In the water pavilion, Yu Liancheng started a fierce battle with the sour scholar, the old scholar, and the mustache.
Muffled thunderous collisions were heard from time to time, and chaotic energy spread in all directions, shattering surrounding tables, chairs and other objects.
The little old man was still watching all this with a smile, and did not stop him. He only waved to the beauty in nightgown beside him.
"Shaman, why don't you take action?" the little old man asked with a smile.
Even when facing the little old man, the beauty in the nightgown still had a face as cold as ice and asked, "Does he have any grudge against me?"
The little old man shook his head: "It seems not, but he seems to want to steal your money. He is a robber."
Shaman said coldly: "If he wants to steal money, then give it to him. No matter how much it is, just take it."
"You, you." The little old man looked like Shaman, with a hint of pity in his eyes: "Your martial arts and eyesight are also very good, but can you tell which side will win?"
Sharman shook his head.
If they fight alone, the old scholar and the others are afraid that none of them can last thirty moves in Yu Liancheng's hands.
But the three of them joined forces and complemented each other, making them suddenly rise to another level.
The little old man smiled and said: "Actually, winning or losing is already determined from the beginning."
Before Shaman asked him what he meant, he heard a long sigh suddenly coming from Yulian City: "I thought that the three of you could fight me together. Unfortunately, I overestimated you. You are under the influence of the little old man. Not only have they not achieved great success in martial arts, they don’t even have the qualities of a top master.”
The three old scholars couldn't help but be surprised.
Their fight has reached a fever pitch, and the three of them need to concentrate and cope with it with all their strength. But Yu Liancheng was still able to do it with ease and could even speak.
"Okay, today's activities are enough, it's time for you to lie down."
Yuliancheng's energy was released, and the heaven and earth "roared", as if the sacred mountain had collapsed. The breathing of the three sour scholars was stagnant, but their faces were filled with joy.
Previously, Yulian City was as immovable as a mountain, its defenses were watertight, and it was extremely thick, making it impossible for them to attack.
But now, this magical energy has disappeared, and their opportunity has come.
The sour scholar inhaled sharply, and the airflow in front of him surged, as if all the air had been sucked out. His chest and abdomen suddenly swelled, and he exhaled suddenly. At the same time, his body was swept by electricity, and his fists were blasted.
Yu Liancheng snorted coldly, and also punched out violently, and collided with Su Xiucai's fist without any false pretense.
Su Xiucai's blow was made by mobilizing the Hunyuan Qigong all over his body to condense it. His punch was like a heavy cannon, and even the copper and iron walls would be blasted through by this punch.
But with just one fist exchange, there was a muffled "bang" sound, and he fell down like a kite with its string cut off, blood spurting out from his mouth.
Mustache's bone-melting palm and the old scholar's finger knife were attacking from the left and right at the same time.
Yu Liancheng pushed out his palms and faced the two of them respectively.
Mustache and the old scholar's minds moved. Yu Liancheng's palm was fast and fast, but there was not much change. It was undoubtedly a fool's dream to use such a palm technique to deal with them both at the same time.
Did this guy become arrogant and frivolous after defeating the sour scholar? So much so that there were omissions in the moves.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yu Liancheng took a breath and suddenly let out a long groan.
This long chant also seemed to contain some kind of power, and it was shaking continuously in the water pavilion. The remaining energy that Xiaohu and the old scholar had been driven into the body by Yu Liancheng during the fight suddenly burst out, causing their bodies to tremble. The shape and true energy suddenly stagnated.
In a contest between experts, the winner can often be decided in a split second.
With two bangs and bangs, the old scholar and the mustache flew out as if they were falling apart, vomiting blood in the air.
In just a few breaths, the originally evenly matched situation was broken, and the three masters were defeated miserably.
Except for Wu Ming, no one in the field could think of it.
Everyone here seems mediocre, but they are all rare masters.
In their eyes, the masters and celebrities who are famous in the world are just names and are difficult to catch their eyes.
Although Yulian City is famous in the world, it may not be taken seriously by them.
But at this moment, they realized that the man in front of them had reached the highest level of martial arts in the world.
Even on the island, the only people who can defeat him are the Ninth Young Master and the little old man, and the former is not even sure yet.
"Okay, okay, your performance is beyond my expectation." The little old man sighed.
Yu Liancheng also sighed: "The performance of these three people is beyond my expectations."
The little old man said: "Their martial arts are not bad to begin with. I originally thought they could hold on for a few more moves under your hands."
Yu Liancheng said: "It's a pity that I discovered their flaw."
The little old man said: "Oh?"
"Hunyuan Qigong is a stupid skill. It seems to be unpredictable and unstoppable, but in fact it lacks flexibility and change. What you need with a finger knife is to kill with one strike. After a long battle, there will be flaws and omissions."
Yu Liancheng took out an unbroken jar of wine, raised his head and drank a few sips: "As for the bone-transforming cotton palm, it is soft and soft, which is the opposite of the finger knife. If you encounter people who have practiced martial arts such as the finger knife or the Drunk Liuyun Seven Killers, A master is likely to be killed in one blow.”
The little old man said: "These should be what you expected."
Yu Liancheng nodded: "Yes, as long as these martial arts are not reached to the highest level, they will have the shortcomings I mentioned above. What really surprised me is that although they have unique skills and magical skills, they lack the ability to be top masters. Literacy.”
The little old man seemed a little confused: "Oh? Why is this?"
Yulian Cheng said: "Are the plans you arrange every time seamless and foolproof?"
The little old man smiled and said: "Maybe not, but it's not much different."
"That's it. Your plan is so well arranged. Every time you let them deal with masters who are much weaker than you. This way, although they are sure of success, they have no experience in competing with top masters."
Yu Liancheng said: "Although they have arrogance, once they encounter someone who is more powerful than them, they can only use 80% of their tenth success. And once they cannot defeat the opponent for a long time, they will become more and more anxious, doubting themselves, and they will definitely lose. "
The little old man nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, what you said makes sense."
Yu Liancheng said: "What I said makes sense."
With a sudden flick of his sleeve, an invisible strong wind stirred up in the field, wrapping up the banknotes and flying into Yu Liancheng's palm.
Now that we've talked about robbery, we can't give up halfway.
He gave one hundred thousand taels of silver to the little old man.
The little old man smiled happily and said, "I made fifty thousand taels in one fell swoop. I can still do this kind of business next time."
Yu Liancheng turned his attention to Shaman again and said with a smile: "Beauty, are you interested in dining with me? I'll treat you." After that, he raised the banknote in his hand.
"Boring." Shaman gave him a cold look, turned around and left.
