Rejuvenation

On both sides of the ring, Mo Ziyi, Mo Hao and other people from Nanshan Academy stood on one side.

On the other side, Qiu Beifeng led the Qiuhu martial arts hall.

Mo Hao directly boarded the ring, looked around for a week, and then said loudly: "My Nanshan Academy, Mo Hao, I heard that the Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall is strong, and I am here to ask for advice today, hoping that the rumors are true."

As soon as this remark came out, many of the disciples of the Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall at the scene looked ugly.

"This Mo Hao is too arrogant.

This clearly shows that I look down on my Qiuhu Wushu Hall. "

"City Lord Qiu and Curator Qiu are both here. He is so proud in front of his elders. He must teach him a lesson."

"That's right, otherwise, how will I get involved in Shuanglin City from the autumn lake martial arts hall!"

…The onlookers of the Qiuhu martial arts hall disciples can be described as passionate, but at the moment the disciples who are directly passed on, their faces are a little ugly.

Qiu Jinhu glanced at a few direct disciples and asked aloud: "Which one of you wants to come."

Facing the curator’s question, several direct disciples either bowed their heads and said nothing, or turned their heads away from Qiu Jinhu's eyes.

Obviously, none of them had the confidence to fight against Mo Hao, and they didn't want to get hurt and lose face on stage.

Seeing this situation, Qiu Jinhu's eyes showed disappointment, and then he looked at Tang Heng and said, "Xiao Tang, or else, you—" It's just that he hasn't finished speaking.

Teacher Bai on the side stood up and said, "Director, Tang Heng may not be on stage today."

"What's wrong?"

Qiu Jinhu asked.

Teacher Bai explained: "A few days ago, Tang Heng wanted to hit the Ninth Stage of the Starfire Realm, but he tried too hard and suffered some internal injuries, but he has not healed yet."

"Now let him take the stage to compete, let alone the outcome, Xiao Tang's injury will definitely get worse.

Therefore, Xiao Tang couldn't make it. "

After listening to the explanation, Qiu Jinhu frowned immediately and couldn't help but glance at Tang Heng a few times, as if he wanted to confirm whether he was injured or not.

The gazes of other people also followed Tang Heng.

Tang Heng bowed his hand and said apologetically: "Chairman, teachers, fellow juniors and sisters, I'm really sorry, I'm not good, I didn't expect to encounter such a thing."

"But, if Big Brother can't make it, then who else is Mo Hao's opponent!"

For a while, everyone became anxious and helpless.

Qiu Jinhu frowned, feeling a bit tricky.

And Mo Hao in the ring seized this opportunity and deliberately said, "I heard that there are many disciples in the Qiuhu martial arts hall, and their strength is very good.

I really want to learn something. "

These words were obviously urging the other party and sent someone to the stage as soon as possible.

As a result, the following discussion became more noisy.

"what happened?

No one is on stage yet. "

"Yeah, why didn't Tang Heng, senior brother, come, he is the first of our disciples in the Qiuhu martial arts hall!"

"It looks like something went wrong, I can't get it!"

"No, I was knocked on the door, but no one dared to come on stage.

This is shameful. "

"These direct disciples usually enjoy the treatment of a higher level, but now the martial arts are in trouble, but they all become turtles, which is ridiculous."

"Tang Heng can't get on, are the others dead?"

... Seeing that the situation is getting more and more unfavorable, Chen Fei sighed lightly, stepped out of his right leg, ready to stand up.

After all, Mo Hao's challenge itself was directed at him.

That being the case, it is a good choice for Chen Fei to take the stage personally.

However, just when Chen Fei was about to step out, the second senior brother Jiang Feihu took a step forward, popped out, and said loudly, "I'm coming!"

"Flying Tiger!"

Curator Qiu and all the teachers came over at the same time.

Chen Fei was also stunned, and then whispered to Jiang Feihu: "Second brother, that Mo Hao is for me, I—" Before Chen Fei finished speaking, Jiang Feihu smiled and waved his hand: "Senior Brother Chen, no need said.

I wanted to compete with Mo Hao a long time ago, but I haven't found an opportunity. Today is a great opportunity, and I can't miss it. "

"Yes—" Chen Fei was a little worried.

Jiang Feihu said, "Why, don't you believe me, brother?"

Before Chen Fei spoke, Jiang Feihu had walked to the edge of the ring and turned to look at Qiu Jinhu, "Curator!"

Qiu Jinhu hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Flying Tiger, go on!"

"However, be careful and protect yourself, understand!"

As the curator, Qiu Jinhu certainly knows that Jiang Feihu's strength is also good, it can be said that he is second only to Tang Heng, and the strength gap is extremely small.

But after all, there is still a gap.

Tang Heng didn't have much chance of winning against Mo Hao.

It might be even more difficult for Jiang Feihu to make a move.

However, the matter has come to this point, and apart from Jiang Feihu, there is no other suitable candidate.

Therefore, Qiu Jinhu could only agree.

But Jiang Feihu got a response, smiled, nodded and said: "Don't worry, curator."

After speaking, he jumped onto the ring and arched his hands to Mo Hao: "Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall, Jiang Feihu, please enlighten me."

When Mo Hao saw this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said lightly: "It's you! I thought it was Brother Tang Heng Tang, I didn't expect—hey—forget it, it's okay!"

The tone of this regretful sigh, and the slightly raised corner of his mouth, made it clear that he looked down upon Jiang Feihu.

Jiang Feihu had a fiery temper, and was so despised by Mo Hao. He suddenly became angry, roared, and rushed up, "Then let me see the strength of the first person in Nanshan Academy!"

The roar was accompanied by violent vigor, and a gust of wind was set off, like a beast, pounced on.

Jiang Feihu himself is a monster beast, coupled with his hot temperament and fighting style, he has always been fierce, open and close, and explosive.

However, at this moment, Mo Hao, holding a folding fan, his expression indifferent, his steps lightly, while dodging Jiang Feihu's offensive, while dancing the folding fan to block Jiang Feihu's company.

Between "crackling", the two seemed to have gone through hundreds of moves.

The disciples onlookers were dazzled and excited.

"It's too strong, the second brother is too fierce, I see my blood boil."

"Then Mo Hao has been forced by the second senior brother to dodge defenses, we have the upper hand!"

"It seems that the first person in Nanshan Academy is nothing more than that! Our Qiuhu martial arts center does not need to make a move by the big brother Tang Heng, that's enough."

"Haha, after this time, our Qiuhu martial arts gym will become the first martial arts gym of Shuanglin City."

...Compared with the excitement and optimism of ordinary registered disciples, the expressions of the disciples and the deans of teaching curators are not so good-looking, and even more serious.

Because, they could tell, although the fighting on the ring looked lively.

Jiang Feihu seemed to force Mo Hao to retreat steadily.

But in fact, Jiang Feihu was able to attack Mo Hao almost a few times, and he didn't cause any harm at all.

On the contrary, it was Mo Hao, with a relaxed and complacent expression, obviously feeling that he still had more energy.