Yan Peng was hit by Chu Yun repeatedly like a sandbag, without the slightest struggle, without shouting, as if he had lost consciousness.

Chu Yun didn't mean to stop, he still punched and kicked, like a drum, knocking Yan Peng to the ground, never letting his body fall to the ground.

"Hiss!" "It's too violent, too bloody, all the clansmen gasp in unison, this Chu Yun can't be provoked!"

All the cultivators also showed surprised looks.

You must know that Yan Peng is already a cultivator of the tenth level of Qi cultivation, and the strength of his physical body has already surpassed that of ordinary mortals, without the strength of a thousand catties, he can't hurt it at all, even if he stands without defense, let mortals punch and kick, and wait for leisure will not hurt his muscles and bones.

As soon as Chu Yun made a move, Yan Peng's strong protective power was obviously useless. Listening to the sound of broken bones, the eyelids of a cultivator jumped, and Chu Yun's strength obviously exceeded more than a thousand catties, which was not much worse than that of a cultivator in the late stage of Qi cultivation. For a mortal, this is incredible.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, which greatly surprised Yan Dansong. It was only at this time that he understood Chu Yun's true intention of making a bet.

It turned out that this guy had already had murderous intentions towards Yan Peng, but he had no reason to make a move, so he used forty-two spirit stones as bait to force Yan Peng to bet with him. By this time, the plan was halfway through.

Based on Chu Yun's past gambling achievements, Yan Peng obviously would not gamble casually, so Chu Yun deliberately slipped into words to fight for his life. Yan Peng has no confidence in betting on others, but if he fights for his life, how can a tenth-level immortal cultivator be afraid of a mortal?

After saying, 'Fighting alone, gambling on life and death?', Chu Yun's tone obviously had a pause. No matter how stupid Yan Peng was, he could react in this pause. As a result, Yan Peng thought that he had seized the loophole in the other party's words and forced Chu Yun to fight for his life, but he had already fallen into the other party's calculations.

In the eyes of outsiders, Yan Peng was aggressive, but Chu Yun was defeated and retreated, and even aggrieved. But under the persecution of Yan Peng, he had to rush to the battle. This move was not only arrogant to Yan Peng's heart, but also won the sympathy of the clansmen, even if Yan Peng's life was taken, others would not suspect that Chu Yun had the intention of killing his brother!

This is the true meaning of Chu Yun's bet.

Subsequently, Chu Yun even pretended to be a slip of the tongue for a while, and not only successfully deceived Yan Peng and everyone on the scene, but even himself, who was a Jindan monk, was easily deceived by him.

This son is so scheming, so strong in calculation!

Yan Dansong secretly sighed in his heart. How could he be so confident that Yan Peng would definitely bet against him and let him make three moves first? Could it be that he not only calculated Yan Peng's psychology, but even calculated his own favoritism towards him?

If so, this man's cunning is terrifying!

As for the Six Ding Heavenly Thunder Talisman released by Chu Yun, others didn't see it clearly, but they couldn't hide it from Yan Dansong in the Jindan period. Those yellow papers are nothing more than things that confuse people's hearts, but the real killing move is a strange metal cylinder in Chu Yun's cuff, which shoots out thunder and lightning in an instant to knock down the other party, this thing should be taken from the treasure in the metal puppet.

As for why he drew three talismans, Yan Dansong couldn't help but smile.

This little rabbit cub, the grasp of people's hearts is really terrifying, anyone who sees him playing treasure one after another, will relax their vigilance, under his bewilderment, Yan Peng did not even turn on the talisman defense! Otherwise, he would not be defeated without resistance.

In an instant, Yan Dansong figured out the trick, but suddenly heard someone in the crowd shouting: "Stop! Looking up, it was Yan Fengxin yelling on the side.

Yan Peng deliberately avoided his warning gaze, Yan Fengxin was ruthless in his heart, stinky boy, if Chu Yun has a good one, Lao Tzu will pick your skin! Unexpectedly, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and the evil obstacle was already in danger before he made a move.

Yan Feng's disobedience to his son was not happy in his confidence. However, after all, it was his own relatives and blood, and he couldn't sit back and watch him be beaten to death no matter what, but he couldn't step forward and interfere with it, so he had to open his mouth to admit defeat to Yan Dansong.

However, Chu Yun's movements were too fast. When Yan Fengxin shouted the words 'stop', he kicked Yan Peng's buttocks hard with his right foot. The power of this kick was so terrifying that it kicked Yan Peng into the air again.

When Yan Fengxin said the word 'we', Chu Yunzhong Palace was aggressive, and the five fingers of his right hand formed a cone, and he pecked fiercely at three points below Yan Peng's umbilicus.

In the burst of blood light, Yan Peng, who was dizzy and confused, suddenly let out an earth-shattering howl, and a huge blood hole instantly appeared in his lower abdomen, and the whole person was shocked and flew out, and fell to the ground with a 'bang', motionless and no longer sound.

At this time, Yan Fengxin's words 'admitting defeat' just popped out of his lips!

At this moment, Chu Yun also heard Yan Fengxin shouting to admit defeat, and without waiting for Yan Dansong to stop, he immediately turned around and restrained his hands, hugged his fists in front of him, and hugged Yan Peng who was spread on the ground and said, "Cousin, admit it!"

Everything was like lightning and flint, and it was only ten breaths of effort before and after, and Yan Peng, the winner of today's Dabi laurels, was completely defeated by a mortal Chu Yun, and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

There was silence, the audience was dead silent, and even a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly!

Obviously, no one in the audience could accept this fact! Except for Yan Fengxin holding his son in his arms and giving emergency treatment with the help of Dai'er, the audience was silent!

Yanyi is just a small island, and it has always been common for mortals and immortal cultivators to live in harmony, gambling at the same table, and sleeping in the same bed.

However, after all, the strength of the two is very different, although there is no clear division of the noble and low ranks, but in the eyes of mortals, the status of immortal cultivators is absolutely high. Even if the brothers and sisters of the same family, there are children who cultivate immortal spirit roots, they always enjoy most of the living resources in the family.

Now, the high-ranking immortal cultivator was knocked to the ground by a mortal, which undoubtedly caused a huge impact on everyone's thoughts. Could it be that we mortals can also have the power to defeat immortal cultivators like Chu Yun? Looking at Chu Yun standing tall with his fists clenched, many mortal youths of the same age cast adoring glances at him.

People were like living in an absurd dream, and finally someone woke up early, and immediately clapped and shouted wildly, cheering Chu Yun's name loudly!

Immediately afterwards, the others also woke up from a dream, applauding and shouting Chu Yun's name loudly!

"Chu Yun!

At this moment, Chu Yun became a hero in the hearts of all the clansmen who could not cultivate!

Daile was on the side to help treat Yan Peng, and her smooth and pretty face shone with holy brilliance. A pair of slender hands steadily and gently brushed away the blood stains on Yan Peng's body, but no one would have thought that her heart was actually not calm, not only a little self-blame, but more inexplicable relief and happiness!

Chu Yun, you practice penance in the backyard of the Holy Temple every day, do you know that your firm persistence, that kind of manly unique power, has silently disturbed an old girl's state of mind?

That's right, old girl, thirty-four-year-old Shaohua, the most beautiful season of a woman, I, Yan Dai'er, have all dedicated to the god of fire.

Since being chosen as a saint seventeen years ago, Dale has gained supreme respect, but she has also lost the happiness that an ordinary girl can enjoy. Accompanied by this holy temple every day, although there are advanced exercises to cultivate, the cultivation resources far exceed those of ordinary cultivators. But who can understand the loneliness in a young woman's heart?

One morning ten years ago, what sound woke me up from my morning sleep? The little one was constantly banging on the trunk of the tree in the woods in the backyard of the temple.

This little guy is really funny, he can't sleep well in the morning, but he runs into the woods to mess around. Look, what they're doing, running, hitting tree trunks, climbing trees, jumping through the woods. Hey, every movement of this kid has a special rhythm and rhythm, is he practicing?

Such a young child actually got up early to practice on his own? Looking at his focused expression, I hope to hold on for a few more days! Oh, be careful, you see, I fell, and my little knees were bleeding

It's raining so hard outside, I wonder if the little guy will come to practice today?

Good boy, it's really here, looking at your mud monkey-like embarrassment, Daile really admires you a little bit!

I don't know when I got into the habit, Dale would always wake up early in the morning and couldn't help but go to the woods in the backyard of the temple to take a spin!

The little guy went to the forest every day to practice, rain or shine, and almost never interrupted except for the important festivals in the clan.

The little figure grew taller and taller, the figure became more and more burly, from a naughty boy, gradually growing into a burly youth, smooth lips, gradually growing a fine beard, and his running speed became faster and faster, it is really hard to imagine that an ordinary mortal can have such agile speed! Seeing that he can knock down a stump with the thickness of a bowl mouth with a palm of his hand, Daer's heart is complicated and inexplicable.

This is a man with a strong heart, who is almost masochistic in his daily practice, and is always on the verge of collapse, but he still grits his teeth and holds on. The pain in the meantime was unbearable even for an immortal cultivator like himself, but this ordinary mortal persisted for several years.

His strength and agility are probably on par with that of a fifth-level Qi cultivator, right?