"Cui Zhirong! Haha, the opponent is actually Cui Zhirong, the Cui Zhirong who is known as the invincible opponent in the early stage of Lingwu?!"
"Haha, Yang Qingxuan is doomed now! He should let him know what will happen if he offends us!"
"Ah? It's over, it's over, I still expect Yang Qingxuan to win another game, by surprise, this is my money...!"
Most of the expressions in the audience were extremely excited and crazy, and the audience was full of murderous intent and mania, as well as the bloodthirsty expectation.
As Cui Zhirong and Yang Qingxuan walked onto the gambling arena, the shouting killing sound was even more deafening. Yang Qingxuan's ears hurt from the noise, and he pierced his ears. He glanced at the audience contemptuously, which angered everyone even more.
Cui Zhirong's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Knowing that the opponent is my uncle, but still pretending to be calm here, it's really annoying!"
Yang Qingxuan smiled slightly, and said: "Be calm during the martial arts, and don't let your emotions occupy your brain."
Cui Zhirong was furious, and scolded: "Rampant! Are you teaching me how to be a man?!"
Yang Qingxuan smiled and said: "Don't dare, learn from each other and make progress together."
Cui Zhirong pointed at him, and said with a sneer, "Competition? What qualifications do you have to compete with me? This uncle is here to tear you apart! Let me tell you another exciting news, the maid who brought you to Mingyue Villa Wen Wen, I met her outside just now. She seems to care about you very much, as soon as she heard that your betting opponent is me, she wanted to come and inform you so that you could escape. "
Yang Qingxuan's heart sank slightly, as if he had a premonition of something, and said in a deep voice: "And then?"
"Hahaha, then? Guess what?"
Cui Zhirong laughed proudly, and said: "Then she was broken by me. Now I have someone take her back to the room. After I kill you, I will go and enjoy her. Tsk tsk, depending on your age Gentle, is it still a place? Do you also have assumptions about Wen Wen? Hahaha, it's a pity that she is about to kneel under me and beg for mercy, but you want to splatter the arena with blood, because of this purgatory Battlefield, add a ray of humble resentment!"
The smile on Yang Qingxuan's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes became cold.
Cui Zhirong laughed and said: "Why, angry? Angry? Haha, I like to see weak people like you angry, then fear, then begging for mercy, and finally - death!"
As soon as the words fell, there was a vibration in the gambling arena, Cui Zhirong tapped his toes, and he rushed forward, with fierce murderous aura, he raised his palms and pierced through the air!
Yang Qingxuan's pupils narrowed slightly, and he said in a cold voice: "Although I have killed many people, I don't kill people lightly. However, you can't be called a 'human' like rubbish!"
The Xingyiquan manifested, and the tiger roared out, like a fierce tiger howling in a forest.
"Boom!"
The four palms collided, and Yang Qingxuan was shocked to take three steps back.
Cui Zhirong's expression changed, and he screamed angrily, as if the other party took his palm and made him lose face, he shouted: "Death!"
The whole body bowed and shot out like a swordfish.
With a step on Yang Qingxuan's body, he spun around in the air and flew up, dodging the swift blow. He stepped on it in the air, turned around, and flew down like an eagle hitting the sky!
In order to ensure the safety of gambling, after he took back Wujin's cassock, he felt as light as the wind, as if he could fly up as soon as he walked casually.
"What? So fast!"
Cui Zhirong was startled, his speed was already fast enough, but when he found that Yang Qingxuan was still above him, he was furious and shouted: "Go to hell!"
With both fists swung out, the air vibrated like a cut, and Yang Qingxuan was going to be completely blown away!
"Is it up to you to decide whether to die or not?"
The Yingclaw and the fist shook, Cui Zhirong backed up a few steps, and the bluestone floor continued to shatter.
Yang Qingxuan swooped down and gained the upper hand. After a blow, he retreated gracefully, but in an instant, he stepped down again, and a huge roar came from his palms. It was the bear fist in the twelve shapes, pounce come.
Cui Zhirong was shocked and angry, so surprised that Yang Qingxuan was much stronger than he imagined. Although the opponent defeated Peng Hai, he didn't watch that battle. He just imagined it out of thin air, but unexpectedly it was more difficult than he imagined. Entangling a lot.
The twenty VIP rooms hanging around the gambling arena are full of seats, and all of them are watched by people watching the battle.
In the largest room in the center, You Ye's face was calm, and he watched every process of the two of them. Seeing Yang Qingxuan's evolution of the twelve forms and meanings, he couldn't help being surprised and said: "Hey, this set of martial arts is interesting, I'm afraid it has reached the yellow level. It's advanced."
Mr. Lu said in shock: "High-level Huang-level? No way! He is only at the tenth level of Qi Wu, how can he master high-level Huang-level martial arts? His body should not be able to bear it."
You Ye said: "If I'm not mistaken, not only is he at the tenth level of Qi Wu, but he should also have practiced physical skills. This gambling fight is a bit interesting, but it's a pity after all."
Mr. Lu said: "What do you mean when you say it's a pity? You think it's a pity that Yang Qingxuan was killed? Why don't someone send a voice transmission to tell Cui Zhirong not to kill, so that Yang Qingxuan's life can be saved."
You Ye smiled coldly, and said: "What I said was a pity, didn't refer to his life. It was because he refined Qi and tempered his body, and embarked on the road of dual cultivation of martial arts, which blocked his way to the peak. Although Body training has fallen, but if he concentrates on body training, this king will cherish talents and save his life. It's a pity that he is greedy and has no self-knowledge. If he wants to practice dual ways, he can only kill himself. This gamble Dou, I have no interest in watching it anymore."
He turned around and said, "Mr. Jin, accompany me to practice."
Mr. Jin's eyes flashed brightly, and he said, "Do you think Yang Qingxuan is dead?"
You Ye was stunned: "Why, Mr. Jin thinks there will be different results?" He analyzed: "Although Yang Qingxuan is a fellow practitioner of both ways, he seems to be extremely powerful, but above the two ways, he is not good at it. The more flaws there are. Furthermore, Cui Zhirong's martial soul is 'sloppy', but it's very tight."
Mr. Jin said: "That's right, but since Yang Qingxuan's move so far, I haven't even seen a single flaw. It's a complete body, and the skills are great. This set of high-level martial arts has been integrated with him. "
You Ye was taken aback, and said, "Mr. Jin gave him such a high evaluation?"
Mr. Jin nodded and said: "This evaluation is only low or not high. If you can understand one-fifth of the 'Bahuanglong War' practiced by the young master, then it is enough to be the captain of any team of the Imperial Guard."
Mr. Lu was taken aback, only felt that this remark was wrong, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Jin, you...!"
You Ye raised his hand, interrupted Mr. Lu, and said, "Since it is Mr. Jin's evaluation, it cannot be wrong." His complexion became very serious, and he slowly stood back in front of the crystal glass with a very serious expression. Staring at the gambling arena.
(end of this chapter)