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Volume 1: Cloud Chuan Dongyan's Beginning Calf Chapter 7: Fighting on the Street and Fighting in the Arena

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    "Hello, brothers, sisters, and gentlemen!" Ye Lei stood at a street intersection with a large flow of people and began to shout loudly.  In fact, Dugu Yun has already planned it. If he wants to change his identity, he must first make money. How to make money?  As an orphan in his previous life, Dugu Yun had many methods.  Of course, the purpose of him and Ye Lei going to the streets this time was to perform on the streets and prepare for a beggar wrestling match. Dugu Yun was willing to fight and Ye Lei was willing to suffer.  Dugu Yun, who was standing next to Ye Lei at this moment, listened to Ye Lei's shouts and thought to himself that this boy Ye has a pretty sharp mouth.  When Ye Lei shouted, many passers-by who had paid attention to them before instantly surrounded Ye Lei and Dugu Yun. The war between the three countries all year round has caused the common people to become numb and like to join in the fun and watch new things. This is the human race of Dongyan Continent.  customs.  In the crowd of men, women and children, while Dugu Yun was still praising Ye Lei in his heart, Ye Lei's original shouting suddenly stopped.  "Woooo, ahhh, ahhh, haha" I saw Ye Lei, who was standing in the crowd before, suddenly fell to the ground and howled loudly. His cry was so loud that he even rolled on the spot while crying.  Ye Lei, who was originally fifteen years old, was on the fat and short side. Now in tattered clothes, he fell to the ground and rolled around like a meat ball. In addition to his howling cries, he soon attracted a large number of passers-by to watch.  The streets were completely blocked.  But if anyone looks closely at Ye Lei's facial expression, they will find that Ye Lei's expression at this time is simply extremely vulgar.  Dugu Yun looked at Ye Lei, who was rolling on the spot and crying, his head suddenly covered with black lines, and he was speechless for a while. He remembered that he didn't remind him about this before going out!  In the street crowd, the passers-by who came to watch looked at Ye Lei and Dugu Yun inexplicably. Most of them muttered to themselves: "Oh my God, what kind of fight are these two poor beggars having?" "Obviously this cute guy  "The fat man was bullied by this young man with long hair and shawl." "Well, these two young beggars don't want to beg. Why are they making such a fuss?" "Especially this young man with long hair and shawl, bullying such a cute little brother." "You in the crowd."  As soon as I said something, the muttering suddenly turned into a roar, and some even started to point fingers at Dugu Yun.  Dugu Yun, who was already depressed, felt uncomfortable standing where he was.  Just when Dugu Yun was about to pull Ye Lei up to explain a few words to the crowd around him, Ye Lei stood up with a runny nose and tears and began to tell the crowd about his various experiences with Dugu Yun.  Gain sympathy from the crowd towards them.  "This long-haired boy is my eldest brother. We have been wandering around since childhood" "We have experienced," "My eldest brother and I are in Qingwu City" Ye Lei was eloquent, talking like a storyteller.  So, after just a few words, half of the people watching secretly nodded.  "These two young men are really pitiful, but they are much stronger than other young beggars." "Yes, but life is too hard." "There is no way, there are constant wars among the three countries." There was a burst of discussion among the crowd of onlookers.  .  At this moment, Dugu Yun was already completely wilted. He stood there with his head slightly lowered and his face was hot.  "Ye Lei, this is too ridiculous. Although I have just traveled to Dongyan Continent and don't have any big ideals or goals in my heart, I don't think I am willing to be kidnapped and abducted to make a living." Dugu Yun secretly thought.  "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" Just as Ye Lei was talking nonsense and Dugu Yun stood there depressed, after a while, the ground was covered with round metal pieces of the same size and different colors. The diameter of the metal pieces was one inch long.  There is a hollow in the middle that is about one third of the diameter. This is the common currency of Dongyan Continent, colored coins.  Dugu Yun remembered from memory traces that the face value of colorful coins is determined by color. From low to high, there are eight-color coins: blue, yellow, green, red, purple, orange, gold. Ten blue coins are equal to one blue coin, and ten blue coins are equal to one.  Yellow coins, by color and so on.  "Boom, boom" Just as Dugu Yun and Ye Lei were picking up the colorful coins on the ground, suddenly the sound of a gong was heard from the other end of the street.  "Ah, come on, I almost forgot. Today seems to be the day when Qingxia Sect comes to Qingwu City to recruit disciples. I have been preparing for several days." I saw a young man in black robes in the crowd, with a look of perseverance and excitement on his face.  shouted.  The words of the young man in black robes can be said to have stirred up thousands of people. The crowd originally attracted by Ye Lei and Dugu Yun suddenly went into an uproar, and all of them rushed towards the street where the sound of the gong was heard.  Ye Lei and Dugu Yun, who were busy picking up lottery coins, were crowded by the crowd and followed the flow of people forward.  Ye Lei, who was swaying in the crowd, shouted that it was a pity, it was a pity that heThe colorful coins picked up in a hurry.  At this time, Ye Lei really said, "You will not survive if you do it yourself."  People are not as good as God. If it weren't for Ye Lei's cry of despair and making such a big fuss, he wouldn't have attracted so many people. At this moment, Ye Lei wouldn't be so crowded that he couldn't pick up the lottery coins.  An old man in linen clothes in the crowd said: "I heard that Qingxia Sect is one of the twelve sword sects of the human race." "Yes, although our human race is divided into three empires, what really makes our human race rank among the nine in Dongyan Continent?"  The big ethnic group consists of three sects and twelve sects,¡± the middle-aged man in Taoist robes sighed.  Dugu Yun, who was drifting with the crowd on the street, listened to the discussions around him with confusion on his face: "Where is Qingxia Gate? Judging from the name, it should be the so-called spiritual sect in this world." Listening to the conversations among the crowd, Dugu Yun was full of curiosity.  With such a look, he actually took the initiative to follow the flow of people.  As an ordinary person currently, Ye Lei can only curse and follow the crowd, he doesn¡¯t want to be trampled into a piece of meat.  "Bang." The deafening sound of gongs sounded, and Dugu Yun and Ye Lei followed the flow of people and arrived at a square facing the street.  Dugu Yun followed the sound of the gong and took a breath of cold air. He saw a giant arena made entirely of Paulownia wood and green bamboo sitting in the center of the square. Although the arena was one foot high, it was dozens of feet long and wide.  What¡¯s even more exaggerated is that there is a giant green gong standing in front of the arena, about one foot high. The gong is supported by four giant eight-foot-tall men.  Seeing such a big arena and gong, as Dugu Yun¡¯s first contact with this world, can you not be surprised?  "Bang." A young man holding a giant iron rod suddenly struck the gong with the iron rod.  "Quiet." A shout rang out, and everyone looked at the young man who had struck the gong before.  The young man¡¯s height is about the same as that of Dugu Yun, and his appearance is delicate and refined. If his appearance is good, he can be considered a handsome man.  "I am Yu Wenwei, a disciple of the Qingxia Sect. I am now sixteen years old, and my cultivation level is only a ninth-level swordsman," young Yu Wenwei shouted arrogantly.  As soon as Yu Wenwei's voice fell, tens of thousands of people around him were in an uproar, and some girls had fanatical expressions and stared directly at Yu Wenwei with glowing eyes.  ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT???  At this moment, Yu Wenwei's expression was as arrogant as he could be, and his head was almost raised to the sky.  "Weier." A middle-aged man's voice came from above the ring.  Yu Wenwei, who was enjoying the admiring gaze, heard someone calling him, jumped up and landed directly on the giant ring.  "Uncle." Yu Wenwei said respectfully, standing next to a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears.  The middle-aged man is Yu Wenzhu, the deacon of Qingxia Sect. He is the person in charge of recruiting outer disciples in Qingwu City this time.  Yu Wenzhu and Yu Wenwei are somewhat related by blood, and their cultivation level is currently the third level sword spirit.  "Well, it's almost time, let's get started." Yu Wenzhu stood up and walked to the edge of the ring, glanced at the crowd around the ring, and said: "Today is the day when our Qingxia Sect recruits outer disciples here, I think everyone should know it, right?  "A few days ago, the city lord also issued a notice" Yu Wenzhu arrogantly began to talk about some entry rules.
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