Rejuvenation

The scene was silent, and everyone was dumbfounded when they watched this scene.

It wasn't until Chen Fei turned around to come back that Qiu Rufeng and Qiu Tong took the lead to recover from the Qiuhu Martial Arts Center, and there was a burst of violent cheers.

"I won, I won, it's amazing."

"Brother Chen, great, you won."

"Haha, we won."

The cheers of the two made the other people in the Qiuhu martial arts hall come back to their senses and looked at Chen Fei one after another, but their eyes were a bit complicated, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

At the Nanshan Academy next door, Mo Hao, who had originally shook his folding fan and was about to see Chen Fei being severely taught him, sank his face and his expression was very ugly.

He put down the folding fan, made a fist, glanced at Zheng Yun who was lying on the ground, and waved his hand: "Bring the man back."

Immediately, a disciple from the college entered the venue and helped Zheng Yun back.

Mo Hao didn't look at Zheng Yun more, but stared at Chen Fei in the court, and said, "Unexpectedly, you hid a hand!"

Chen Fei did not avoid Mo Hao's gaze, looked at Mo Hao, and said loudly: "Young Master Mo also wants to end the competition?"

"you!"

Mo Hao was furious, but he didn't expect that this kid would dare to provoke himself in public.

However, he did not get dazzled by the anger, but sneered: "Heh, I want to use the aggressive approach, let me end the game and do it with you!"

He quickly calculated Chen Fei's thoughts in his mind just now.

If he Mo Hao made a final shot, Chen Fei would be able to brag about it, saying that he would be defeated by Mo Hao, the number one master of Nanshan Academy.

If you lose accidentally, then the result is even worse.

It is self-evident that a named disciple of the Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall defeated the number one master of Nanshan Academy.

Therefore, no matter whether he wins or loses, as long as he Mo Hao is off, the result can be said to be a loser.

Mo Hao figured this out, so he looked at Chen Fei with a sneer, seeing him thoroughly, and said, "You are not qualified to let me do it."

After finishing speaking, Mo Hao turned to look at the personal disciples behind him, "Zheng Yun was careless just now, who of you wants to end the game and compete with him."

Several people glanced at each other, and finally a burly man stood up.

"Senior Brother Mo, let me come!"

Mo Hao nodded slightly and said, "Fu Biao, don't let me down anymore."

"Senior Brother Mo, I understand!"

This man named Fu Biao stepped into the competition arena.

On the other side, everyone in the Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall, seeing this Fu Biao's end, Qiu Rufeng's expression of excitement just now became worried again.

"No, this Fu Biao is stronger than Zheng Yun just now.

Chen Fei is probably in danger. "

Around, the disciples of other martial arts halls also started to discuss at this moment.

"I remember, this Fu Biao is also the sixth layer of the Starfire Realm."

"right.

However, the martial arts he and Zheng Yun practiced are not in the same direction at all, although they are both five-star martial arts.

However, Zheng Yun's "Autumn Wind Dance" martial arts, the main feature is erratic and agile.

The main characteristic of Fu Biao's martial art of "Looping Qianjun" is thick and fierce. "

"Just now, Chen Fei unexpectedly defeated Zheng Yun with six red flame fists.

But the same six-fold Red Flame Fist was not necessarily effective against Fu Biao. "

"Besides, have you noticed one thing! When Zheng Yun shot just now, he didn't use weapons, but fought with his bare hands.

Therefore, his autumn wind dance martial arts has not been fully utilized.

After all, it was originally a swordsmanship.

As for Chen Fei's Chi Yan Fist, he didn't need weapons, so he took advantage of it. "

"Yeah, don't you say I haven't noticed yet.

If this is the case, then the victory just now was a coincidence based on a combination of various factors. "

"Yeah, don't talk about Fu Biao.

If Zheng Yun, who was intact, used a weapon to shoot, he would have a winning rate of over 90%. "

… Everyone talked a lot, and in the end they almost came to a common conclusion that Chen Fei’s test could be said to have been lost.

Qiu Rufeng also sounded anxious, and could hardly help calling Chen Fei up.

In the competition field at this moment, Fu Biao took the initiative to say to Chen Fei: "I am majoring in swordsmanship. Brother Chen doesn't mind if I choose a sword?"

"Of course, Brother Chen, you can also choose the weapon you want."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Tong suddenly became angry and almost cursed his mother: "Fu Biao, you have to be shameless.

A direct disciple bullied our named disciple, and even used weapons, which is too ignorant of martial arts. "

"Brother Chen, don't promise him!"

In the field, Fu Biao naturally heard these words, but he didn't change his face. Instead, he smiled and looked at Chen Fei: "What did Brother Chen say?"

He deliberately threw the words to Chen Fei, waiting for him to make a decision.

This is also a small trick. If Chen Fei agrees to choose a weapon, it will naturally be more beneficial to Fu Biao.

If Chen Fei didn't agree, then he didn't care and tried empty-handed.

If you accidentally lose at that time, there will be excuses.

In short, with such a sentence, he Fu Biao has established himself in an invincible position.

Chen Fei's eyes trembled slightly, and he naturally understood Fu Biao's careful thinking.

However, he didn't care about it at all, waved his hand and said, "Please."

Hearing this, Fu Biao smiled, then went to the side to choose a black epee, played with it in his hand, and became familiar with it.

Then, looking at Chen Fei, "Brother Chen, please?"

Chen Fei waved his hand and said, "I don't need it anymore."

"Uh?"

Fu Biao was startled, and then smiled, "Brother Chen, can you think about it clearly?

Don't choose weapons. If you lose at that time, Brother Chen can't say that I can't win by Fu Biao! "

Chen Fei said lightly: "It's okay.

You can't win! "

Fu Biao has always been old and serious, but at the moment when he heard Chen Fei's words, his face trembled and his eyes were full of anger.

Everyone in Nanshan Academy was full of anger, breathing fire with their eyes.

The disciples in other martial arts gyms also burst into excitement.

"That kid, are you so confident?"

"He wouldn't think that Fu Biao is the same as Zheng Yun!"

"It's still too tender, I haven't seen a real master."

……… The third brother who just shut up and said nothing, at this moment, the yin and yang are starting to be strange again.

"It was so arrogant to win one by fluke.

Such a person really ruined my reputation of the Qiuhu Martial Arts Center. "

Upon hearing this, Qiu Rufeng frowned, her pretty face unhappy.

Qiu Tong, who was on the side, couldn't help it anymore, and stunned, "Senior Brother, at first, I said that Brother Chen didn't dare to compete. It was you who lost the face of the martial arts hall."

"Now, Brother Chen has finished the competition and even won one game. You said he was embarrassed. Then you say, how can you not be ashamed?"

"If I remember correctly, Brother San you and the people from Nanshan Academy will have more wins than losses, right?

This is not as good as Brother Chen! "

With these words, the stunned Senior Brother San's complexion flushed, and his expression was very embarrassing.

He wanted to refute, but couldn't speak because Qiu Tong was telling the truth.

In the end, he could only flick his sleeves, and said angrily: "I passed on the disciple in person, and I won't be able to teach a named disciple a few words?"

"You--" Qiu Tong still wanted to pass.

But Qiu Rufeng on the side caught him.

The senior brother Tang Heng on the other side also winked at the third senior brother and told him to shut up.

At this moment, on the competition field, Fu Biao is holding an epee, and Chen Fei is standing opposite each other with his bare hands.