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"Old Senior Chan, can you tell me how you're going to help me now?" Yan Huan asked.

"Follow me!" I won't lie to you. " Zen Yiwu said with an expressionless face.

The elder continued walking forward, completely ignoring Yan Huan. Yan Huan gave a "hmph" in response, but she still helplessly followed him.

"Kid, your swordsmanship is pretty good. I wonder how strong your ability to fight bare-handed is?" Zen Yiwu walked in front and asked without even turning his head.

"Empty combat? Why do you ask? " Yan Huan asked.

"Because the next part of your work is related to bare-handed fighting!" Zen Yiwu said.

"Oh? Is that so? "It's just that I don't know much about my ability to fight empty-handed, but I can still deal with a person in the Qi Jing realm." Yan Huan confidently said, not concealing her tyrannical strength at all.

"Brat, don't be too harsh with your words. I know that you are talented and your eyes are sharp. You can see the flaws in your opponent's moves in an instant, but you are not the only one with good talent in this world. The size of the Immortal World is definitely beyond your imagination, and there are countless geniuses appearing here. You are just one grain of sand out of a myriad of sand! " Zen One saw the joy in his eyes and wanted to suppress him.

Yan Huan nodded and gently smiled, "Old Senior Chan, you are right. I am indeed one of the millions of grains of quicksand, but I will not belittle myself. Because there was always a voice in my heart telling me that I, was born to be extraordinary! Having strength meant having strength. There was no need to conceal it too much. Furthermore, I believe in you a lot, so I don't mind revealing my strength in front of you. "

"Oh? I've never seen anyone like you. To be honest, I believe you're telling the truth. Because I saw you defeat so many people in a row with my own eyes, which really makes me curious about you, your birth, your family, your master, everything about you! " Zen Yiwu said indifferently.

Yan Huan smiled faintly from behind him and said, "If there's a chance, if there's a chance, I'll definitely tell you everything that happened to me."

"Yes." Here we are. " Zen Yiwu stopped in front of a huge commercial city. The Merchant Shop was as big as a Qi Xiang Tower. It should belong to one of the larger Merchant Shops.

Yan Huan looked at the huge commercial city. A large signboard was hung on the entrance of the commercial city, with the words "An Tianlang" written on it. Yan Huan could not help but be speechless. She asked, "Could this merchant shop be yours?"

"It's not mine. I'm just a steward of this place, specializing in the underground boxing arena." Zen Yiwu said.

"Underground boxing arena!" I get it. So you wanted me to be a fighter! " Yan Huan said.

"That's right, I'm here to lay down my fighter. What? "Don't you want to?" Zen Yiwu asked.

"Yes, of course. "But I didn't expect you guys to have an underground boxing ring." Yan Huan said. As long as he had the ability, he would be able to earn enough medicinal pills within three days to pay his debts. Secondly, once he became a fighter, this Zen Yiwu would protect him, and that way, the Li family wouldn't dare to act rashly!

"The people here are tough, and everyone loves to fight. That's why normal commercial cities have underground boxing arenas." Zen Yiwu said.

"Oh? What about the price? "I'm only concerned about medicinal pills." At this moment, Yan Huan was a money grubber. Everything depended on the price. However, that was no wonder. Right now, he owed the Huangfu family a huge debt. If he didn't pay it off soon, then things wouldn't be good.

Winning one battle is one hundred pills, winning two matches in a row is five hundred, winning three matches in a row is one thousand, winning four matches in a row is five thousand, winning five matches in a row is ten thousand, winning six matches in a row is five thousand, winning seven matches in a row is one hundred thousand, winning eight matches in a row, winning two hundred thousand pills in a row, winning nine matches in a row is five hundred thousand, winning ten thousand matches in a row. Zen Yiwu said.

"What?" That is to say, I have to win at least seven consecutive rounds before I can earn enough medicinal pills to repay the debt! You say that pills are easy to earn, but aren't you trying to scam me? " Yan Huan could not help but grumble in his heart, but also felt some regret.

"Kid, didn't you say that you are very powerful yourself? Logically speaking, with your strength, you should be able to win ten matches in a row! " Zen Yiwu said.

"It's not impossible for me to win ten matches in a row. As long as my opponent isn't at the Spirit Channeling stage, I guarantee that I'll be able to win ten matches in a row!" Yan Huan said.

"I'm sorry, there are people in the Spirit Realm, and most of the powerful boxers are in the Spirit Realm!" Zen Yiwu said.

Yan Huan immediately shouted out, "Then why are we still fighting! I want to pay my debt within three days! You told me to win seven matches in three days, that's basically impossible! Let's not talk about the fact that I can't beat them. Just the fact that I have exhausted my stamina is already more than enough! "

"Kid, you are afraid of suffering? Do you think pills are that easy to earn? Even a high level alchemist could only concoct tens of thousands of Building Foundation Pills a day. If you concocted one hundred pills at a time, that would be one percent! Speak, are you still going to be the fighter? " Zen Yiwu said with a serious expression.

Yan Huan looked at Zen Yiwu and said, "Alright then. I can only take it that way!"

Zen Yiwu's facial expression finally relaxed, and he said, "You don't have to worry about the debt. I'll get someone to return the pills to Huangfu Clan's clinic tomorrow. You just need to focus on your fist."

Yan Huan looked at Zen Yiwu and suddenly understood something. He said, "Senior Zen, I think you're treating me as a money lender right?"

Zen Yiwu innocently looked at Yan Huan and asked with a frown, "Why do you say that?"

Yan Huan said indifferently, "I am an unknown brat. Since I have entered the eyes of the people for the first time, I will definitely not be valued by the gamblers. They will definitely not bet on me winning. With my strength, I will definitely win. When that happens, hehe. All the money belongs to you, An Tianlang! "

When Zen Yiwu heard Yan Huohuan's words, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Brat, I have to praise you for your intelligence! Alright, then I won't be long-winded. Say whatever you want. I'll just try my best to satisfy you. "

Yan Huan looked at Zen Yi Wu and smiled, "You're also very smart! Actually, I don't have any special conditions. It's just that I caused some trouble outside. Previously, I was forced to come to the Wuze Continent because I was chased down by people, so those people probably came to find me these few days. I hope you can guarantee my safety. And then there's the fact that I have to leave after eight months. "These two things …"

Zen Yiwu smiled and said, "I thought it would be something big. Wasn't he being chased? As long as you are not an immortal, I, Wu Dai, will still be able to protect you! As for leaving eight months later, there's no need to talk about that. I don't have any intention of leaving you here.

"In that case, let's go in!" When Yan Huan saw that Zen Yiwu had readily agreed, he didn't waste any more words.

"Good!" Let's go, today I will let you warm up and help you build up your momentum. Tomorrow, you will prepare for the first fight. But let me tell you, tomorrow's opponent is not weak, he must be someone at the Qi Level or above, do not let your guard down. " Zen Yiwu said. In fact, Zen Yiwu didn't tell Yan Huan the truth. He was afraid that this kid would be scared and then fall down and run away. That wouldn't be good at all. Actually, Yan Huan's opponent wasn't just one person, but three!

Yan Huan nodded. The two of them then walked into the 'Heavencraft Tower'.

The Heavenly Calamity Tower was extremely large, with a total of ten floors above and an underground floor below. The two of them did not head upwards, but directly towards the underground floor.

Yan Huan followed Zen Yiwu to a stone door. Zen Yiwu quickly knocked three times on the stone door, and then slowly knocked three times before the stone door automatically opened. Zen Yiwu said, "Three long and three short. Remember." Yan Huan did not speak, and Zen Yiwu no longer asked.

The two of them walked into the underground boxing arena. The dark underground area was a bit heavy, while the ancient stone steps revealed a hint of obscurity. Above their heads, there was a light flashing. Those were Night Pearls. These Night Pearls were priceless treasures in the mortal world, but in the eyes of cultivators, they were worthless. At most, it would be treated as a medicinal herb.

At this time, a Zhenqi realm cultivator came forward and bowed to Zen Yiwu, "Lord Zen, you've returned."

"Yes." Are the fighters all there? " Zen Yiwu asked with his hands behind his back.

"They're all here. Lord Yan is training with them. " The cultivator replied.

"Mm, you can go now. I'll go take a look. " Zen Yiwu said.

"Yes." The cultivator bowed and left.

Zen Yiwu turned around and said to Yan Huan, "Come, let's go see your opponents! "You will meet them in the next few days. When that happens, you must not show any mercy. These people are all ruthless people."

"Since you said so, it shouldn't be a problem to kill them all?" Yan Huan had a fierce expression on his face. At this moment, he didn't look like a seventeen or eighteen year old youth at all.

"Fighters are an extremely dangerous profession to begin with, so it's normal for them to be killed in the ring. "Today, I went to Huangfu Clan's clinic for a fighter who was beaten half to death. Unfortunately, that fighter won't be able to be saved when he gets there." Zen Yiwu shrugged and said helplessly.

"Oh? If that's the case, then it looks like my next few days won't be too good. " Yan Huan smiled faintly.

"Brat, don't blame me for not telling you. In the next few days, you have to be a bit more ruthless. These people are all extremely vicious. "Remember, do not be merciful to these people. To be merciful to them is to be cruel to yourself." Zen Yiwu said with a serious expression.

"Many thanks for senior Chan's concern. However, you can be rest assured that I am not a merciful and soft-hearted person." Yan Huan said.

These people were mostly cultivators with strong bodies, but there were also a few thin looking people. However, when Yan Huan glanced at them, he discovered that their body functions were exceptionally active. It could be seen that these people were all experts.

These people were all focused on the arena as they continued to shout, so much so that they didn't even notice that two people had entered the arena. Zen Yiwu and Yan Huanhuan then stopped and stood at the back of the crowd to watch the battle on the stage.

On the arena, a middle-aged man was fighting with a young man. It was just that the middle-aged man was a cultivator in the sacred art realm while the young man was in the Spirit Realm. However, the middle-aged man did not use any magic to deal with the young man; the two of them were purely competing in martial arts.

The young man's body was nimble and nimble. He was constantly running around the ring, using his hands and feet to attack the middle-aged man. Yan Huan could tell that the young man's moves were extremely mysterious, and each of his moves were extremely powerful. However, his attacks were nothing in front of the middle-aged man. Every time the young man's fists and feet hit the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man's palm would easily dissolve the young man's attack.

The middle-aged man stood in the middle of the stage, continuously blocking the young man's attacks. The young man gradually became a bit impatient, because his attacks would never have any substantial effect. If this went on, his physical strength would be depleted sooner or later.

Thus, he began to attack even more fiercely, wanting to knock out the middle-aged man in one go.

The right fist of the young man swung out towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's gaze flickered as he placed his palm on the middle-aged man's fist, intending to block it. Seeing that the middle-aged man had made his move, the young man's lips curled up into a smile. He then turned right and his right fist was brought back while the young man's left fist was violently thrown out.

A huge fist smashed down on the middle-aged man's right arm. The young man had previously used his right fist to lure the middle-aged man into blocking his fist. The middle-aged man had indeed been tricked. Now, all he had to do was hit his right arm and he would win.

At this moment, Yan Huan suddenly shouted loudly. A good chance, to the side, elbow him in the stomach, hands on his fists, over the shoulder! "We've won!"

At the same time, the same thing was happening on the stage.

For further information, see chapter 56.