"good!"

Master Yunyue waved his hand and several fists-sized irons appeared out of thin air.

On the side of the Iron Sword Sect, an old man in his seventies walked out, grabbed the meteorite, and checked: "That's right, the quality is acceptable."

"Hey."

Elder Mao walked to the opposite side, weighed the brass crystal of the Iron Sword Gate, and smiled and said, "The quality is still good."

Chen Yu was stunned. It seemed that Elder Mao had a good experience and was responsible for the identification of materials.

at the same time.

He found a detail: the middle-aged man from the horoscope of Yunyue and the horoscope of Tiejianmen both took out the precious ore of the gambling battle out of thin air.

Could it be the legendary storage prop?

Chen Yu didn't think much about it. The sect world is vast and mysterious, and there are too many things he has never been exposed to.

"If the bet is fine, then start. The battle rules are the same as those of the previous few days. Only disciples who are not more than twenty years old can participate in the betting war..."

The middle-aged man in the horoscope retells the rules.

soon.

On the side of the Iron Sword Gate, a young man wearing lilac soft armor and holding a sword and shield walked out.

The boy had a dull face and his whole body was covered with tight sturdyness.

"Who is on the field?"

The eyes of the leader Yunyue swept over the three main forces.

Qiu Yue'er, Wan Dong, and Ishikawa's three main disciples were all ready to move.

"According to the promise of the sect leader, you can get three thousand inferior Yuan stones and one pound of meteorite iron for every win."

Especially Qiu Yue'er, she looked expectant and full of confidence.

but.

This woman is a finale disciple. Not only is she powerful in her cultivation skills, but she also has customized treasures, so she will naturally not be on the stage immediately.

"I'll do it."

Ishikawa held a golden-ring sword in his hand, and his face was calm and composed.

Several elders nodded.

bass!

Ishikawa held a golden knife in his hand and stepped onto the test platform.

"Yunyuemen Ishikawa, who is your name?"

Ishikawa looked cold-eyed and dull boy.

However.

The dull boy opposite turned a blind eye and looked straight at Ishikawa.

"You... are you a mute!"

Ishikawa, who was ignored, had a slightly red face and was a little annoyed.

The boy looked dumb and still said nothing.

This scene surprised the audience members present.

Golden Wave Sword!

Ishikawa Wuming was in a fire, and he waved the golden sword in his hand, and his breath roared wildly. He saw golden sword lights sweeping towards the dull boy like waves.

"Golden Wave Sword! It is a famous high-level sword technique in Yunyue Sect."

Many disciples spoke out.

Chen Yu also heard of this sword technique. When he first chose to major in martial arts, he made a comparison between "Golden Wave Sword" and "Yunsha Fist".

Dangshe~

On the test platform, there was a trembling sound of gold and iron clashing.

I saw a layer of dark blue light appeared in the shield in the dull boy's hand, and his energy flashed violently, shaking Ishikawa's knife.

What!

Ishikawa took a few steps back, his mouth was numb and he looked surprised.

And the dull boy, holding a shield and sword in his hand, approached him step by step.

Ding! Ding!

On the test platform, Mars sputtered, and Ishikawa's golden sword swept out terrifying golden sword lights. But every time he attacked, he was blocked by the dull boy, steadily.

"The Golden Wave Sword is a great success and is approaching its peak. Its power is not much different from my Yunsha Fist..."

Chen Yu was secretly surprised.

In terms of power, Ishikawa's sword technique is almost more sustainable than Duan Xiaolong.

"The boy's shield is a half-privileged weapon. However, in his hands, it has a good defensive effect."

"This child is focused, his steps are steady, and his defense is flawless."

Some elders and experts give comments.

In terms of mentality and defense, the dull boy is impeccable.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ishikawa increased his offensive and swung out the golden sword in his hand to form a wave of whirlwind sword with golden patterns.

This offensive is enough to make some early stage disciples of the organ refining and shame.

But the dull boy on the opposite side had a expressionless face. The shield in his hand resisted the attack again and again, and sometimes a burst of energy burst out, shaking Ishikawa's golden sword away.

After a hundred moves.

Sweat faintly appeared on Ishikawa's forehead; the dull boy still had no blushing face and his heart was not beating.

The leader of Yunyue and the elders frowned.

"Turning turtle!"

Ishikawa couldn't help but scold, and the dull boy cursed a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"Ishikawa's knife is also a semi-prime weapon. But this young man in Daimu seems to have strong endurance and a very good mentality."

Chen Yu saw the disadvantages of the situation.

He doubted whether the dull boy had practiced special skills or practiced horizontally, so that he had extremely strong endurance and strength.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The conflicts on the field are endless.

Gradually, the dull boy was not just defending, but sometimes holding a shield in his hand and actively heading towards Ishikawa.

If you don't attack, I will force you with a shield.

The test table is so big, and once it falls, you will lose.

"not good!"

Ishikawa felt that his inner breath was gradually losing weight. He attacked wildly before, and the consumption was even greater.

The boy had strong strength and endurance. The repeated impacts made his hands holding the knife numb and his mouth cracked.

After half an incense stick.

Ishikawa was panting, and the boy's shield was sometimes pushed wildly, forcing the former to retreat step by step.

At some point.

Dangs!

The boy's other hand holding the sword suddenly swung a bright sword light, and when Ishikawa was careless, he passed his arm holding the sword.

"So fast!" The spectator present exclaimed in a low voice.

ah!

Ishikawa screamed, and with a "clang", his hand holding the sword fell to the ground.

There was an extra blood mark on the arm.

Obviously, the dull boy just took a sword and showed some mercy, otherwise he would have fallen into a piece of his arm.

In the first game, Yun Yuezong lost.

...

"Haha! Although Atong is a mute, he is born with a sense of concentration and perseverance. He waves his sword and holds a shield tens of thousands of times every day, regardless of wind or rain..."

The middle-aged man with a mustache in the Tiejianmen looked smiling and praised.

Dumb?

Everyone looked surprised and looked at the dull boy "A Tong".
To be continued...