Chapter 1291: No. 8 Arena Master

The special arena in the city, isn't that its function?

The door panel stepped out of the crowd and stood under the stage. Sha Wei immediately beckoned to him: "Big guy, you seem to be the leader of the Huyi Army? Your subordinates were all knocked down by me, don't you want to find a place for them?"

His gestures were frivolous, and the door panel was not angry: "You are standing in the wrong place. This arena doesn't belong to you."

Sha Wei sneered: "Just say you don't dare to come up."

"Life-and-death arena, only the arena master is qualified to guard the arena." The door panel was not angry, pointing to the sign by the side of the field. "The name of the arena master is written there!"

Sha Wei took a look; there were seven or eight names on the sign, representing the successive arena masters.

At the very bottom, which was also the most recent name, was—

"Broken Blade? So ugly?"

This code name was not only ugly, but also unlucky.

The door panel continued: "Only if Broken Blade nods can others stand on the No. 8 arena."

He Lingchuan hadn't come to fight in the arena for a long time after his promotion, and the No. 8 arena was the most eye-catching life-and-death arena, so it couldn't be vacant for a long time. Therefore, the Reading Hall specially added a rule that as long as the arena master agrees, the No. 8 arena can be used by others.

Of course, the door panel was squeezing Sha Wei now, defaulting that "Broken Blade" did not agree.

The city residents watching the battle knew it well and were waiting to see the joke.

Every once in a while, a reckless thorn would pop up, usually being repaired in the arena and then becoming honest.

"Whoever notifies this 'Broken Blade', just say his arena has been occupied by me, let him come to guard the arena quickly!" Sha Wei laughed loudly. "If he doesn't dare to come, this arena is mine."

There was a buzzing sound under the stage, and everyone pointed at him.

What Sha Wei heard most was: "This person is truly seeking death!"

"Crazy?"

"He dares to occupy the No. 8 arena?"

"Hey, silly, also very cute."

So, is this "Broken Blade" very famous in Panlongcheng? Everyone knows it? The door panel coughed lightly: "Ask an off-topic question. Brother Sha, where do you want to serve in Panlongcheng?"

"Huyi Army." Sha Wei also told the truth. "I heard that the Dafeng Army is no longer recruiting, and I was originally going to report to the Huyi Army tomorrow morning."

The army only recognizes the strong. He acted high-profile as soon as he arrived, first offending the soldiers of Ximo Ridge, and also harboring his own little thoughts.

"You want to join the Huyi Army?" The door panel nodded. "Then you have to get 'Broken Blade's' consent."

"???" Sha Wei looked confused. "What?"

The door panel raised his hand and knocked on the sign: "You just arrived, it's understandable that you don't know. Listen well—"

He was full of energy, and his voice echoed above the Reading Hall:

"—'Broken Blade' is General Huyi!"

"..."

There was a burst of laughter under the stage; everyone was waiting for this effect.

Sha Wei looked fearless, but at this time he was a bit embarrassed.

The one he wanted to challenge was actually the leader of the Huyi Army? Wanting to be famous, but picking the BOSS as soon as he came up?

How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

"'Broken Blade' has fought forty-seven rounds of life-and-death arenas in this arena, and the last time was twenty-one consecutive wheel battles, breaking the record of Panlongcheng." The door panel said coldly, "For such a warrior, you had better show some respect."

Twenty-one consecutive wheel battles, without a break? Sha Wei was also secretly gasping for air. No matter how arrogant he was, he didn't think this was something a human could do.

His companions exchanged glances under the stage, all disbelieving.

This is hearsay, spreading rumors, right? How many people could see it with their own eyes at that time?

The door panel saw their expressions and continued: "The on-site referee for those twenty-one wheel battles was General Hong."

General Hong! This name had magic; as soon as it was brought out, the people opposite were startled first, and the dissatisfaction in their eyes gradually dissipated.

Since it was judged by General Hong on the spot, it probably wouldn't be fake.

That is to say, "Broken Blade" is really that awesome!

Xin Yi was also carefully sizing up He Lingchuan beside him. What the door panel said was also the first time he heard it. It seems that this rising star is indeed as the intelligence said, young and promising, brave and decisive.

Suddenly someone shouted: "General Huyi is here!"

"General Huyi is here!"

These were both He Lingchuan's personal guards. As soon as the General swept a glance, they had actions.

Everyone's eyes moved over, including Sha Wei.

On and off the stage, the two looked at each other.

Only then did Sha Wei know what is called no most embarrassing, only more embarrassing.

The leader of the Huyi Army had heard all his clamoring!

Sha Wei coughed lightly: "General..."

This General Huyi was truly young, yet he walked like a dragon and a tiger, majestic without anger. Although he was standing under the stage, his momentum was a big cut higher than his.

He Lingchuan suddenly took two steps forward. Under his gaze, Sha Wei's words were cut off for some reason.

His throat was dry, and he actually felt a long-lost awkwardness.

He Lingchuan asked him: "Still want to join the Huyi Army?"

Sha Wei nodded hard.

"If you want to join the Huyi Army, you have to follow my rules!" Under the eyes of everyone, He Lingchuan's voice spread throughout the audience, like a thunderclap exploding in everyone's heart. "Panlongcheng is not afraid of people talking big, but afraid of people having no ability. Sha Wei, since you want to fight the No. 8 arena, I will leave the position of guarding the arena to you."

"Listen well—" He pointed at Sha Wei with his left hand, his voice suddenly turning sharp, like a thunderclap exploding in everyone's heart. "Whoever can knock him down will be exempted from the test and enter the Huyi Army, holding the position of team leader!"

With a buzz, the audience exploded. This sounded like boiling water splashing into an oil pan, and the response was enthusiastic.

Everyone's expression was either excited or gloating.

Let's see how arrogant the kid surnamed Sha is!

He Lingchuan turned to Sha Wei: "You don't need to win twenty-one rounds in a row. In the No. 8 arena, as long as you can insist on winning seven rounds, you are also qualified to be selected for the Huyi Army and can also hold the position of team leader!"

"As for you guys—" He Lingchuan didn't forget his companions, pointing at them one by one. "You, three rounds; you, four rounds; you... forget it."

"Reading Hall challenge, start now." He ordered loudly. "Those who are unhappy with them can jump onto the stage, except for generals of all roads!"

The people under the stage had long been unable to hold back. As soon as He Lingchuan's voice fell, challengers jumped onto all three arenas.

He Lingchuan walked to the side of the No. 8 arena and personally beat the drum for the two people fighting.

He personally created momentum, and the long street was crowded, eight layers inside and eight layers outside, and the audience behind even lined up into the alley, standing on tiptoe to look at the arena.

After a set of intense drum beats, the life-and-death battle began.

The thin man just squeezed over and said to the door panel: "Hey, the boss thinks highly of this kid."

"Why are you here for...?"

Although the thin man was not in the Dafeng Army, he still had a brotherhood with the door panel and often drank together.

The thin man grinned at him: "Do you want to place a bet?"

He opened the market again.

Sure enough. The door panel rolled his eyes: "You haven't earned less money over the years, and you're still thinking about this little money?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1292 =====