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

It wasn't until Chen Fei turned around to come back that Qiu Rufeng and Qiu Tong were the first to come to their senses at the Qiuhu Martial Arts School and burst into violent cheers.

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

"Brother Chen, well done, you won."

"Haha, we won."

The cheers of the two people made other people in Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall come back to their senses and look at Chen Fei one after another. However, their eyes were a little complicated and they didn't know what to say for a moment.

On the other side of Nanshan Academy next door, Mo Hao, who was shaking his folding fan with a proud look on his face and preparing to watch Chen Fei being severely punished, saw this scene and his face darkened, his expression very ugly.

He put down the folding fan, clenched his fist, glanced at Zheng Yun who was lying on the ground, waved his hand and said, "Bring this person back."

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

Mo Hao didn't look at Zheng Yun, but stared at Chen Fei in the field, and said: "I didn't expect you to hide something!"

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

"You!" Mo Hao was furious. He didn't expect that this kid would dare to challenge him in public.

However, he did not get carried away by his anger. Instead, he sneered and said, "Oh, you want to use provocation to make me fight you!"

Just now, he quickly ran through Chen Fei's thoughts in his mind.

If he, Mo Hao, takes action next time and wins, Chen Fei can boast that he was defeated by Mo Hao, the top master of Nanshan Academy.

If you lose accidentally, let alone the result. A registered disciple of Qiuhu Martial Arts School actually defeated the top master of Nanshan Academy. It is self-evident how big the public opinion will be.

Therefore, no matter whether he wins or loses, as long as he, Mo Hao, ends the game, the result can be said to be a loss.

After Mo Hao figured this out, he looked at Chen Fei with a sneer, as if he had seen through him, and said, "You are not qualified enough for me to do anything."

After saying that, Mo Hao turned to look at the direct disciples behind him, "Zheng Yun was careless just now. Does any of you want to go out and compete with him?"

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

"Senior Brother Mo, it's me who should do it!"

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

"Senior Brother Mo, I understand!" The man named Fu Biao stepped into the competition venue.

On the other side, when everyone at the Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall saw Fu Biao's end, Qiu Rufeng's expression that had been excited just now suddenly became worried.

"No, this Fu Biao is even more powerful than Zheng Yun just now. I'm afraid Chen Fei is in danger."

Around him, disciples from other martial arts schools were also discussing.

"I remember that this Fu Biao is also at the sixth level of the Spark Realm."

"Yes. However, the martial arts he and Zheng Yun practiced were in completely different directions. Although they were both five-star martial arts. But Zheng Yun's 'Autumn Wind Dance' martial arts focused on erratic agility. And Fu Biao's 'Luo Qianjun' martial arts had the main characteristics It’s thick and fierce.”

"Just now, Chen Fei unexpectedly defeated Zheng Yun with the six-fold red flame fist. But the same six-fold red flame fist may not be effective against Fu Biao."

"And, did you notice one thing? When Zheng Yun attacked just now, he did not use weapons, but fought with bare hands. Therefore, his Qiu Feng Dance martial arts was not fully utilized. After all, it was originally a sword technique. And Chen Fei's Red Flame Fist doesn't use weapons, so it naturally takes advantage."

"That's right. If you don't tell me, I haven't noticed it. If that's the case, then the victory just now was a coincidence caused by a combination of various factors."

"Yeah, don't talk about Fu Biao. If Zheng Yun, who is intact, is allowed to use his weapon to fight again, the winning rate will be over 90%."

………

Everyone talked about it and finally came to a common conclusion. It can be said that Chen Fei's competition is definitely lost.

Qiu Rufeng also looked worried and uneasy, and could hardly help but call Chen Fei up.

In the competition venue at this moment, Fu Biao took the initiative to say to Chen Fei: "I major in swordsmanship. Brother Chen, you don't mind if I choose a sword, right?"

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

Upon hearing this, Qiu Tong became angry and almost cursed: "Fu Biao, you still have no shame. A direct disciple bullies our registered disciples and uses weapons. It's so disrespectful of martial ethics."

"Brother Chen, don't promise him!"

In the field, Fu Biao naturally heard these words, but his expression did not change. Instead, he looked at Chen Fei with a smile: "What did Brother Chen say?"

He deliberately threw the words to Chen Fei and waited for him to make a decision.

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

If Chen Fei doesn't agree, then he doesn't care and competes with his bare hands. If he accidentally loses, he will have an excuse.

In short, with this sentence, he Fu Biao made himself invincible.

Chen Fei's eyes trembled slightly, and he naturally understood Fu Biao's little thoughts.

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

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

Then, he looked at Chen Fei and said, "Brother Chen, please?"

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

"Huh?" Fu Biao was startled, then laughed, "Brother Chen, have you thought it through? If you don't choose a weapon, if you lose then, brother Chen, don't say that I, Fu Biao, can't win with force!"

Chen Fei said lightly: "It's okay. You can't win!"

Fu Biao has always been mature and prudent, but when he heard Chen Fei's words, he couldn't help but his face trembled and anger surged in his eyes.

Everyone in Nanshan Academy had their eyes spitting fire, and they were extremely angry.

The disciples from other martial arts schools also suddenly became excited.

"That boy, are you so confident?"

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

"I'm still too young and have never seen a real master."

………

The third senior brother who had just shut up and said nothing now started to feel strange and angry again.

"You are so arrogant after winning a match by luck. Such a person will really ruin the reputation of our Qiuhu Martial Arts School."

Hearing this, Qiu Rufeng frowned, her pretty face displeased.

Qiu Tong, who was on the side, couldn't help it anymore and directly attacked him, "Third senior brother, at first I said that Brother Chen didn't dare to compete, and it was you who disgraced the martial arts hall."

"Now, Brother Chen has competed in the competition and even won one. You still say that he is embarrassed. So, how can you not be embarrassed?"

"If I remember correctly, Third Senior Brother, you and the people from Nanshan Academy will win less and lose more. This is not as good as Brother Chen!"

After these words, the third senior brother's face turned red and he looked very embarrassed.

He wanted to retort loudly, but he couldn't because Qiu Tong told the truth.

In the end, he could only wave his sleeves and said angrily: "I am a direct disciple, but you can't even teach a named disciple a few words?"

"You——" Qiu Tong still wanted to fight back.

But Qiu Rufeng on the side held him back.

Senior Brother Tang Heng on the other side also winked at Third Senior Brother and told him to shut up.
Chapter completed!