Chapter 159 Refused to see the list
Early the next morning, Zheng Qiu hid the jiaodan and hurried to the Guao Arena.
Arriving at the arena, he first went to the Hall of Heroes, which is a hall buried underground with hundreds of stone bricks piled inside.
The light stones inlaid on the wall emit blue light, making the inside look cooler.
Every stone brick is engraved with names, and a stone brick represents a match. The bigger the stone brick, the more gladiators died in that match.
Before entering, the old man at the gate of the Hall of Heroes told him tirelessly: "Don't move the Brick of Heroes, and don't mess with the name on it."
Zheng Qiu turned around and found a brand-new stone brick on the right side of the hall. Dozens of names were engraved on the side of the stone brick, and Ear Mao and Ma Peng were among them.
Seeing these two names, he felt his nose sore, so he closed his eyes tightly to keep the tears from pouring out.
"Ear cat, Ma Peng, please believe me, I will definitely find the murderer and avenge you two. No matter how much time it takes, I will do it!"
After pondering for a moment, he muttered to himself, stretched out his fingers to brush over the handwriting, and what his fingertips touched was the coldness of the rock.
After a while, the old man who was guarding the door came in and kindly advised: "It's very dark here, you are a child, you can't stay longer, come out."
Zheng Qiu thanked the old man for his kindness, turned his head and gave Ying Lingzhu a deep look, then turned and left the hall.
He knew that the first thing to do when he came to the arena today was to ask Mr. Jiang Yin for the list.
On the battlefield, four or five craftsmen were repairing the damaged wall. Zheng Qiu ran over to inquire, and then followed the path pointed out by the craftsmen to the top floor of the arena.
The stands on the top floor are very narrow, because behind the stands, there is a large room around it.
Outside each room, there is a small metal plaque, engraved with the name of the room and the names of the members of the gladiatorial meeting inside.
Zheng Qiu found Mr. Jiang Yin's room, raised his hand and knocked on the iron door.
"Come in!"
Zheng Qiu pushed open the iron door and saw Mr. Jiang Yin sitting behind the table with several bags of heaven and earth crystals piled up in front of him, as if he was counting money.
Mr. Jiang Yin raised his head, saw the person coming in, squinted his eyes and thought for a moment: "It's... er... It's Zheng Qiu, what's the matter?"
Zheng Qiu ran to the table, raised his head and asked, "Mr. Jiang Yin, I have something to ask, it is very important to me, do you have time?"
Jiang Yin pushed away the purse and replied with a smile: "Ask."
"Is there a list of participants in the arena, the one with the names of the gladiators?"
"Yes. There is a special warehouse to store the list of entries, and there are special personnel to guard it. From the establishment of the gladiatorial conference to the present, every game has been recorded for hundreds of years."
Sure enough, there is a record!
Zheng Qiu's eyes lit up, and he asked expectantly: "Then let me take a look, I'll check someone."
Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang Yin's smile immediately disappeared, and he shook his head and refused: "No, I can't watch it."
"Huh? Why?"
"In the competition list, the commander and previous city lords are involved. It is a secret content. Once it is sealed, it cannot be viewed."
This answer made Zheng Qiu very disappointed, but he thought about it again, why did he seal it up if he wasn't allowed to check it, which shows that the checking is only conditional.
After thinking for a while, he continued to ask: "Mr. Jiang Yin,
How can I check the list of matches? "
Just as Jiang Yin was about to continue counting the money, he was surprised to hear Zheng Qiu's question, and turned his head to stare into the child's eyes, from which he saw stubbornness.
"Hmm... I want to see the list of matches, but the city lord is out. Only the elders of the gladiatorial conference have this power."
"Then how can I become the elder of the gladiatorial conference?"
There was a smile on Jiang Yin's face: "That's very difficult! Only those who have made outstanding contributions to the Great Desolation and Gucheng will be appointed by the city lord as the elders of the gladiatorial meeting, and they can't be held by virtue of their high cultivation."
"Then what counts as an outstanding contribution?"
Jiang Yin patted the money bag on the table, and replied: "This is not good, it needs to be approved by the city lord.
Meng Tiansha told me the day before yesterday that the Liesha Fighting Group will withdraw from the wrestling tournament and become the Liesha Treasure Hunting Team.
According to the rules of the city, you have to pay one-twentieth of the money earned by the treasure hunting team as a tax. If you can pay a lot of tax money to the deserted city, it can be considered a contribution.
Of course, on behalf of the lonely city, facing foreign practitioners in the arena; participating in the exchanges between the Yunxiu sects to fight for the interests of the lonely city, is also considered a contribution. "
Zheng Qiu nodded and bowed deeply to Mr. Jiang Yin: "Thank you Mr. Jiang Yin, I know what to do."
After speaking, he turned and left the room, and ran out of the Lonesome Arena.
Walking back along the road, he clenched his fists to encourage himself: "I will definitely let the city lord see my contribution to the Great Desolation and Lonely City, and the position of elder of the gladiatorial conference is waiting for me!"
And Lin Minghao, the city lord that Zheng Qiu was talking about, was sitting in a tea room, picking up a cup to taste the fragrant tea.
Beside him, there was a woman in white robe sitting kneeling, continuously casting spells in her hands, absorbing the power of heaven and earth from the air, turning it into clear water and pouring it into the pot.
Then he lit the flame with the same incantation, boiled the clear water, and poured tea and water for Lin Minghao.
Opposite the coffee table, Ming Zong frowned, watching Lin Minghao vigilantly, moving his gaze from time to time to observe the movements of the woman making tea.
Lin Minghao put down the cup, raised his hand and pointed slightly: "This is the water gathered by mantras, without any impurities, don't you want to taste it?"
Ming Zong didn't even touch the cup, and sarcastically said: "The city lord really has a taste today, Ming Zong is an outsider, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to enjoy it."
Lin Minghao saw that Mingzong refused to drink, so he didn't continue to persuade, but picked up the cup and smelled the tea fragrance and asked: "What, are you unhappy? I haven't treated you badly, have I?"
A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Ming Zong's eyes, and he still replied coldly: "We sent our child here to train him well. The arbitrary and barbaric approach of the city lord may have violated the original intention of the lord's letter."
"Hahahaha!" Lin Minghao looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "Have I violated Ming Kong Aoqing's original intention? Funny, really funny!"
He slapped the cup heavily on the coffee table, and said with a straight face: "Would you like me to take out the letter and let you take a closer look? What Ming Kong Aoqing wants is for the child to be able to fight and win. He didn't say he would raise the letter." Veggie bunny!"
Lin Minghao stood up, and slowly circled around the elegant tea room with his hands behind his back: "The result is very good, you should be very satisfied, stepping into the Qihua realm in one step, how effective it is."
The muscles on Ming Zong's cheeks twitched twice, he knew that what Lin Minghao said was right, breaking through from the air tire to the qi brilliance realm in one step was indeed effective, and this was exactly what Suzerain Mingkong Aoqing wanted to see.
According to this way of training, Zheng Qiu will definitely be able to easily beat Ge An and win the bet after eight years.
However, this training method has deviated from the route he set for Zheng Qiu in his heart. He does not want the child to become a bloodthirsty and vicious person.
For the first time, Ming Zong realized that there was a disagreement between himself and the suzerain.
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