Rejuvenation

It seems that he heard the discussions around the ring, Mo Hao showed a smile on the corner of his mouth and said, "Enough is enough, it's time to end."

After speaking, his eyes suddenly sank, and the folding fan, which was folded up and not opened, suddenly slammed, spread the folding fan, and swung it forward at the same time.

One fan, howling wind! Jiang Feihu, who had been attacked from the front, was directly swayed by the gust of wind, and then he couldn't dodge, and his cheek was directly hit by the folding fan.

A majestic force instantly pulled the sturdy Jiang Feihu out of the ring, drawing an almost straight line in the air, smashing heavily on the wall of the martial arts hall, making a bang, and then sliding down. , and then the smashed courtyard wall masonry was buried in it.

Such a situation made everyone in the Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall quiet. The disciples who were still discussing heatedly just now looked in the direction of Jiang Feihu, dumbfounded.

They did not understand why the second senior brother Jiang Feihu, who had the upper hand just now, was suddenly defeated by Mo Hao so easily.

For a time, everyone was stunned, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, Mo Hao, with a confident smile on his face, looked around for a week, and finally looked in the direction of the curator Qiu Jinhu.

"Excuse me, Director Qiu, Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall, are there any other direct disciples?"

As soon as these words came out, the silent scene became lively.

Many Qiuhu Martial Arts disciples spoke up, some angry, some ashamed, and some helpless.

Even Qiu Jinhu seemed to have just recovered, and hurriedly sent someone to rescue Jiang Feihu.

After confirming that Jiang Feihu was not in danger, Qiu Jinhu breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was still rather ugly.

His mouth moved, wanting to say something, but his eyes fell on the remaining direct disciples, but he didn't know what to say.

Because, he is very familiar with the remaining disciples. Although their strength is good, they are all worse than Jiang Feihu, not to mention Mo Hao.

In desperation, Qiu Jinhu could only turn his attention to Tang Heng with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

However, Tang Heng lowered his head to avoid the curator's gaze without any response.

Seeing this, Qiu Jinhu's eyes showed a hint of disappointment, and he turned to look at his father Qiu Beifeng.

Qiu Beifeng's face was as deep as water, with no expression on his face. Seeing his son looking at him, he said lightly, "Since you lose, then admit that your skills are not as good as others, and then come down and practice hard. There's no shame in that."

Hearing his father's words, Qiu Jinhu breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt sad.

I felt that I had embarrassed my father and the entire Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall.

However, the matter has come to this point, there is no other way but to admit defeat.

Qiu Jinhu took a deep breath, looked at Mo Ziyi on the opposite side, and prepared to speak.

And at this critical moment, Fade Chen stepped forward and said, "Curator, let me try it."

"You—" Qiu Jinhu was surprised, then waved his hand, "Chen Fei, don't be impulsive."

In his opinion, although Chen Fei practiced very fast, his foundation was too weak after all, and he could not be Mo Hao's opponent now.

However, Mo Hao, who was opposite, was interested at the moment, stared at Fade Chen with squinted eyes, and then said, "Curator Qiu, since Junior Brother Chen has this idea, I just want to have a discussion with him. , why stop it."

Mo Ziyi also immediately said: "Brother Qiu, your disciples are so motivated.

It's not good for you, the master, to try to stop you. "

"You guys—" Qiu Jinhu glared at the two of them, ignored them, looked back at Fade Chen, and said solemnly, "Fade Chen, I understand your mood, but don't make a fool of yourself, the only thing you need to do now is to practice martial arts well. , to increase the strength.”

Fade Chen shook his head gently, jumped lightly, jumped directly onto the ring, and said to Qiu Jinhu at the same time: "Curator, I know you are concerned about me.

However, I know what I'm doing and I'm confident. "

"But—" Qiu Jinhu was still worried.

However, at this time, Qiu Beifeng stared at Chen Fei for a few seconds, and seemed to notice something vaguely. He grabbed his son and said, "Since he insists, let him go."

"There is no harm in sharpening the disciples a little more."

His father spoke up, and Qiu Jinhu no longer objected. He could only finally instruct Fade Chen: "Fade Chen, once he loses, he will immediately admit defeat, understand?"

"Ok!"

Chen Fei nodded, then turned around, looked at Mo Hao in the ring, and said lightly, "Please enlighten me!"

Mo Hao raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, squinted at Fade Chen, and deliberately lengthened his tone, "Of course, for you, I will definitely teach you some good advice."

Fade Chen didn't talk nonsense with him, he directly activated his vitality, urged "Red Flame Fist", and blasted towards Mo Hao.

"Nine-layer "Red Flame Fist", the power is good!"

Mo Hao commented, although the words were exaggerated, but his expression seemed dismissive.

After all, he already knew that Fade Chen had practiced the "Red Flame Fist" technique to the ninth level in the previous discussions in the Yixin Pavilion, and the power was good.

But in the final analysis, the "Red Flame Fist" exercise itself is only a commodity, and the level is too low, so practicing to the ninth level will not pose much threat to him Mo Hao.

"call!"

With this mentality, Mo Hao raised his right hand slightly, trying to use a folding fan to knock Fade Chen's fist into the air.

However, when his folding fan and Chen Fei's fist were bombarded together, an accident happened.

A strong and violent energy exploded directly, and the surging energy seemed to knock Mo Hao's folding fan into the air.

This kind of power has exceeded Mo Hao's expectations.

His complexion changed, he took a few steps back, then his face sank, and he snorted coldly: "I underestimate you."

"However, this is the end of it!"

While speaking, Mo Hao's vitality began to agitate, bursts of energy burst out, and the whole person's clothes fluttered, full of momentum.

This time, Mo Hao exploded at least 70% of his strength, ready to defeat Chen Fei with one move.

In this regard, Chen Fei was still indifferent, the Chi Yan Fist wrapped in nine layers of flames in his hand, like a roaring beast, charged towards Mo Hao.

"boom!"

Another crash, another loud bang.

A burst of vitality exploded in the arena, and the scattered vitality caused a gust of wind.

Mo Hao, who was going to win with one blow, was hit by this energy and took a few steps back. He almost didn't fall when he reached the edge of the ring.

On the contrary, Chen Fei, still standing in the same place, seems to be unaffected.

This situation made Mo Hao's face grim.

Originally, he was going to defeat Chen Fei easily, slap his face hard, and then show his strength in front of Qiu Rufeng.

In the end, he did not expect that, with two consecutive moves, he fell into a disadvantage.

This is absolutely intolerable to Mo Hao.

At this moment, he roared in the sky, the vitality of his body surged, and the momentum continued to rise, and finally reached the peak.