Facing the sword that could not be avoided, Chen Yu cursed a sneer on his lips, which made Gao Feng feel inexplicably uneasy.

"Display it for me!"

Chen Yu's other arm, like an inflated copper hand, slapped away with a whistling evil spirit!

Dangbang!

The hand of the bronze statue was directly shaken on the sword at Gaofeng, and an indescribable domineering inner breath and huge force came over.

"No--"

Gao Feng's body flew backwards with an unstoppable momentum.

With a "clang", the sword fell to the ground.

Gao Feng's arm holding the sword could no longer be lifted, and his face was pale.

...

"In ancient times, there was a saying: Never get close to physical cultivation, that would be a nightmare!"

Elder Mao murmured.

When Gao Feng's last blow, the sword took a detour and cut in close contact, he knew the result.

"You lost again."

Chen Yu blinked at Gao Feng.

actually.

He also has to thank Gao Feng for confronting such a swordsman to make his swordsman realize his diligence.

After all, Gao Feng is much better than him in his ability to discuss swordsmanship.

In the short confrontation just now, Chen Yu's "Iron Sword" was better than a few days of hard practice and almost entered the realm of great success.

"Let's learn about it next time..."

Gao Feng took a deep breath, and his fighting spirit was endless.

"You don't have to be discouraged. The other party seems to have practiced the ancient physical cultivation technique, using heavy treasures, which exerts much more powerful than Qiu Yue'er. Such opponents should not fight in close combat. When you are promoted to the stage of refining the organs, there will be a way to restrain him."

Middle-aged man with a beard, said lightly.

"Disciple understand."

Gao Feng had a clear understanding in his heart.

He made up his mind and after the refining period, he would improve his cultivation skills and would definitely come back to challenge Chen Yu.

"Haha Chen Yu! Very good job!"

Master Yunyue and others smiled and praised him.

Qiu Yue'er's three main players had extremely embarrassed expressions, showing a look of shock and doubt.

Chen Yu, the original "stop candidate", performed much more dazzlingly than the three main players.

"Hateful! If it weren't for my carelessness..."

Wan Dong, who also practiced "Yunshaquan", looked heartbroken.

This "three bet battles" not only gives you generous rewards, but also has a chance to become famous.

"This... the uncle of the sect, I won the game just now. Does the reward count?"

Chen Yu stood on the stage and confirmed.

According to the main force's standards, if you win one game, you can get three thousand defective Yuan stones and one pound of meteorite.

This is an attractive wealth for inner disciples.

Especially the meteorite, it has a price but no market.

If this meteorite is sufficient and integrated into Chen Yu's "Xuan Chong Sword", it may improve the quality of this sword.

"certainly!"

Yun Yuezong smiled and said, "How can I be a joke if my sect leader is a sect! If you can win another game, not only will you get another reward, but this sect will also meet your requirements if conditions permit."

The other elders were amused.

This bet battle, with 150 kilograms of meteorite and 200 brass crystals, is of great value.

Not only value, but also the face of Yun Yuezong.

Four against three, if you lose, where will Yunyue Sect face be put?

Therefore.

The senior executives of Yunyue Sect attach great importance to the next battle.

"I want the Qingqi Pill!"

The boy on the stage had a decisive way.

"Qingqi Pill?"

The Sect Master Yunyue and several elders were stunned.

"That's how it is..."

Elder Mao explained the reason and glared at Chen Yu fiercely.

"I see."

Master Yunyue and others couldn't help but feel dazed. It seemed that "Qingqi Pill" was indeed important to Chen Yu.

If you don't agree.

Chen Yu may be negative and depressed in the next game, and even affect his strength.

"As long as you can win, there is no problem with a clear Qi pill!"

Master Yunyue agreed.

"Haha, boy! You have no chance in the next game."

A leisurely laughter came from behind.

I don't know when.

A lazy boy appeared on the stage, with a chicken coop and an unkempt appearance.

Um!

Chen Yu's heart was terrified, and he didn't even feel the boy's sudden appearance.

"Fei Lotte!"

Chang Xuan next to Elder Mao blurted out.

"Fei Letian! The true disciple of the Iron Sword Sect!"

"What's going on! Isn't Fei Letian a true disciple of the Immortal Refining Period?"

There was an uproar in the audience.

"Master Qian! What's going on? How could the true disciple of the sect come to participate in the gambling battle in the Tongmai period?"

The face of the Sect Master Yunyue darkened.

"Hmph! Doesn't your sect want to cheat?"

Elder Mao sneered.

"Hehe, this is not cheating!"

The middle-aged man with a beard smiled and said, "Fei Letian practiced a lost secret skill. After the refining period, every time he reached a small realm, his cultivation would fall once in a similar way to scattering the power. Then, he would quickly improve to the original realm, so that the internal breath of the martial arts would become more pure and powerful."

"We have never heard of this kind of martial arts."

Master Yunyue and others looked surprised and suspicious.

"Haha, this can only be kept confidential. But I can be sure that we did not cheat. If you don't believe it, you can check it."

Middle-aged man with a mysterious smile.

I think that the lost secret skills involve certain taboo secrets, which are not enough for outsiders to understand.

For a moment.

The senior officials of Yunyue Sect looked gloomy.

Na Fei Letian is a famous true disciple of the Iron Sword Sect. Even if his cultivation level falls to the Tongmai stage and the internal energy intensity, he will definitely be at the same level.

More importantly, the realm of his true disciples' martial arts is preserved.

"Sect Master Uncle."
Chapter completed!