C157 Southern City (2)

Moreover, it was also because of this reason that the Power of the underworld would send a sum of money to the officials every so often.

A gangster was different from a gangster. A gangster was just a hooligan. At most, they would only cripple others and commit a few crimes.

They were not like those evil warriors who killed innocent people, looted the possessions of others, or even their lives.

When Lin Feng returned to the Qingcheng, he found some corpses of the Demonic Spirit Sect s, which proved that there were already quite a few of them lurking in the Qingcheng, and the place where these Rankers were most likely to hide was the chaotic South City.

Lin Feng brought his bamboo hat and went to the south city, and then stopped at a bustling region in the south city. In front of him, there was a Ring, and on top of the Ring, there were two people fighting.

This is a fighting Ring.

In the Qingcheng, this kind of competition was not uncommon, and there was a competition between Ring s almost every single day. When such a competition took place, one could obtain a certain number of silver coin and even obtain first place, which would give them extremely high rewards.

According to the rules, the first round of the gatekeepers would give them 5,000 silver coin, and after that, the number of silver coin winning would double every single match, and if the challenger could defeat the gatekeeper, he would obtain the number of silver coin as well, and continue to defend the competition until no one among the participants challenged him.

Lin Feng began to observe the battle on the Ring.

A white-clothed youth with a Cultivation Level of the eighth level of the Postnatal Realm was on the gavel, accepting a challenge from a youth of the seventh level of the Cultivation Level.

Wu Heng was actually able to fight with Yan Bai for more than a hundred rounds with the strength of a seventh heaven, and he was not at a disadvantage at all. "

"I think Yan Bai has met his match this time, he will probably lose."

"That might not be the case. Although Wu Heng is relatively powerful, he is still an eighth heaven Cultivation Level after all, and is even at the late stage of the eighth heaven, so he is many years older than Wu Heng. With his rich combat experience, defeating Wu Heng isn't too difficult, and in the process, Yan Bai doesn't seem to have done his best."

Just as the crowd were discussing endlessly, Yan Bai's figure suddenly turned, dodging one of Wu Heng's palm prints, and then pointed at void.

"How can it be so easy to defeat me!" Wu Heng gritted his teeth in dissatisfaction, and then his fists started to move, releasing a series of Spirit Qi fist imprints.

"Pu ci!"

In that moment, the finger imprint broke through Wu Heng's fist shadows, and landed on his chest area.

Wu Heng groaned, his entire body spasming as he fell to the ground.

"Wu Heng lost, Yan Bai successfully defended the arena." Right above the Ring, a bearded man sat on an armchair, and announced to the group.

Yan Bai shot a glance at Wu Heng, and said: "You are currently not my match, but your talent is already extremely good. If you continue to cultivate for another three years, you should be able to surpass me."

Wu Heng coldly snorted, and directly left.

"Right now, there is only a quarter of an hour left until the registration time. Whoever still wants to register, hurry up and get it. The prize for the first place is a fourth rank spirit weapon, a corner bow!"

After saying the rewards, everyone's face changed and revealed a look of ecstasy.

The corner bow was a fourth stage magic mark soldier, and was famous throughout the Qingcheng. Many warriors wanted to get their hands on it, and it was said that the corner bow was made from the Rank 4 Spirit Beast, the Profound Blue Eagle.

On both sides of the battle bow, there was a white feather. These white feathers carried a dense amount of spirit energy and were capable of attaching Wind Attribute to the arrows that flew out from the battle bow. In front of the battle bow, it was made from the pecking of the Black Blue Hawk, which had the armor-piercing ability of the Black Blue Hawk when it was alive, causing every arrow that shot out from the battle bow to be incomparably sharp.

Even if a normal arrow was shot from a battle bow, it could easily pierce through the armour.

It could be said that the corner bow was a sharp weapon in the battlefield.

"I want to register and participate."

"I want to register as well!"

"Haha, the corner bow is mine now!"

The group of martial artists from the underworld all signed up.

Lin Feng was not in a hurry to register, he just observed the situation of the battle.

Most of the registered warriors were Houtian seventh stage warriors, and only two or three of them were at the Houtian eighth stage. These warriors were very confident in their own strength, and were all the leaders of a group of underworld forces.

These people usually fought ferociously. Naturally, they did not want to miss out on the rewards.

Those seventh stage practitioners were quickly defeated by Yan Bai one by one, and as for those eighth stage practitioners, none of them were Yan Bai's match either.

The defeat of those people caused the warriors spectating below to start to waver. They no longer had the confidence to challenge Yan Bai anymore.

"Everyone, I, Yan Bai, am determined to win this corner bow. I also hope that everyone can give me some face and let me bring this corner bow away today." Yan Bai cupped his hands towards the crowd.

The bearded man who was hosting the Ring looked at the crowd and said: "There are only five minutes left to the registration. Is there anyone that wants to participate?"

The group below the Ring all became silent.

"Is there anyone else challenging him? If there is no one challenging him, I will announce that we have ended this Ring battle before!" Yan Bai glanced at everyone.

Realizing that no one was willing to challenge Yan Bai, the bearded man said: "Since no one is willing to challenge Yan Bai, I declare …"

"Wait a minute, a mere eighth heaven martial artist dares to be so arrogant here!" At this moment, a pleasant female voice could be heard from afar.

Hearing this voice, Lin Feng instinctively frowned.

They just saw Xia Qingyan's Shadow walking over from afar.