Huale Wuji Palace is a good place.

Putting aside Fan Yan's bad intentions, Yeyu felt that he could come here often.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the gambling images recorded in these mirages in his hand benefited him a lot.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Although Ye Yan is familiar with the secret books of the exercises in the arsenal of the Hidden Gate, he has not practiced all the moves in practical use, even if he relies on the advantage of the time flow rate of the treasure map, the exercises he is proficient in are only one-twelfth of the two volumes of the Tao and the sword, not to mention that the promotion of martial arts is completely different from the cultivation of internal strength, and the most important is actual combat experience, and the opponents in the treasure map, except for those demon beasts with low intelligence, there is no one else, but now this opportunity sent to him allows him to find a point of force.

In the past few days, he would come to Wuji Palace every afternoon to study martial arts.

Yesterday at the entrance of the hall, I saw that among the target lists hung on the shadow wall, there was a Four Realms Sword Cultivator from the Taibai Sect of the Great Yan Dynasty in the past, and he was itching and planning to give it a try.

As far as he knows, Taibai Sect was known as the "Northern Dao Sect" before the Great Zhou Dynasty settled in the Central Plains, and it was a famous sect that could really be called the immortal family on the mountain, and it was once called the Four Great Immortal Sects with the Millennium Daoist Sect "Wudang", the Hidden World Taoist Sect "Gu Shot", and the Nanyue Taoist Sect "Luofu" collectively known as the Four Great Immortal Gates. Qingyun Temple and Danzhou Gate.

And what interested him the most was the gambling book of the sword cultivator.

One of the three unique "Cangji Sword Book" of Taibai.

This exercise is classified as a law in the four categories of "scriptures, laws, techniques, and decisions" in the secret collection of the "Sword Scroll" of the hidden gate, which is slightly inferior to the sword scripture.

However, the rune scripture classified as the first class in the "Rune Scroll" is not only a way of dual cultivation of sword runes, but also a genuine immortal art.

No matter how subtle the Dao technique looks, in the final analysis, it is making a fuss about using the vitality of heaven and earth.

But the immortal art is different, it relies on the power of the spirit to summon the fairy spirit to cast blessings, which is very different from the former.

Although the worlds are now confused, and the immortal realm has become an immortal realm, and cultivators do not need to ascend to get it, but this kind of spell that has been inherited and accumulated for thousands of years is by no means comparable to ordinary cultivation exercises.

It's not that he covets other people's skills, but he wants to see how well he has practiced the three-style "sword book" he has studied.

On the west side of Wuji Palace, there is a martial spirit hall with two huge statues of Demon King Kong standing at the door.

Ye Mo put three mirage beads printed with the moves of the Cangji Sword Book into the mouth of the divine beast "Innocent" in the town hall and inspected them, and obtained three red martial arts beads.

The young man returned to the private room on the fourth floor, and according to Fan Yanjiao's method, he sat on the meditation bed, lit a pillar of Qingming incense, and condensed a tall phantom body that looked very much like Zhao Jia.

Ye Mo originally thought that he would be a little unaccustomed to this phantom form, but to his surprise, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

According to the rules of gambling skills, the dealer can raise the cultivation realm to the same level as the target, and he will raise the cultivation realm to the four realms, which feels no different from Shanhaijian.

Ye Mo picked up the martial arts bead and used the token to activate the teleportation circle set up in the private room and enter the ring.

……

The top floor of the Infinite Palace.

Compared with the noisy crowds downstairs, the stands here are much more spacious and comfortable, surrounded by pavilions and corridors, among which a Plantagenet on the east side of the ring is the most eye-catching.

At this time, under the golden roof of the Quetai, in the lobby supported by two golden pillars engraved with the words "Heaven and Earth Wuji" and "No Taboos" respectively, Fan Yan was sitting on the main seat, leaning on the handrail, leisurely crossing Erlang's legs, drinking tea, while listening to the two subordinates standing at the bottom of the steps report their accounts.

Fan Yan, who had always cared not much about careful calculations, was drowsy, yawned several times in succession, and suddenly waved his hand and said: "Give these accounts to Wang Maitreya, and tell him that if he dares to lose a son in the tower, I will play him bald, and what are the off-court odds today?" ”

A middle-aged guy closed the account book and said respectfully: "Lender, all of you are novices today, and the strength of the dealer is not high, about one to three."

The two were talking, when they suddenly heard a sound of footsteps from the verandah, and a gray-clothed little guy rushed in and said, "Lender, the fat sheep you want me to keep an eye on, he reported a game today and transferred himself to the fourth level."

When Fan Yan heard this, he immediately sat up straight from the chair and said with a smile: "Tell the target, hug a little bit, winning is not the goal, I want to know his true roots"

The sweaty little guy who ran away hesitated slightly: "Lender, you better take a look at the gambling book he left first."

Fan Yan took the mirage bead handed over by the little servant, and sensed the information in it with his divine thoughts, but he was stunned: "Why did Wuxian estimate his three tricks so high?" ”

The little guy shook his head blankly.

Fan Yan groaned slightly, and said: "You go and tell that sword cultivator, if you think he is difficult to deal with on the field, you will do your best to fight, but you can only draw or lose, and you must not win."

"Huh?" The little guy was stunned: "Why?" ”

Fan Yan sneered: "What do you know, I want to put a long line to catch a big fish"

The little guy nodded hurriedly, didn't dare to say more, and ran downstairs like a smoke.

Fan Yan wiped the corners of his mouth, smiled proudly, and said to himself: "Xiao Ye, Xiao Ye, let me see how many catties you have."

……

The night was thick, the people in the Wuji Palace were boiling, and with the sound of the three-way gong, the gambling fight officially began.

Among today's targets, there was a swordsman whose strength was close to the Six Realms that was particularly eye-catching, and when he jumped into the ring, the audience immediately burst into cheers.

The spectators were already a little impatient, but instead of cheering for the man, they shouted "death match" and the like.

The opponent on Yeyu's side was a yellow-faced Taoist priest of medium stature, with low eyebrows and drooping eyes.

According to the rules of Wuji Palace, the dealer can use his own blade, but Ye Yan didn't want to take advantage of his opponent in the blade, so he just picked a long sword from the weapon rack.

The two sides didn't know each other, so there was no communication, just a horizontal sword on the chest, a bow on the chin, and the word "please" to each other.

But neither of them made the first move, but circled around the circular ring for half a circle.

Some spectators on the stage around are also paying attention to this, most of them want to see what the mystery of the "Cangji Sword Book" is a trick.

The yellow-faced Taoist priest wearing a thin green shirt stepped into the Northeast Gen Position, and his body suddenly shook, like a fresh wind, dragging a phantom in the air and rushing towards the night.

In the next moment, in the exclamation of the audience, he had swung his sword and slashed out.

Ye Yu unusually simple raised his sword to greet him.

The two swords collided without any fancy touch.

There was a loud roar, sparks splashed everywhere, and the arc light was dazzling.

In the first move, both of them just wanted to test each other's roots first, and they both swept out with a touch.

Seeing that the young man's "willow comes down" light body method is very good, he decided to strike first.

The young man shook his waist, which had been tense, and suddenly emitted a burst of qi vibrations unique to the cultivators of the Four Realms, like a rushing river, and instantly took seven steps forward, one step bigger and bigger, like the Big Dipper, and cut diagonally towards the scholar who was still flying backwards.

The long sword with only simple runes on the body of the sword stabbed straight out of his hand, and under the surging of the true yuan, the blade of the sword suddenly brightened like a cold star.

With a slight shock of his wrist, the long sword shook like a swift wind and grass, connecting and outlining several white runes in the air, and the book became a word "rain".

There was a sudden breeze in the ring.

Countless heaven and earth vitality as thin as gossamer surged towards the front of the long sword blade, converging into a mist.

Ye Yu swung his sword horizontally, and the mist instantly turned into rain threads, shooting forward.

A ray of rain is a wisp of sword qi, and when thousands of them are gathered together, it is like a chaotic arrow, and there is no way to avoid it.