Coins were continuously thrown into the iron basin, making a crisp and sweet sound, but the wooden basin beside it was always empty.

Someone shouted: "Why bet on this? No one is betting on that kid!"

"Everyone, let's do this. If the boy can survive ten moves under the hero, the bet will be on the wooden basin, and the others will bet on the iron basin. If the boy surrenders and surrenders within ten moves, the bet on the iron basin will also be counted as a win."

The innkeeper said while rubbing his hands.

Upon hearing this, everyone found that the rules set by the shopkeeper were indeed reasonable, but even so, they were still hesitant about whether Yao Shiqi could survive ten moves.

Seeing that the iron basin was about to be full of copper coins, a few of them planned to take a chance. The brave guys looked at the wooden basin eager to try. Just as they were hesitant to decide, they suddenly heard a "dong" sound, and there was a lot of money in the wooden basin.

I picked up a small piece of broken silver.

"Senior brother! I'm optimistic about you! Whether junior sister will get rich depends on you!" Xi Lingyue waved her hands and jumped up and down, wholeheartedly assuming the role of "innocent little junior sister".

Yu Shiqi sighed and said to himself, Yue'er, you are really a master who just enjoys the excitement and doesn't take things too seriously.

After Xilingyue bet a piece of broken silver, a few bold people finally followed suit and bet the money in the wooden basin. The innkeeper quickly calculated the odds on both sides, while the waiter was helping to shout: "Is there any more?"

People want to place bets, hurry up! The market is about to be closed!"

"Wait a minute!" the shopkeeper suddenly put down his abacus and shouted, took out two slings of copper coins from the cash box and threw them into the tub, "I'll also help everyone to add some luck!"

When the bet was almost done, the red-faced man clapped his hands, pointed at Yu Shiqi, and tilted his head toward the door.

"That... hero..." Yu Shiqi smiled bitterly at the red-faced man, "It's almost dark, forget it."

"It can't count!" The red-faced man grabbed Yu Shiqi's shoulders and pushed him away, and at the same time said earnestly: "Boy, I tell you, as a martial arts practitioner, you must not be timid when walking in the world, and you must dare to take on challenges.

If Fang Fang loses, it’s called losing even though it’s an honor. But if you give in, you’ll be looked down upon by others! If you don’t even dare to draw your sword, why are you carrying it on your back?”

Yu Shiqi was forcibly pushed out by him, still trying to persuade the other party to stop fighting: "We, the martial arts practitioners, draw our swords to help those in danger and help those in distress. Only when we are chivalrous, how can we be considered a hero if we are brave and fight ruthlessly? With this

If you have to draw your sword and fight with others, what is the difference between having learned martial arts and relying on them to bully the weak?"

"Grandma, how can you come up with so many stupid truths? Today I will teach you the hardest truth in the world!"

Arriving at the open space in front of the inn, the red-faced man pushed Yu Shiqi aside, then pulled out the knife and held it in his hand.

The guests in the inn, together with the shopkeeper and the waiters, all came out in a swarm, and Xi Lingyue was among them. She raised her little fist and shouted softly: "Senior brother, senior brother! Don't let me lose money!"

Yu Shiqi frowned and looked at the red-faced man opposite him. He had no choice but to pull out the autumn leaves and put on a casual posture.

"Look at the knife!" the opponent yelled, and lunged forward with the knife in both hands, making a chopping motion as if someone was visiting someone's door to pay New Year's greetings in the first month of the year.

Yu Shiqi ducked to the side, and the red-faced man's sword flew away.

"One move! Senior brother hid well, beat him quickly!" Xilingyue shouted.

As soon as the opponent came up to attack, he used too much force and did not predict Yu Shiqi's dodge at all. After being dodged by him, his back was immediately full of flaws. Yu Shiqi looked at the man's defenseless back and hesitated.

After hesitating for a few breaths, the other party turned around and struck with another New Year's Sword technique.

Yu Shiqi jumped back and crouched down, just out of the threatening range of the knife. The blade was only a few inches away from his body, and it struck the snow again.

"Two moves! Hero, where is your sword energy?" Xilingyue tried her best to dismantle him.

The red-faced man slashed twice in succession. He was panting on the spot. He glared at Yu Shiqi and cursed: "You kid who is a loach, don't run away if you have the guts!"

He cursed and cursed, but this time he did not rush out with the knife. Yu Shiqi dodged from the knife twice in a row, which made the man slightly suspicious. He observed Yu Shiqi carefully, trying to see something.

What kind of doorway is there?

"Go on, why don't you fight?"

"That's right, hero, put him down quickly!"

The red-faced man shook his head and roared at the crowd: "Why are you making any noise! ​​Shut up!"

Xilingyue helped in a neutral tone: "Everyone, please be quiet, don't make a big impact - show your strength."

"Hmph!" The red-faced man suddenly took a step forward and swept the ghost-headed knife from the ground towards Yu Shiqi's legs.

Yu Shiqi saw his movements clearly, and finally resisted the urge in his heart to use Vajra Bodhisattva's foot to break his lower body, and jumped slightly to let the blade sweep from underneath him.

Standing in the air, looking at the bewildered look of the red-faced man below, Yu Shiqi threw out the autumn leaves in his hand, imitating the roundabout return to swallow that Zhong Ling had abandoned.

The bladeless sword spun around and turned into a disc. It hit the big knife in the man's hand without any bias and bounced back immediately. He pretended that he couldn't catch it and let the sword fly over his shoulder and land on the ground behind him.

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The red-faced man was originally shocked by Yu Shiqi's movement of throwing the sword out of the air. He had never seen such a skill, let alone dealt with it. But in the next moment, the spinning sword flying disc was accurately blocked by his own sword.

He went back, and the kid hadn't caught it yet, which immediately gave him renewed confidence.

"Take it! Take it, take it, take it!" He yelled to increase his momentum. The red-faced man rushed forward and performed another set of smooth New Year's knife skills. The big knife made dents on the ground.

The unarmed Yu Shiqi had to pay attention to keeping the distance between each other while retreating. Otherwise, if he retreated too far at one time, he would not be able to let the opponent perform continuous slashing moves.

Xi Lingyue looked at him trying to cooperate with the other party's performance and couldn't help laughing.

"Ten moves!" While she was laughing, she did not forget to count the moves both sides had made.

The red-faced man was sweating profusely, wondering why the ten moves were over so quickly. He obviously had no contact with the boy. The crowd of onlookers was disappointed for a while. Most of them had placed bets on the iron basin at the beginning.

, now losing money is a foregone conclusion, but they still hope that the red-faced hero can defeat Yu Shiqi.

After all, Yu Shiqi was dodging and evading from the beginning to the end, and the only time he fought back was when he made a fool of himself. From this, the onlookers concluded that he knew he was no match for the red-faced man, so he took opportunistic measures to delay time.

While dodging, he happened to retreat to the side of the fallen autumn leaves. Yu Shiqi drew his sword smoothly, thinking in his mind that Yue'er had already won the money anyway, so it was not in vain that he had worked so hard to perform, but how should this situation end now?

Woolen cloth?

You can't show your real skills now and knock that guy down with one move, right? Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he was pretending to be cowardly at the beginning. How should those friends who lost money feel?

Sigh... Yu Shiqi sighed secretly, and stopped avoiding, but swung his sword to hit the opponent's sword.

He deliberately controlled his strength, and at the moment when the swords struck each other, he quietly let go, making it look like the sword was knocked away by the opponent. Then he slipped and fell to the ground, holding his head in his hands and admitting defeat, begging for mercy: "No fight, no fight.

I give up! I give up!"

The red-faced man held the knife with a dull pain in his mouth. He was stunned when he suddenly heard that Yu Shiqi had admitted defeat. However, he quickly used a beautiful knife trick to lift the knife and said proudly: "You can hold on like this under my uncle's hands."

Jiu, you’re not bad at all!”

The crowd of onlookers could not accept this result for a while, and many people looked frustrated and let out complaints and sighs.

Xilingyue stepped forward and pulled Yu Shiqi up from the ground, patted the dust and snow foam on his clothes, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, senior brother."

Then, before Yu Shiqi went to pick up Qiu Ye, she happily ran to the shopkeeper to settle the money she won from gambling. She seemed to be deeply attracted to the role of "money-crazed junior sister"...

Yu Shiqi put Qiu Ye back into the scabbard. As soon as he returned to the inn, he heard a red-faced man shouting from inside: "Hey! Boy, come here."
Chapter completed!