For six consecutive games, the disciples of the Wei family were defeated one after another, and no one succeeded in attacking.
It was obviously a fight at the same level, but the disciples of the Fu family managed to crush them in all directions.
Whether it was physical skills, secret techniques, or simply a competition of strength, the disciples of the Wei family were almost overwhelmed and lost their temper.
If it's fast, it's two moves, if it's slow, it's ten moves.
The one who delayed the longest was Wei Yu, who had just been defeated and could barely hold on for thirteen moves.
If the rules were not up to the mark, he might not even have a chance to step off the ring.
The huge gap was unexpected by everyone in the Wei family present.
Naturally, this included the anxious Wei Yun, whose clear eyes had lost their former sparkle and looked a little dull.
She stood motionless in front of the crowd, like a puppet statue, with no energy at all.
"How could this be?"
In the open space outside, after taking in the scenery, Suning met the wine granny at some point.
The two of them stood side by side. The latter could not believe his own eyes. He was puzzled and said: "Young friend Yi, I don't understand, old lady. We are both at the twelfth level of martial arts. Why can't Wei Yan defeat Fuxiao?"
Eun?"
"Why did you fall into a disadvantage from the first move and was beaten so hard that you couldn't fight back?"
"Is there something wrong with my Wei family's basic cultivation techniques, or is the Fu family's secret technique more powerful?"
With the smell of alcohol in her mouth, the wine woman bowed and asked questions, smiling bitterly.
As a high-ranking housekeeper in the Wei family, she had special treatment that could not be respected by the clan leader.
However, facing Suning, who was at the 18th level of martial arts, she showed humility and respect from the inside out.
It’s okay if you don’t have to be humble. In martial arts, strength is the most important thing, regardless of age.
High is high, low is low.
Even if the realm is only one level lower, he is still a "junior" on the path of cultivation.
Being able to call Suning "Little Friend Yi" with the honor of Wei Yun is already a great honor for her.
"Those sixteen disciples of the Fu family have all used some weird magic to suppress their own realm. Not to mention that you can't detect it, even if Wei Changqun is here, he probably won't be able to see this tiny flaw."
"In other words, no one below the 18th level of martial arts can feel their spiritual power fluctuations that are inconsistent with their realm."
His mind wandered, and his eyes slowly returned.
Suning Gujing Wubo said with a calm face: "The spiritual power of a whole realm is circulating in the Dantian. The disciples of the Wei family have no intention of resisting except being beaten in embarrassment."
"Who's to blame?"
Raising her eyebrows, Suning pinched the quota token brought by Granny Jiu and said narrowly: "I only promised to help the Wei family tide over the difficulties, but I didn't say that I would personally do such small things."
"Just because you don't find it tiring, doesn't mean I don't find it troublesome."
Grandma Jiu turned around and bowed, and quickly apologized: "Little friend Yi, I hope you won't refuse for the sake of Yun'er saving your life. Apart from you, there is no one else available among the disciples of the Wei family this time."
"The Wei family has lost six of the nine-win gambling games out of sixteen. By the time we get to the ninth game, we really can't afford to lose and we can't lose."
Suning said playfully: "But I am not a disciple of the Wei family. If I come on stage rashly, I will definitely arouse the dissatisfaction of Mr. Fu, and it will not comply with the gambling rules set by both parties."
The wine woman said treacherously: "Who knows?"
"Young friend Yi, you are in the Wei family. The Wei family says you are, so you are."
Suning couldn't help but laugh, and simply said straight to the point: "Rather than winning this gambling battle, I want to take this opportunity to settle it once and for all."
"Eighteen people were killed in the Wei family. Their deaths were unclear. Do you think someone from the Fu family would come to spy on them secretly?"
"Who could be coming?"
"My cultivation level is low and I can't find any clues."
"Those with high cultivation levels must at least be able to hide from Patriarch Wei's mental perception."
"There are at most two such people in the Fu family. The current patriarch of the Fu family and the ancestor of the eighteenth level of the Fu family's martial arts."
Grandma Jiu was startled and breathed heavily: "Do you mean to lure the snake out of its hole?"
Suning asked back: "Isn't it bad?"
"It is easier to defeat them one by one than to wait for the Fulo and Luo families to join forces. It is actually the best policy."
As soon as he finished speaking, the seventh battle in the arena ended, ending with the defeat of the disciples of the Wei family.
Grandma Jiu smacked her lips and said worriedly: "Okay, okay, but do you want to inform the clan leader?"
"It's a very important matter, so you have to make arrangements in advance."
Suning clenched his fists and walked straight to the ring without missing a step.
In mid-air, only the remaining sound echoed in the ears of Granny Jiu: "I have the final say on this matter."
"boom."
Like a sudden thunder, Suning came on stage to challenge, and took advantage of the situation to throw away the quota token.
The eldest elder of the Fujian family brushed it off with indifference.
In his opinion, today's gambling battle is certain to be won by the Fu family, and no one can change the outcome.
At the same time, a disciple of the thirteenth level of the Fu family's martial arts flew through the air and quietly condensed in front of Suning.
"Fu Chunyang."
The sturdy young man with cold eyes introduced himself to his family, and then did not want to say a word more, waiting for the battle to begin.
"Wei is too fierce."
Suning casually made up a fake name, and did not forget to pretend to give it a fist.
"let's start."
Seeing that the two of them were ready, the first elder of the Fujia family immediately waved his hand.
