Zhang Yuanqing returned, walked up to Lian Sanyue, and whispered: "Since you are his aunt, you should tell him who I am!"

He didn't press his fingerprints, trying to make a last-ditch effort.

It's not easy for him to reveal his identity. There are mixed fish and dragons here, and there are evil occupations.

If the news of his appearance here is passed on to the saints in the evil organization, or even the masters, it will add a lot of trouble and crisis.

Huadu is not Songhai, and it is not its own territory, so be cautious.

"Why should I tell him!" Lian Sanyue exhaled white smoke.

This woman. Zhang Yuanqing looked at her a few times, and suddenly had a clearer impression of Li Chunfeng's description.

Lian Sanyue snorted: "What I said outside is in vain. Believe it or not, even if you tell him your identity, Zhao Feichen will steal you."

Domineering, spoiled brat, plus clever use of the rules, consciously unreasonable? Zhang Yuanqing didn't speak any more, and pressed his fingerprints on the parchment.

On the old and simple parchment, tadpole-like characters lit up one by one, and two thumbprints emerged, emitting white smoke. In the dark, some kind of power witnessed the contract, and those who violated it would be severely punished.

Lian Sanyue put away the parchment, looked at her nephew not far away, and said:

"Give me the flint."

Zhao Feichen stretched out his hand and wiped the booth. Ten dark red stones were neatly lined up.

Lian Sanyue wiped it again, and she put away the flint.

"Let's go to the ring." She looked around at the spectators and said with a smile:

"Those who want to watch the game, remember to buy tickets, 200,000 tickets."

After finishing speaking, she swayed away from the shed with a cigar in her hand, and walked towards the venue behind the black market.

The three strong men responsible for maintaining order said loudly:

"Please buy tickets here."

All of a sudden, they were looted, and the customers who visited the black market rushed to the three strong men first, while the stall owners collected the valuable things on the stalls and flocked to buy tickets.

A life-and-death battle in the Saint Realm is a rare event.

Not to mention a ticket of 200,000 yuan, they are willing to watch it even if the ticket price is doubled.

Usually, the life-and-death fighters in the arena are all extraordinary walkers, and it is almost impossible for saints to play.

200,000 sheets, let alone more than 100 people here, that is close to 20 million? As a contestant, shouldn't he be given a share? Zhang Yuanqing heard it in his ears, and silently sighed that opening the black market is really profitable.

No wonder this Lian Sanyue has the cost to manufacture so many props.

Lian Sanyue's waist twisted exaggeratedly, but she walked very slowly. By the time Zhang Yuanqing followed her to the ring, there were already more than a dozen spiritual practitioners rushing over after buying tickets.

Below the arena, experienced spectators kept a distance of more than ten meters from the arena and watched from a distance.

As more and more people gathered, there was a lot of noise and chatter.

"Miss Boss, do you want to sit in the manor? Let everyone play a game."

"What's there to gamble about? Zhao Feichen is sure to win. His bodyguard is a level 5 swordsman. In terms of melee combat, swordsmen can be ranked in the top three. In addition, the Zhao family has no shortage of props. Let's make up for the weaknesses of swordsmen. Tsk tsk, as stable as Mount Tai." JrNovels.com