Xuan Huan: My exercises will be self-cultivated

The man's neck was blocked by Su Baiyi's terrifying breath, his face was terrified, and his breathing was a little short.

"You, you! Brothers, this person is Su Baiyi. Did you see that, he is with that woman, everyone must seek justice today!"

Seeing that he was alone and weak, he decisively recruited others to denounce Su Baiyi, but Su Baiyi just smiled disdainfully.

"Fairness, what's fairness? You love me if you want to buy a deal, and you want to be fair with me at the gambling table, right? This is because I won. If I lose today, I will get five of your millions of spirit stones." I will pay you twice the compensation, who will talk to me about justice then?"

Every word was heartbreaking, and Su Baiyi's words were merciless. Those people were immediately stunned, and many of them retreated and prepared to leave.

"But you are a fraud. You know your strength is superb, so you deliberately set up a trick to let us be deceived. I will report it to the elders!"

"It's such a big joke. Even if I set up a trick, why didn't anyone else fall for it? Just like you two idiots, you still have the face to ask for money now, to show how stupid you are?"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd of onlookers, everyone echoed what Su Baiyi said, and the faces of all the money-refunders turned pale.

Seeing that they couldn't hold back their fart for a long time, Su Baiyi turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, a strong wind suddenly hit behind him.

Playing asshole?
Bending forward without looking back, Su Baiyi pretended that the underside of his robe was stained with dust to dust off, pretending to dodge the blow.

"Wow, this guy jumped over the wall in a hurry!"

"It's so despicable, I can't afford to lose!"

The crowd was in an uproar, Su Baiyi turned around, and immediately pretended to be surprised when he met the man with an unbelievable face.

"You! It's really your fault that you sneaked up on me and did it out of nowhere."

Then, he clasped his fists to everyone and said:
"Everyone, you have seen it clearly, right? He made the first move. This person's despicable behavior is simply punishable by humans and gods. Why don't I, Su, do justice for the heavens and accept such cunning people!"

After saying that, with a glance from the corner of his eye, the man already had the intention of retreating, the corners of Su Baiyi's mouth rose slightly, and a bit of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes.

"puff!"

Without any warning, he punched the man in the face. Su Baiyi felt that his fist didn't penetrate a bit.

When he was caught and beaten violently, all the onlookers applauded.

It wasn't a big deal in the first place, and besides, what others said was true, Su Baiyi was indeed a deceit, so even if he talked about it, Su Baiyi might change the solution.

But should he treat Gusu Wanrou like that? Based on Su Baiyi's understanding of her, Gusu Wanrou might ignore her for three to five days this time. With her character, she would never endure such a shame.

After beating for a full 3 minutes, until the man was beaten into a pig's head, Su Baiyi took a breath and stopped.

"Tell me, there is no one now, what's going on?"

Lie on the ground motionless like a dead pig, Su Baiyi looked a little annoyed.

"You can think about it carefully. If you don't say anything, you will have to play with me for a long time. You know me so well, Lin Qiang, you don't know. What do you think of his final identification of minor injuries?"

As if greatly stimulated, the man struggled for a long time, and finally sighed.

Su Baiyi chuckled and knew there was something tricky about it. Not only did he come out to find trouble for no reason, but he also incited other people, obviously targeting himself, to completely ruin his reputation.

"Brother Zhao Sihua Zhao ordered me to come here. He promised me a copy of Huang-level peerless kung fu after I am done. That's why I..."

Zhao Sihua, Su Baiyi has a little impression of this person, he should be the former chief disciple of Qingyang Sect.

The chief disciple is selected through the annual sect competition, and his status is even higher than that of the direct disciples. This Zhao Sihua was the winner of the previous year, but he was defeated by Li Hanfeng last year.

Li Hanfeng is exactly the older brother of Li Hanyue, the woman who followed Chi Qiang with no one in her eyes when she first met Gusu Wanrou. His master is Chi Qiang's grandfather, Chi Daozi.

But this Zhao Sihua who has no grievances or enmities with him, how could he attack him, Su Baiyi is really puzzled.

"You go back and talk to him, and say that there is something to see you on the field. Anyway, you will meet sooner or later. Don't do such villainous things behind your back."

The man ran away rolling and crawling, Su Baiyi counted the time, Gusu Wanrou's match might have already started, so he hurried to the venue.

At this time, the crowd was almost packed, and the name of the first disciple handed down by the Supreme Elder was effective. There were more than a star and a half more people than the one in his own arena!
"Gently and soft, kind to look at the bright eyes, and a sword that can be used to conquer the city, graceful for nine days!"

"Wanrou Wanrou you are the strongest, Wanrou Wanrou you are the best!"

"Senior Sister Wanrou, look at me, I will follow you to the death!"

Su Baiyi almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, so many fans, it's too crazy, and there are slogans!

He found a place that was not too irritable and sat down secretly. He was afraid that if Gusu Wanrou had some brilliant battle later, the screams would deafen him.

The match seemed to have been going on for a while, both sides were a little tired on the field, and it was unknown how strong Gusu Wanrou was against that man.

A red dress fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of coquettishness to Gusu's gentleness and coldness.

"Ding!"

The long sword danced like a dragon swimming in shock. Gusu Wanrou's sword was not as sharp as Su Baiyi's, but it carried a woman's unique femininity, but it must not be underestimated.

He fought with his opponents one after another, and the battle gradually reached a fierce stage. Seeing Su Baiyi smacking his tongue, his hands were also tightly entangled.

"A drop in the ocean shakes the world!"

With a coquettish shout, Gusu Wanrou pursed her sword proudly, the green color on the blade was graceful, stretched out a few feet of sword energy and snaked out like a long snake, binding her opponent tightly.

"The lonely wind on a strange road never leaves the dust!"

With the second sword move, the horse suddenly seemed to have life, wrapped around the opponent's body, the edge was extremely sharp, and it slammed into Gusu Wanrou's hand.

This is Yuan Lao's exercise, named "Lan Yun Gentleman's Sword", which is just suitable for Gusu Wanrou's cultivation, and seeing such achievements, it just proves this point.

In order to prevent serious injuries, the referee saw that the opponent had no strength to fight back, and immediately decided that Gusu Wanrou won. As expected, thunderous cheers erupted from the audience.

If you participate in this kind of thing, you may not feel anything, but if you are an outsider, you can only use your spiritual power to protect your ears like Su Baiyi.

After wandering around for a long time, Su Baiyi finally found Gusu Wanrou, who was deliberately avoiding fanatical fans. It seems that she herself was also a victim of it.

"Senior sister, I didn't realize that she is so popular."

Gusu Wanrou knew that he was poor-mouthed, so she just stretched out her hand and pushed him, but a look of arrogance appeared on her face.

"Do you know Zhao Sihua?"