Wang Yifei, who has no blade and can only use his palms to fight the enemy, has been led by Cheng Siping by the nose for the first 100 rounds of the fight. Seeing this scene in the eyes of the villagers in Ningyuan Village, they had no other thoughts than shock. They all knew that Ah Weak had a very high combat power and could cross the ranks to fight the enemy, but they didn't dare to think that they could be so strong. That's a great master of the martial arts realm, you play like this, is it appropriate? And when Wang Yifei flew, he was so angry that he went crazy, but there was nothing he could do. The other party's palm technique is too weird, so he can't adapt to it at all, and the more he wants to rush to impact the other party, the more he lets the other party take him away. However, after a hundred moves, the situation finally changed.

Taijiquan overcomes rigidity with softness and leverages the characteristics of force, and under normal circumstances, the consumption is not as great as that of ordinary boxing palms. But the problem is that Cheng Siping is more than just fighting against the enemy at this time, which makes his burden increase exponentially, and after a long time, the supply of physical strength and true qi is inevitable. With these two things at once, Cheng Siping could no longer control the overall situation, and Wang Yifei gradually gained the initiative. Fortunately, Taijiquan was originally a palm technique that was good at defending and not attacking, and Cheng Siping retreated to the second, and turned to see the moves, and he responded for a while.

In the blink of an eye, another twenty or thirty moves passed, and Cheng Siping's true qi and physical strength were consumed again, and he gradually fell into a situation of hard support. At this time, every time he received a punch and a palm from the other party, he had to use the strength to eat milk. If you keep it for a long time, you will lose, he knows this very well. Fortunately, it only takes 20 more moves to win this gambling battle.

Zhu Sheng noticed Cheng Siping's predicament at this time, he wanted to help, but he felt that he couldn't do it. Don't say that at this time, the two of them are gambling openly, and it is not appropriate for others to get involved. Even if it wasn't, with Zhu Sheng's strength, it wouldn't be of much help. In a hurry, he rolled his eyes, had an idea, and immediately raised his voice: "Son, you have to hurry up, you have already passed one hundred and forty-one moves, and there are nine more moves, if you still maintain this undefeated game, your bet will be lost." ”

"What, one hundred and forty-one moves?" Wang Yifei's mind shook for a moment, and he couldn't help but get anxious, and he lost his discipline when he made a move.

Zhu Sheng couldn't help snickering when he saw it on the side. At this time, there are one hundred and forty-one moves, but in fact, it is only one hundred and thirty-three moves, and there is a difference of eight moves. The reason why he dared to shout like this was because the gambling king Yifei didn't take a few tricks seriously, so as to help Cheng Siping cheat. It turned out that he was right, Wang Yifei was so angry with Cheng Siping during the fight that he didn't pay attention to how many moves he made. On the contrary, it was Cheng Siping, who remembered every move very clearly. Cheng Siping heard Zhu Sheng shouting like this, and secretly gave him a thumbs up, or else, Jiang was still old and spicy. Although Wang Yifei's cultivation is high, when it comes to playing scheming, he is definitely not Zhu Sheng's opponent.

This made Zhu Sheng erase eight moves, and Cheng Siping suddenly felt lighter. Don't look at the only eight moves, but for Cheng Siping at this time, it is almost equivalent to a life-saving straw. The one who travels a hundred miles is half ninety, Cheng Siping is gritting his teeth at this time, and the more he goes to the back, the greater the pressure on him. It is likely that the scenery in front is infinite, but because the last few moves were not carried out, it ended miserably. With Wang Yifei's cultivation, as long as he catches a little opportunity, Cheng Siping will basically die.

Cheng Siping's pressure decreased, and the corresponding Wang Yifei's pressure increased. With only nine moves, he was really not sure if he could crush the country boy in front of him. What's worse is that he can't afford to lose this gambling fight. With the cultivation of the martial arts realm, a junior cultivator who has completed a martial apprentice can't even win it within one hundred and fifty moves. If this matter spreads, it will be a trivial matter to become the target of ridicule from all the gentlemen in the southern capital, and the real thing is that he will completely lose his qualification to compete for the position of the head of the Wang family.

At this time, Wang Yifei also sobered up a little and realized that it was a great mistake that he did not use the blade at the beginning. If he had used his blade early in the morning, the battle would have been over long ago. But now he wants to use the blade, but it is too late, and Cheng Siping will not let him free his hand to get the blade.

Wang Yifei, who was anxious, couldn't take care of it much at this time. Suddenly, he took out something from his arms with his right hand, threw it directly towards Cheng Siping, and drank softly in his mouth at the same time: "Pro!"

As Wang Yifei's voice came out, a large fireball suddenly appeared in mid-air and shot directly towards Cheng Siping.

"It's not good, it's a fourth-order fireball talisman, the host is running away, ......" The system's hurried voice sounded extremely quickly in Cheng Siping's mind.

Cheng Siping also wanted to escape, but the fireball talisman came too fast, and it had already arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, giving him a chance to dodge at all. In a desperate situation, he subconsciously raised his hand, condensed his true qi in the palm of his hand, and gently pushed forward towards the fireball.

Wang Yifei saw Cheng Siping's actions, laughed cruelly, and looked at it with a playful and cruel expression. The fireball he threw was tangible and insubstantial, in Huaxia's words, it was an extremely high energy ball, and it was impossible for someone to catch it with his hand. In his opinion, the only ending of this kid named Ah Weak is to let the fireball talisman hit his body and burn him to ashes. This is also what he wants to see, Wang Yifei at this time, but he is still angry. However, the subsequent scene almost made Wang Yifei's eyes fall out.

I saw Cheng Siping gently push and flick, and the fireball was actually moved by him like this. Then, an even more amazing scene appeared, with the non-stop movement of Cheng Siping's hands, the fireball was like a juggler, moving left and right in his hand, moving forward and backward. Suddenly, he shook his hands, pushed forward violently, and shouted: "Go back." The fireball came out in response, like an arrow from the string, and turned around and shot towards Wang Yifei.

Wang Yifei was completely stunned by the scene in front of him at this time, and he didn't realize that the danger was approaching. By the time he woke up, the fireball was less than a foot away from him. Dodge or something, then don't think about it, he can only subconsciously close his arms to protect his face.

"Whew" Wang Yifei screamed miserably, and at the same time fell to the ground and rolled on the ground. The fireball set fire to the upper half of his body, and the smell of burning quickly spread. The villagers of Zhongningyuan Village, who were onlookers, looked at the scene in front of them, and they were stunned and didn't know what to say. This plot reversed too quickly.

Wang Yifei tossed half a cup of tea on the ground, and most of the flames on his body were finally extinguished. He rolled over and got up, just about to rush up and tear the weak man apart. Suddenly, he felt a chill in front of him, and a long sword went straight against his eyebrows......

"Wang Dashao, you lost. Cheng Siping said calmly.

Wang Yifei's face twitched violently, and his already embarrassed expression was extremely hideous at this time.

"You've got a good idea of what we made. Cheng Siping put away his sword, turned around and left.

Wang Yifei looked at Cheng Siping's dashing back and left, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, a little under his feet, the person shot away like a cannonball, and slapped Cheng Siping's heart with a palm......