"Sit." Zhao Wuji pointed to the sofa, "I heard about the battle between the two of you at Tianxing City. Two versus seven, Imperial Fighting Team was defeated, especially the Millennium Second Ring, which was enough to shock Soul Master World."
He paused, and a glint flashed in his eyes. "You two came to Heaven Dou City, are you planning to stay for a long time?"
"Stay here temporarily." Zhou Qiubai said, "Experience, practice, and by the way, beat Soul Fighting."
"Okay!" Zhao Wuji clapped his hands, "Heaven Dou City Great Soul Arena, we only need two strong people like this. In this way, I will register Gold Soul Fighter directly for you. E level, eliminate the Promotion Tournament in front, and use the strength of the two to fight Bronze Soul Fighter silver Soul Fighting Arena, that is bullying."
Gold Soul Fighter?
Zhou Qiubai raised his eyebrows.
Generally, Soul Master requires starting from scratch and winning more than 100 games in a row to reach Gold Soul Fighter.
Zhao Wuji gave it to Gold Soul Fighter as soon as he opened his mouth, which was quite a gesture.
"What are the conditions?" he asked.
Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "Young Master Zhou is a smart man, and the conditions are very simple. During Heaven Dou City, you two will play at least five games with me every month, at least one of which will be the home finale. The appearance fee will be according to Gold Soul Fighter standards, and the winner's bonus will be increased by 30%."
"Yes." Zhou Qiubai readily agreed, "However, we have to choose our opponents. If they are too weak, we will not fight."
"That's natural." Zhao Wuji said, "Heaven Dou City There is nothing else. There are many strong ones. Soul Ancestor Soul King travels everywhere, and Soul Emperor is not uncommon. What kind of opponent do you two want to find?"
Zhou Qiubai thought for a while, "All categories except support must be fought. Only different types of opponents can hone different coping methods."
"Okay!" Zhao Wuji's eyes were full of admiration, "There will be a Gold Soul Fighter level two-player match in three days. The opponents are a pair of Soul Ancestor brothers, level 43 and level 44. Martial Soul is Iron-Armored Dragon Rhino, with extremely strong defense. Are you two interested?"
"Iron-Armored Dragon Rhino?" Zhou Qiubai's eyes lit up, "Is that the kind of Spirit Beast who is thick-skinned and thick-skinned and can hardly break through defenses at the same level?"
"Exactly."
Zhou Qiubai glanced at Yang Guyun, saw him nodding, and made a decision.
"Yes." Zhou Qiubai made a decisive decision.
Zhao Wuji laughed, "How happy! Then I will make arrangements right away."
After completing the formalities, both of them received a gold badge.
When we walked out of Soul Fighting Arena, it was almost dusk.
On the street, the lights are on.
Noble carriages came and went, the sound of ruts was heard, and from time to time a gorgeous carriage would drive slowly by.
"Hey, let's go and eat something good!" Zhou Qiubai stretched and said excitedly, "I heard that Eight-Treasure Stew from Heaven Dou City is one of a kind, let's try it today!"
Yang Guyun nodded.
The two of them walked slowly along the street, and suddenly there was a noise in front of them.
The two of them were strolling along the lively main street, thinking of finding a restaurant to rest. Suddenly, when they turned the corner, there was a commotion in front of them.
Suddenly, a magnificent carriage stopped in the middle of the road. The driver held a whip and was beating an old man furiously.
The old man held a cloth bag and knelt on the ground, pleading with his face. "Sir, spare my life. I really didn't mean it. Please consider my age..."
Next to the carriage, several young people in rich clothes stood there.
The leader, the young master, was about twenty years old and was holding a folding fan in his hand.
"Old man, you surprised the horse in this palace. Do you just want to end it like this?" The handsome man's voice was lazy but a bit fierce, "This horse is a top-grade Snow Dragon Steed, worth thousands of gold. Today you either have to pay or... keep your hand."
The old man turned pale. "Sir, I really have no money..."
"No money?" The handsome man smiled coldly, "Then chop off your hands."
Two guards stepped forward, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
Zhou Qiubai frowned slightly, and just as he was about to step forward to take action, Yang Guyun next to him had already drawn his gun.
Returnless Spear pointed directly at the wrists of the two guards, making two crisp sounds. The guards dropped their knives and screamed while covering their wrists.
The face of the handsome man suddenly turned gloomy. "Who dares to interfere in this palace's business?"
Zhou Qiubai walked to the old man and gently helped him up. "Old man, are you okay?"
The old man trembled, his face full of gratitude. "Thank you, sir, thank you so much... But this horse..."
"The horse is fine." Zhou Qiubai glanced at the so-called Snow Dragon Steed.
Although he doesn't know how to recognize horses, he can still get a general idea.
The coat is indeed white, but a bit ordinary, and the eyes are cloudy. It is at best a good horse, not a tribute.
Who wouldn't be afraid of death if they offered such a horse as tribute?
He turned to Young Master Huafu and said, "Young Master, please forgive me if you have to. I really didn't mean it, and I can't afford to lose your horse. Why don't you just end it here?"
"Finished?" The handsome man looked Zhou Qiubai up and down, his eyes resting on the sword at his waist, "Are you Soul Master? Which college are you from?"
"Without a family or sect, you are just a loose person." Zhou Qiubai smiled slightly.
"Sanren?" The handsome man sneered, "How dare a Sanren interfere in the affairs of this palace? Do you know who I am?"
"Want to hear the details."
"My surname is Xue." The handsome man raised his chin, as if he was superior, "I am Fourth Prince, Xue Beng of the Heaven Dou Empire."
Zhou Qiubai's eyes moved slightly.
Xue Beng? The rumored uneducated Fourth Prince?
He looked carefully at the young man in front of him.
Although he looks good, his eye bags are swollen and his face is pale, which is obviously the result of overindulgence.
With frivolous eyes and flamboyant behavior, he is a standard dandy.
"It's His Highness Fourth Prince Xue Beng."
Someone in the crowd whispered.
"That dandy prince? Why did he come out?"
"Who knows, anyway, we'd better stay away so we can't afford to offend him."
The crowd was talking a lot, everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at the driver.
Everyone in Heaven Dou City knows that Fourth Prince Xue Beng is a well-known playboy. Compared with the highly respected prince Xue Qinghe, he is in the sky and on earth.
It's a pity that if Xue Ye hadn't been in poor health in recent years and couldn't control Xue Beng, how could he be so presumptuous?
Therefore, the people of Heaven Dou City also dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
I can only wish them good luck.
"It turns out to be His Highness Fourth Prince." Zhou Qiubai bowed his hands and said with a hint of joking in his tone, "I'm sorry."
Xue Beng raised his chin proudly. "Since you know you are my prince, get out of here! If you keep meddling in your own business, I will take care of you too."
Zhou Qiubai was not moved at all, but smiled slightly, "Your Highness, even if you are a prince, you should be reasonable. The old man frightened your horse. It was indeed his mistake, but your horse... is it really Snow Dragon Steed?"
Xue Beng's face changed slightly. "What do you mean?"
"Snow Dragon Steed I have seen it." Zhou Qiubai said slowly. "It is eight feet tall at the shoulders, white and unhaired, with dragon scale patterns on its four hooves. It has clouds under its feet when it runs. And your horse, what do you say? It is six and a half feet tall at the shoulders, with yellowish fur and ordinary hooves. It can be considered a top-grade ordinary horse at most."
He paused and added, "The value is only one hundred Gold Soul Coin at most."