The strongest invincible master

Chapter 81 Opening
The opening sounds kept coming and going, and Yun Yi's table was no exception. Tang Fei raised his head and greeted everyone.

"The market is open, whoever wants to place a bet please be early?"

Yao Qiuhan took out 50 taels of silver without hesitation, and bit his lip.

"My brother Ayi is fifty."

"It's so affectionate, isn't it Feihuyu that you have seen the truth in adversity?"

While talking, Tang Fei swiftly collected the money, and then took out his share.

"For the sake of your sincerity, I will also bet 50 taels on Yunyi."

Brothers and sisters Yao Xiong and Lu also bet on Yunyi one after another, and everyone looked at Chu Qianqian.

As his junior brother, he naturally understands his senior brother's level best.

"Haha, you have been fooled. He doesn't even have Qinggong, how can he win?" Chu Qianqian felt that she was the smartest. After seeing Yun Yi's performance at Wuliu Villa, she took the 300 taels of silver in her bag amidst everyone's surprised eyes. He took them all out and placed them heavily on the table.

"I bet on Yun Yi to lose!"

Chu Qianqian's domineering attitude influenced many people. People from various factions saw that there was an opening here, and saw that she and Yun Yi were senior brothers, but they all bet on their senior brother to lose, so they all followed her to bet. People, one-sided bets on Yunyi to lose.

"Qingcheng's swordsmanship is not weak, this Liao Rui is pretty good."

"The old man is really curious about his ability to escape safely from Feihuyu."

Some seniors were also paying attention to this competition. Luo Rong looked at Lu Bing slightly worried, but he nodded easily.

……

"Hero Yun, please."

Liao Rui made a full gesture, trying to downplay his intention of taking the initiative to challenge.

Seeing that Liao Rui was stronger than the disciples of the Hehuan Sect, Yun Yi decided to persuade Mrs. Huarui not to just think about dressing herself up, but to pay more attention to the cultivation of the disciples in the sect.

And Ningxiang and Bingling, if Mrs. Huarui doesn't want to train them, I will recruit them to the money gang.

With beautiful women, more talents can be attracted, Yun Yi's mind has gone astray.

Liao Rui thought that Yun Yi didn't dare to make a move, and with a mocking look on his face, he said again.

"Hero Yun, please."

Yun Yi's mind was pulled back, and he drew out the long sword from his waist.

With the weapon casting program in place, Yun Yi gave each of the three pieces of equipment presented by the system a resounding name.

The name of the sword is Zhetian, the name of the robe is Chentian, and the name of wearing is Zhentian.

Yun Yi was also not polite, and with a wave of Zhe Tian, ​​he stabbed at Liao Rui with a flat move.

"Haha."

As soon as the competition started, Liao Rui didn't hold back his hand anymore, seeing that Yun Yi's sword move was unremarkable, he sneered.

Swinging the long sword, Liao Rui's hand tightened, and the sword carried the whistling sound of wind, trapping Yun Yi in the sword net.

Songfeng swordsmanship.

The essence of this set of swordsmanship is that it moves like the wind and stands still like a pine tree. The swordsmanship is elegant and flexible. Liao Rui was reminded by Chu Qianqian that his opponent is not good at light skills, so he used Qingcheng School's unique technique when he came up.

Defeating Yun Yi in the shortest time can kill two birds with one stone, not only improving his own image, but also slapping the hero in front of him fiercely in the face.

Yun Yi is no longer interested in subtle moves, there will always be flaws in subtle moves, between succession and transformation, just to see if the opponent can see it and find out.

Liao Rui is worthy of being a master of the Qingcheng School, and his strength is much stronger than the disciples of the Hehuan Sect. Although Yun Yi is not good at lightness kungfu, his spiritual power has greatly increased, and the spiritual energy in the sea of ​​​​qi can be sent to where he needs it at will.

Is this the strength of the Qi Condensation Realm?
Move the Qi at will, breaking a thousand catties with one breath, the gap in realm is difficult to make up with moves.

Yun Yi's mind went astray again, he didn't meet a disciple of Qi Condensation Realm in Hehuan Sect, this competition with Liao Rui increased Yun Yi's knowledge a lot.

Although Liao Rui has entered the Qi Condensation Realm, he is far less proficient in using Qi than Yun Yi.

The two fought dozens of moves, and Liao Rui was secretly shocked when he saw that Yun Yi's breath was long and he didn't show any signs of fatigue.

"Sure enough."

After Liao Rui finished speaking, a trace of apprehension appeared on his face.

"If you only have this ability, then next..."

Yun Yi felt that Liao Rui was useless, so he didn't plan to spend any more time with him. When he saw him talking, he replied impatiently.

"Brother Liao, use whatever you have. Let's finish the fight and eat."

"Hmph, since you want to lose so much, then do as you wish."

In the voice of speaking, Liao Rui's momentum changed, and a tyrannical breath erupted.

"Next, let me show you the unique skills of the Qingcheng School."

"Bah!"

A sharp scolding came from Liao Rui's mouth, like a dry thunder sounding out of thin air, and with this scolding, a cold light swept towards Yun Yi's throat!
Fengyun Nine Styles, the strongest unique technique of the Qingcheng School!
There were countless cold voices in the arena, Liao Rui was so young, he had already mastered the Fengyun Nine Styles, he really was a super strong swordsman.

Sweeping, Liao Rui shouted again, and the sword light spilled out like snow, like a goose feather.

The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a mat, this is the second move of Tianxing Jiushi.

Yun Yi didn't have any expression on his face, he swung the sky, brazenly facing this violent sword...

Yao Qiuhan's face was full of worry, but Tang Fei looked at the small mountain of silver on the table and laughed.

"Looks like we're going to get rich."

Unconvinced, Chu Qianqian was about to open her mouth when she saw the two swords intersect and let out a clear cry. Yun Yi suddenly volleyed into the air with the force of rebellion, the long sword was changed to his left hand, and he slashed quickly from top to bottom!

A rag flew up in mid-air.

Yun Yi smiled faintly, sheathed his sword and stepped back, speaking two words.

"Assignment."

Liao Rui never expected that under the onslaught of Tianxing Nine Styles, the opponent would make a strange move, switch to a left-handed sword, and unexpectedly pierce his robe, and was stunned for a while.

"In a martial arts competition, only one side admits defeat is considered a loss."

"Winning a move by luck does not determine the outcome."

Influenced by Chu Qianqian, most of the bets on Liao Rui won the game. Naturally, they didn't want their money to turn into water, and many voices rang out.

Liao Rui suddenly gained motivation, looked into Yun Yi's eyes and said.

"Come again!"

Yun Yi smiled and said to Liao Rui: "How about we settle for a tie? Let's go down and have a few drinks together."

Not being rewarded by the system, Yun Yi was very depressed. It seemed that the relationship between him and the Hehuan Sect was very different, and that was the benefit the system gave him.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Huarui's delicate body, which is so fascinating that people don't want to lose her life, automatically appears in front of Yun Yi

"No."

Seeing that Yun Yi flinched, Liao Rui thought that just now he was just a blind cat who ran into a dead mouse, and he would not have such luck in another fight.

The two words were spoken without allowing Yunyi to think, Liao Rui's long sword was like training, its light was like electricity, and the green and cold blade seemed to have been transformed into waves of flowing light and green waves, so surging, they surrounded Yunyi!
When the sigh was still floating in the sound, the two swords had collided thirteen times in a row. Every time the collision hit Liao Rui at the moment when he was exhaling, it made his blood very uncomfortable. The long sword in his hand was no longer light and agile, but Like an uncontrolled object, wanting to leave its grasp.

(End of this chapter)