I know there is no need to persuade me. It seems that this addiction to games is not completely beneficial. At least I won’t be too entangled if I lose this competition, and I can also find new truths. If Yang Kang in the original plot also likes to play some games, he might not be so stubborn in the end.

But no matter how good the mentality is, if you lose, you will lose. Based on the principle that Sister Dongfang and Old Comrade Ouyang are not good at it, Ouyang Ke immediately stood up and said to Yimu Dao Ren with a confident face: "You have a rest first, and I will fight you later!"

Taoist Yimu is not the straight-tempered temper of the Fourth Master of Tiger. This vulgar Taoist is very good at taking advantage of all factors that are beneficial to him. He heard that Ouyang Ke asked him to rest, but he was not even polite. He immediately threw the peach wood sword to the ground, sat cross-legged and started to regulate his breathing. Ma Chunjiang, who was very familiar with his style, also hurriedly brought a pot of tea and took out a fan to cool the Taoist. At the same time, he looked at Ouyang Ke with an awkward gaze, as if he wanted to express his embarrassment. After all, the martial arts skills shown by our group were too high. As a martial arts figure who often showed his face, he had to be good for us.

Ouyang Ke didn't care. He nodded politely and stood there waiting for Taoist Yimu to regulate his breathing. I felt more at ease. According to the competition just now, Taoist Yimu was slightly stronger than Yang Kang and took advantage of the swordsmanship. However, Ouyang Ke was not a little bit more than Yang Kangqiang. In addition, after watching it for most of the day, he probably should have known how to deal with this swordsmanship, so he can stand there so leisurely waiting for the other party to recover.

For five minutes, Taoist Yimu finally stood up and still had a silly smile, but I could tell from his cautious actions that this guy looked like he was facing a great enemy, which was very different from the pure playful mentality he had when he dealt with Yang Kang just now.

Ouyang Ke started first without hesitation, and he brought his energy to his actions. I could even feel a gust of air flow around me. Others obviously realized this and looked at Ouyang Ke more and more surprised. You must know that this internal power has always been a legendary thing. Although I had instructed him not to use too strong internal power, even such a few simple strokes still shocked everyone and his expression became a little serious.

Taoist Yimu had changed from a wretched face to a bitter face. He probably didn't expect the other party to be so powerful. I guess he could see that Ouyang Ke was very skilled in martial arts, otherwise he wouldn't have been following Yang Kang. But he would never have thought that the other party had mastered such powerful internal skills. Even if he mastered the top internal sect like Wudang, he probably had never seen such skill that truly transformed Qigong. He was so panicked that he quickly danced the peach wood sword to the point of being so powerful that he couldn't even take care of the Bagua Step.

But even so, he still could not resist Ouyang Ke's attack. Although Yang Kang's attack speed was very fast, it was still a physical attack, which allowed him to follow. However, Ouyang Ke was not close to him at all, and relied on the energy he brought out from his every move. The Taoist Yimu knew where the other party was attacking, but he could not use his needle to stab it in and could not penetrate it. He remembered that sweat was flowing from his head.

After practicing martial arts to his level, he has become a bit of inseparable from the cold and heat. Just like Guo Jing and Yang Kang, but now he is sweating profusely and is clearly very tired. According to the martial arts novels, it is time to compete with others for internal strength and be at a disadvantage.

I am good at swinging belts and bricks. I don’t understand internal strength anyway, but I can see that the area that Yimu Taoist first drew with a peach wood sword is now being compressed inch by Ouyang Ke, which is only about 1.5 meters. If this trend continues, as long as the distance is less than 1.2 meters, Yimu Taoist will definitely fail.

The facts prove that I have been mingling with martial arts masters all day long, and my eyesight has increased. Not long after, the Taoist Yimu was basically unable to attack. The peach wood sword that was barely able to operate just now will be swayed by Ouyang Ke's energy emitted by the energy. He doesn't know what's wrong with it. Every time the sword blade is beaten, he will fight a cold war, and the movement is very large, looking like chicken feet crazy.

Others also saw that something was wrong. After all, Ouyang Ke has completely taken the upper hand now, and it was only a matter of time before Yimu Taoist failed. Ma Chunjiang saw that his senior brother was in a bad condition and shouted outside the circle: "That master, my senior brother has an epilepsy problem, which will occur from time to time. Please show mercy!"

Ouyang Ke probably thought it was a strange martial art at first, so he kept exploring it. After all, the toad skill he passed on from his family also looked like this. Now he heard that it was epilepsy, so he immediately jumped into the three inches in front of Yimu Taoist Man, interrupted the Taomu sword with his hand, and then hit the other party's chest with his elbow. Yimu Taoist Man screamed and stopped trembling. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and flew out almost three meters away, landing smoothly on the ground.

"Forget it, admit defeat!" Taoist Yimu was obviously also aware of the goods. He knew that this last blow would not only make him unable to resist, but also not hurt him, so he would definitely not be able to do it. Therefore, he admitted defeat very poorly.

However, the camouflage uniform of Qinghutang was still a little unwilling to give in: "Master, why don't you just persist for a while and you can't just give in!"

"What else can you do if you don't do this? Persistence, why don't you come up and persevere?" Taoist Yimu looked at the broken sword on the ground, and seemed a little lost, but finally sighed and said to the people in Qinghu Hall: "Okay, admit defeat. There are even more powerful masters over there, and you can't win!"

These words shocked everyone again. According to my understanding, what he said was Mr. Ouyang or Sister Dongfang, which means that this person has a good eye ability, but others don’t know that there are six people here. Guo Jing looks about the same age as Yang Kang, and his martial arts are probably the same. Ouyang Ke is too old and looks a little scared out of fear of the big shell hat. Sister Dongfang is far more like OL than a martial arts master. Who is this master? It’s just like someone who is...

The only master is me!

For a moment, everyone in Qinghu Hall turned their eyes to me with surprise, and the people on Jin Dasheng suddenly realized that even Jin Dasheng himself, who knew my background, was now looking at me with confusion. After all, I can command so many good players, and it is really unreasonable to be able to master martial arts. There is a hidden meaning of masters in it. Anyone who reads too many novels of B have this awareness. Often, the most unlikely guy is the most powerful master...

My image became tall and invisibly. I felt honored when I was beaten by me. I immediately stood behind me and played the role of a follower. The smug look on my face made me feel a little embarrassed.
Chapter completed!