Du Feng didn't expect that Old Man Feng Guozang was such a powerful master, you must know that none of the martial artists who went to participate in the Rashomon life and death battle were weak. Even if a player who only wins one game, he is still a master among the masters when he is outside, and it is not a problem to defeat the martial artists in the early stage of the Grandmaster Realm by leaping over the ranks.

Feng Guozang was able to win ninety percent in a row and advance all the way, which shows his strength. But what is the battle sky he said, Du Feng still has no bottom, so he just went over to watch the game tonight, and maybe he can analyze some rough ideas from other players.

"Siyuan, you sneaked out to play again, not afraid of being scolded by grandpa. ”

Seeing the little boy Feng Siyuan wandering outside in the middle of the night, an aunt kindly persuaded him to go back. In fact, Feng Siyuan is not Feng Guozang's own grandson, but an orphan he adopted. Because Feng Siyuan's parents died when he was a child, he was thrown into the mountains by the family's former servants when he was just a few months old, and wanted to feed him to wild beasts to eat.

As a result, instead of being eaten, he was picked up by a tigress and raised with a litter of tigers. Later, Feng Guozang occasionally found him in the mountains, so he brought him back and named him Feng Siyuan. It means that he should stand tall and see far, and not only look at the immediate interests. This is actually Feng Guozang using his own experience to remind him not to waste his great future because of temporary gains and losses.

"With my eldest brother with me today, Aunt Lan, you can rest assured. ”

Feng Siyuan touched the putty on his face, blinked a pair of kind big eyes, and stuck out his tongue mischievously. It's not safe at night in the suburbs, especially in the second half of the night. Once midnight is over, the city guards are only responsible for the security of the city. Even in the suburbs close to the city gates, they no longer pay attention. Therefore, the wandering warriors in the suburbs will choose to be active in the first half of the night, and they will stay in the tent area before midnight. Don't be surprised, no one will break in and make trouble.

"This kid is getting wilder and wilder. ”

Aunt Lan looked at Feng Siyuan, who was a little taller than before, but she was still so thin because she didn't eat well. His grandfather's monthly income is not much, and he has to buy medicine to treat his illness, which is really difficult to think long. The young man who took him today, dressed cleanly, seems to be a good person, hoping to help Siyuan get out of trouble.

"Come, change your clothes. ”

Du Feng took out a set of small clothes and handed them to Feng Siyuan. It is said that people rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, and it is still useful to wear better clothes when going out. As far as Feng Siyuan looks like a little beggar now, people may not be able to allow him to enter the door for a while.

"Wow, the new clothes look so good. ”

Feng Siyuan put on new clothes, and Du Feng used a dust exorcism spell to clean his face and hair. In fact, their grandfather and grandson are not so poor that they can't afford to buy clothes to wear, even if they can't afford to wear protective gear with defensive capabilities, ordinary cloth clothes can always be bought, mainly because Feng Guozang is depressed and has no mood to pay attention to dressing up, and Xiao Siyuan will follow the dirty and torn clothes all day long.

"Yo, I've found the gold owner. ”

Leave the wandering warrior's rest area and head north, past a forest before arriving at a camping clearing. There is a big tent set up here, although it is only temporarily built, but the materials are relatively special, Du Feng tried to probe it with his divine sense, but he couldn't penetrate it. This thing looks soft, but it is actually stronger than most houses.

There were two guards standing at the entrance of the tent, one of whom seemed to know Feng Siyuan. He looked at Du Feng's face, with a bit of banter in his eyes.

"Two tickets!"

Du Feng didn't bother to talk to him, so he threw twenty citrines directly. He could already see from the other party's eyes that he probably thought he was a person with some special hobby. After Feng Siyuan washed and put on new clothes, he was indeed a very beautiful child. Holding hands with myself to watch such an expensive game, no wonder no one doubts. After all, wandering warriors live a hard life, and basically no one will help anyone for no reason, unless there is some ulterior purpose.

"Have a good time, uncle, I can introduce you if you like. ”

The people of the Nanzhou Continent all value money, and when they saw Du Feng throwing out twenty yellow crystal eyes, they didn't blink, and immediately welcomed him in with a smile on their faces. Before leaving, I said an ambiguous word, and I don't know what this good game refers to, and what the introduction is going to introduce.

Wow, I really underestimated the scale of this makeshift camp. The tent was already big from the outside, but it was bigger than it could have been. Because the ground is not flat at all, but a deep pit that is concave. There are steps on each floor, and each floor is full of people, and in the center is a big ring, which looks very magnificent.

Du Feng roughly estimated that there were about 5,000 spectators watching the game tonight. If each person pays ten citrine, the income for one night is 50,000 citrine, which is 500 aquamarine. This time of his own hard work in the land of the burial of the dragon, the money is much faster.

The people of the Nanzhou Continent are so good at making money, no wonder their prices are so high. The martial artists of the Dongzhou Continent came to the Southern Fist Holy Continent, and they all had to become poor eggs. With such a large audience base, it looks like the game here is going to be exciting.

"Luo Sheng, Luo Sheng, Luo Sheng!"

Just when Du Feng was thinking about how to make money, there were bursts of shouts from the audience. Rashon is a code name that only those who have earned the Order of Rashomon deserve it. He took Feng Siyuan and hurriedly found a free step to sit down, anyway, the martial artists had good eyesight, and they could see clearly when they sat far and close.

"Big brother, I want to take a closer look. ”

Feng Siyuan has long been looking forward to watching Rashomon's game with his own eyes, this is a life-and-death battle, and the mortality rate is infinitely close to 100% life-and-death battle. The fate of the loser is basically death, and occasionally the survival of the person is basically useless. For example, Feng Guozang belonged to the other party who deliberately did not kill him, leaving a life so that his life was worse than death.

"Oh well. ”

The actions in front of him were already full of people, so Du Feng had to accompany Feng Siyuan to stand in front. There was a player in the ring waving to the audience, wearing a yellow medal on his chest with a "three" clearly written on it, indicating that he had won three Rashomon life-and-death fights.

He was shirtless and wore a pair of fat cloth pants, and the Huang Luosheng Medal was so directly pinned to the skin that it didn't hurt. His blond hair stood up like a broom, and his eyes were slightly blue, and he looked like a Westerner. With the wave of his arms, the tendons and flesh on his body shook and shook, and his physique was very strong.