his dog in the park may be a master with unique skills."

Xia Yuchan: "Do you think Cheng Jinhu will be very strong?"

Mu Feifan: "This is just my guess..."

Xia Yuchan: "Hey, I only know that women have a strong sixth sense, but I didn't expect you to believe in such a mysterious thing."

At this moment, Cheng Jinhu on the ring said, "Young man, can I let me take action first? If I am afraid that if you take action first, I may just kneel down."

These words made Fan Jian feel a little fluttered in his heart.

But he still asked the little turkey: "Chicken God, what do you think?"

The little turkey swayed the chicken wings very generously, indicating that he didn't care.

Cheng Jinhu smiled.

The next second, his spiritual power churned.

"The gold advanced spell gold sword breaks through the air!"

The terrifying golden spiritual power whizzed out from Cheng Jinhu's palm.

A big knife condensed in the air, like a divine gold, emitting sharp divine light throughout!

Fan Jian was confused.

The little turkey was also confused.

The audience was even more confused.

"This is too powerful!"

"It's an advanced spell!"

"It's been amplified, I smelled the purple divine pattern!"

"Damn, are you a dog?"

Mu Feifan was shocked.

Among the opponents Fan Jian encountered just now, although some people can release advanced spells, this is the first time that they have experienced an increase.

Cheng Jinhu has such a profound foundation!

Fan Jian's eyes were almost blinded by the golden sword.

He held the little turkey and said, "Chen God, can you resist it?"

The little turkey crowed.

Fan Jian was surprised: "You mean no problem?"

Little Turkey thought to myself, how could I know... Translator comes over and help me beat this idiot.

At this moment, the translator Mu Feifan shouted to them: "Be careful!"

The forty-meter-long sword has already come to kill it.

There were a series of explosions in the air!

The little turkey spewed out a phoenix flame.
To be continued...