"No, Brother Cui should invite me first.

Please show Brother Cui your sword."

The lotus-footed layman put his hands together and bowed slightly, never failing in his etiquette.

"What weapons do you plan to use?"

After all, Cui Yu is unwilling to take advantage of others.

If the opponent is empty-handed, even if his fist and kick skills are only ordinary, he will not be willing to draw his sword to fight the enemy.

The lotus-footed layman knew her thoughts and laughed loudly and said,

"Family-inherited martial arts are difficult to achieve elegance.

The magical power of white lotus to protect the body needs to be drawn from the energy of heaven and earth, not from external objects.

When a poor man takes off his shoes, he has already laid out his weapons.

So Brother Cui’s use of the sword does not count as taking advantage of Pindao.”

Cui Yu looked at the feet of the lotus-footed layman, who were as white as jade, and thought of the legend of the white-footed master, and he believed it in his heart.

Although he follows rules, he is not pedantic.

If Master Lotus Foot really gets the true inheritance from Master White Foot, then he may not be able to hurt the opponent even if he has a sword in his hand.

"This is tyranny.

I have fought several battles just now, so if I take the lead now, I will not take advantage of the lay people."

Cui Yu held the long sword in his hand and first held a sword flower in his hand to show his salute.

"Okay, please!"

Following the response from Layman Lotus Foot, Cui Yu's sword was like a flying shuttle, weaving a curtain of light.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Qingyun looked at it and clapped his hands frequently.

The descendants of the Cui family branch are really good,

One hand of Tan Sect swordsmanship, mastering the essence of the sword technique in its ups and downs, instantly suppressed all the counterattacks of Layman Lotus Foot.

Yin Seke snorted coldly,

"That Taoist priest was so boastful, I thought he was very capable.

That’s it?!

Obviously he is no match for Master Cui."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple.

The white-footed monks of those days were not vegetarians."

After all, Zong Luoyun is older and has a deeper impression of the legends of the past.

Faced with Cui Yu's violent storm, Master Lotus Foot always smiled and dodged calmly.

Seventeen swords.

After seventeen sword strikes, Cui Yu's movements finally slowed down.

This so-called slowness is just a subtle difference between a cheetah and an antelope.

But that small difference can be enough to determine life or death, victory or defeat.

The lotus-footed layman suddenly raised his feet,

His feet are delicate, smooth, flawless, and look like heavenly feet.

This kick gently pops out, and it actually has an alluring flavor.

If the person who kicked this kick was not a man, not such a Buddhist layman,

Perhaps there really is no such man who can resist such a showy charm.

Cui Yu didn't know if he was also affected by this, but the long sword that looked like a swimming dragon seemed to be still in front of this foot.

Everyone under the ring looked at Qing Chu and it was clear,

The two longest toes of the jade feet were pointed towards the edge of the sword like a flower.

Cui Yu's forehead was already sweating. Of course he knew that his sword did not stop moving, but the speed was much slower than the opponent's kick.

The lotus-footed layman surrendered seventeen swords in a row, and he only managed to defend this flaw.

Once activated, it is faster than a snap of a finger, faster than an instant, and can only be used to plan life and death.

(Note: Moment, a Buddhist term. A snap of the fingers is sixty moments, and there are nine hundred births and deaths in one moment. The birth and death are short-lived, and everything is empty.)

But is Cui Yu a person who is manipulated by others?

Although he didn't have time to draw his sword, he responded faster and more conveniently. He twisted his wrist and turned the sword's edge sideways. Let's see how flexible your hooves are. Can you really use your fingers like an arm?

Yes, it really works!

Layman Lianzu rolled his ankles, his toes remained unchanged, and he still pecked the sword in Cui Yu's hand.

Cui Yuxin said it just right, put the hilt of the sword on his waist, clasped his hands, and slashed with all his strength!

This cut takes advantage of the leverage and has the power to level mountains and level them.

The swords of the Cui family are naturally not made of ordinary iron or inferior steel. If it is cut by a sword, I am afraid that the metal and stone will not be safe.

No matter how fast Master Lotus Foot is, it is too late to hide now.

Many people in the audience exclaimed,

Such a pair of natural feet that are as perfect as handicrafts, even if there is a little scar, it will be a pity, let alone this sword...

The sword light penetrated the white jade foot, making no sound and no blood.

The blade of the sword is between the two toes and cannot go any further.

Cui Yu clearly felt that the sword had hit him, but it was like beating a piece of leather, and the edge of the sword was completely removed.

He wanted to put away the sword, but the sword seemed to be clamped by iron pincers and could not move at all.

The lotus-footed layman clamped the sword's edge with his right foot, and was left standing on only one left foot.

With a thought in his mind, Cui Yu didn't rush to draw his sword. Using his strength, he swept the opponent's leg straight to the left ankle of the opponent.

Layman Lotus Foot couldn't avoid it, so he simply didn't avoid it and resisted the kick forcefully.

Cui Yu only felt that he had kicked the stone pillar. The harder he used it, the more painful it was.

He had just used all his strength with this kick, but now his whole right foot had been shaken to the point of feeling stuffy and painful, and his hand was unconsciously loosened.

The lotus-footed layman gently lifted the toes of his right foot, and Cui Yu's sword was snatched between his toes.

He picked up the sword, handed the hilt to Cui Yu again, and said,

"Concession."

Cui Yu is a man who understands propriety very well. If he loses, he loses.

He took the sword and bowed, jumped off the ring, squeezed into the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

Yin Seke didn't seem to understand the whole process of Master Lotus Foot's comeback.

Just now, Cui Yu's seventeen swords were so powerful that they overwhelmed his opponent without any power to fight back.

Why did the situation suddenly change and someone snatched the sword away with his feet?

"How did he do this?"

Although Qingyun could see every move clearly, if you asked him to explain the cause and effect of the fight, he would definitely be as confused as Yin Seke.

"The magical power of white lotus to protect the body,

It is an internal body-protecting magical skill that is more mysterious than the golden bell cover, iron cloth shirt, or the practice of the Thirteen Taibao.

It is difficult for a sword to attack the whole body. The most magical thing is the pair of white lotus feet.

It is said to be able to ward off water, fire, and swords, and is as solid as jade or diamond.

I had only heard about it before, but I didn’t expect to actually encounter it today.

This amazing skill has been passed down to the world, but it has always been so low-key.

This Qinghe Zhang family is not simple."

Zong Luoyun sighed from the side.

Qingyun casually responded a few times.

In fact, his current mind is not on winning or losing here.

He just wanted to know whether the Miss Wang family would come back to power after Cui Yu's defeat.

Defeating Cui Yu can challenge Miss Wang. After all, this was a rule set by Cui Yu based on wishful thinking. Obviously he did not consider that he would lose at the time.
To be continued...