Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Cui Zhirong! Haha, the opponent is actually Cui Zhirong, is that Cui Zhirong who is known as the invincible player in the early Lingwu stage?!"

"Haha, Yang Qingxuan is dead now! It's time to let him know and offend us!"

"Ah? It's over, it's over, I still expect Yang Qingxuan to win another game, surprisingly win, now my money...!"

Most of the various expressions in the audience were extremely excited and crazy, and the audience was full of murderous aura and mania, as well as bloodthirsty expectations.

As Cui Zhirong and Yang Qingxuan stepped onto the gambling arena, the shouting killing sound became even more deafening. Yang Qingxuan made his ears hurt, pierced his ears, glanced contemptuously at the audience, and angered everyone.

Cui Zhirong's face sank, and he said coldly: "Knowing that the opponent is my uncle, I still pretend to be calm here, it's really annoying!"

Yang Qingxuan smiled slightly and said, "Be calm during the martial arts battle and don't let emotions occupy your brain."

Cui Zhirong was furious and reprimanded: "Rampant! Are you teaching me how to behave?!"

Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "Don't dare to learn from each other and make progress together."

Cui Zhirong pointed at him and sneered: "Study? What qualifications do you have to learn from me? This uncle came up to tear you apart! I'll tell you another exciting news, to bring you to the maid of 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 gambling opponent was me, she wanted to run over to inform you so that you could escape."

Yang Qingxuan's heart sank slightly, as if foreseeing something, he said in a deep voice, "What then?"

"Hahaha, then? Guess what?"

Cui Zhirong laughed proudly and said: "Then she was interrupted by my spine. Now I have someone take her back to the room. After I kill you, I will go to enjoy her again. Tsk tsk, depending on your age Gentle, it's still a place, right? Do you have conjectures about Wen Wen too? Hahaha, it's a pity that she is about to kneel on my hip and groan, but you are going to splash the battlefield with blood, for this purgatory In the battlefield, add a humble soul!"

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 the anger of weak people like you, then fear, then begging for mercy, and finally-death!"

When the voice fell, there was a shock from the gambling arena. Cui Zhirong's toe was touched, and the whole person rushed up, and his fierce murderous aura rose with his palms, piercing through the air!

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrunk slightly, and he said coldly: "Although there are not a few people I have killed, I don't kill people easily. However, you are not a ‘human’!"

The Xingyiquan manifested, and the tiger roared out like a fierce tiger howling in the mountains and forests.

"Boom!"

Four palms collided, bursting with energy, Yang Qingxuan was shocked and took three steps back.

Cui Zhirong's face changed, and he rose in anger, as if the other party took him a palm, making him faceless, and shouted, "Death!"

The whole body bowed and shot out like a swordfish.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan stepped on his body, he took a volley and spun up, avoiding the swift blow. He stepped on in the air, turned around, and flew down like an eagle hitting the sky!

In order to ensure the safety of the gambling battle, after he retreated the Wujin suit, he only felt as light as the wind, so he could fly as he walked.

"What? What a quick posture!"

Cui Zhirong was taken aback. He was already fast enough, but found that Yang Qingxuan was still above him. He was even more furious, and shouted, "Go to hell!"

With both fists slammed, the air shook like a blow, and Yang Qingxuan was about to blow up!

"Whether you die or not, is it your garbage can decide?"

The eagle's claws and that fist shocked, and Cui Zhirong stepped back a few steps, breaking the bluestone floor continuously.

Yang Qingxuan swooped down and took the upper hand. After a blow, his bodywork moved back and forth, but it was a little bit in an instant. A huge roar rushed from his palms, which was exactly the bear fist in the twelve-shaped box. Come.

Cui Zhirong was shocked and angry, shocked that Yang Qingxuan was much stronger than he thought. Although the opponent defeated Peng Hai, he did not watch the battle. He just imagined it out of thin air, but it was unexpectedly harder than he thought. Entangled a lot.

Twenty VIP rooms hanging around the gambling arena are full of seats, and everyone is watching the game.

In the largest room in the center, You Ye looked calm, watching every process of the two of them, and seeing Yang Qingxuan evolving into twelve forms, she couldn't help but be surprised: "Hey, this set of martial arts is interesting, I am afraid it has reached the yellow level. High level."

Mr. Lu said in surprise: "Yellow-level high-level? No! He is only ten levels of Qi martial arts. How can he master the yellow-level high-level martial arts? The body should not be able to bear it."

You Ye said: "If I'm not mistaken, he is not only at the tenth level of Qi Wu, he should have also practiced physical skills. This gambling battle is a bit worth seeing, but it is a pity after all."

Mr. Lu said, "What does the son mean by the pity? I think it's a pity that Yang Qingxuan was killed? It's better to let someone pass the sound through, so that Cui Zhirong will stop the killer, and Yang Qingxuan will be saved."

You Ye smiled coldly, and said: "It's a pity that I'm not talking about his life. It's that he refines Qi and tempers his body and embarks on the road of martial arts double cultivation, which blocked his way to the peak. Although Physical training has declined, but if he concentrates on physical training, this king will also cherish talents and save him for his life. Unfortunately, he is insatiable and has no self-knowledge. If he wants to cultivate in the dual path, he can only kill himself. This bet Dou, I am no longer interested in watching."

He turned around and said, "Mr. Jin, accompany me to practice."

Mr. Jin's eyes flashed, and said: "Do you think Yang Qingxuan is dead?"

You Ye stunned: "Why, Mr. Jin thinks that there will be different results?" He analyzed: "Although Yang Qingxuan is a fellow practitioner of the Dual Paths, he seems to be very powerful, but above the Dual Paths, none of them are good enough. If you hit the back, it is inevitable The more flaws there are. Furthermore, Cui Zhirong's martial soul is'sluggish', but it's very tight."

Mr. Jin said: "That's correct, but since Yang Qingxuan's move so far, I haven't seen even one flaw. It's a whole body, the technique is 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, not high. If the master's cultivation of the "Eight Desolate Dragon Fight" can have this one-fifth understanding, then it is enough to serve as the captain of any team of the Imperial Guard."

Mr. Lu was taken aback, he only felt that he had committed the following, and said hurriedly: "Mr. Jin, you...!"

You Ye raised his hand and interrupted Mr. Lu's words, and said, "Since it is Mr. Jin's evaluation, it can't be wrong." His face became very solemn, and he slowly stood back in front of the crystal glass with a serious expression. Staring at the gambling arena.