At this time, on Hidden Sword Peak.

Qi Wuhui, who returned to Hidden Sword Peak, finally woke up, but his face was not very good.

Qi Wuhui sat up from the bed with a livid face. When he thought of what had happened just now, anger surged into his heart.

"hateful!"

"Ye Qiu, you and I are at odds with each other."

He slapped the table next to him angrily, and with a bang, another innocent table was smashed to pieces.

Qi Wuhui didn't care at all. He adjusted his breathing on the bed for a while and finally regained his breath.

Outside the door, a group of disciples were nervous as they listened to the noise coming from inside.

They had been prepared for a while to bear Qi Wugui's wrath.

"Come in, everyone."

With an angry shout, the disciples outside crawled in, all looking very nervous.

"Hmph, you are a bunch of losers. Today I have embarrassed you all by hiding my face from Jianfeng."

"With this little ability, I act like I am the best in the world every day. I am arrogant and arrogant, and no one takes me seriously."

"Now, our Hidden Sword Peak has become the laughing stock of the entire sect. Are you happy?"

No one dared to answer the question. Seeing how useless they all were, Qi Wuhui became furious.

I am also teaching disciples, why are other disciples better than myself in terms of cultivation and moral character?

Could it be that Qi Wuhui was really worse than Ye Qiu?

Back then, when Qi Wuhui was still a disciple, among the entire sect, only Meng Tianzheng could beat him.

Now, it's his turn to take charge of Hidden Sword Peak, but his disciples can't even compete with Zixia Peak, which ranks last in the sect.

"Master, I'm sorry! It's our fault for embarrassing you, please punish us."

Li Feichen said dejectedly, his heart tight with fear. Previously he had said so aggressively that he wanted to get the place back.

In the end, not only did he not get it back, but he also lost so miserably that his proud face was nowhere to be seen.

"Punishment? Punishing you, can you save my face from Zangjianfeng?"

Qi Wuhui's old face sank, and the more he looked at these disciples, the angrier he became.

In the crowd, Li Caisi remained silent. Looking at the furious master, he became more and more disappointed.

Could it be that in his eyes, the safety of his disciples is not as important as his so-called face?

In this comparison, the gap is really huge.

He regretted very much why he wanted to worship at Tibetan Sword Peak. In such a mountain range with no human feelings and only interests, he could not feel any care.

Qi Wuhui had a dark face and was about to say something else when Qi Hao hurried in from outside.

He had just defeated his opponent with an absolutely crushing attitude. Before he could pretend to be a beep, he heard about Qi Wuhui being stunned and hurried back.

Now that he saw Qi Wuhui sitting there, Qi Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Qi Wuhui's old face was full of wrinkles, and he said bitterly: "Hao'er, as a father, I have completely disgraced this old face today."

"You didn't see Ye Qiu'er's proud expression at that time. My father has never suffered such humiliation in his life."

"From now on, I'm afraid I, Hidden Sword Peak, will never be able to raise my head again in the sect."

Qi Hao quickly comforted him: "Dad, don't worry! We haven't lost yet, it's just two small losses today."

"Just wait and see, I will repay them a hundred times the humiliation we suffered at Hidden Sword Peak today."

Hearing his son's comfort, Qi Wuhui finally felt a little relieved.

Sure enough, at the critical moment, you have to look at your biological child.

There is no hope for this group of disciples.

"With your words, I can rest assured as a father! Now, we, Hidden Sword Peak, have suffered a series of defeats and lost our face. Whether we can restore our dignity depends on you."

"Don't worry, dad, I know what to do."

Qi Hao said with a sullen face, Qi Wuhui's humiliation was equivalent to his being humiliated.

How could he swallow this breath today?

Zixia Peak, Ye Qiu...

Hum, just wait for me, our grudges are never over.

Qi Wuhui looked at his son with satisfaction, then looked at the disciple in front of him, and said angrily: "Just face the wall and think about the past. Think carefully about where you are inferior to others. Think about it clearly before you come out to me."

No one dared to refute and could only bear it silently.

After everyone left, Qi Wuhui said with a solemn expression: "Hao'er, although you have now reached the eighth level of Tianxiang, you cannot take it lightly."

"Today I can feel that Ye Qiu's great disciple seems to have a high level of cultivation. Even when facing Fei Chen, who is a third-grade Tianxiang, he did not use all his strength."

"I have a vague feeling that her cultivation level may have reached the sixth level of Tianxiang, or higher."

Qi Wuhui was completely aware of Lin Qingzhu's performance today. Although Lin Qingzhu did not expose his cultivation level, the vaguely flowing aura gave him a sense of crisis.

When Qi Hao heard this, he was also stunned. He suddenly remembered that when he was angered by Xiao Yi before, he also vaguely felt the threat from Lin Qingzhu.

He asked curiously: "Dad, is it possible that she, a disciple who has just started for three months, has a higher level of cultivation than me?"

"It's hard to say. Although there are few people in Zixia Peak, there are many treasures. Before Master Xuantian passed away, he also accumulated a lot of treasures. Maybe he passed them on to Ye Qiu."

"This boy seems to have nothing to hide from his disciples. He gave his second disciple a treasured bone of a fifth-level relic. This eldest disciple might also have a treasured bone..."

The more he talked about Qi Wuhui, the more worried he became. If Qi Hao also overturned, his old face might really be lost.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little regretful as to why he had made a bet with Ye Qiu in the first place.

This guy is completely a bottomless pit, and it's impossible to detect reality or reality.

Ridiculously, he always thought that Ye Qiu was just a good-for-nothing who happened to inherit the Zixia Peak inheritance.

Now when I look at it, I see that the clown is actually himself.

Qi Hao suddenly felt the pressure doubled, but when he thought of the secret technique Qi Wuhui taught him before, his self-confidence suddenly increased again.

He sneered and said: "Dad, you should relax your mind, what if she reaches the ninth level of Tianxiang?

As long as there is no distance, the child can be captured by her."

After the previous two experiences, Qi Wuhui no longer dared to pretend in advance before winning, nor did he dare to waste anymore.

After all, being slapped in the face really hurts.

It is a good thing to have confidence, but you are afraid of being inflated, being too fat, being overly conceited, and being complacent.

It will make me feel embarrassed when the time comes.

No, I have to be steady this time. I must not pretend to beep before the outcome is determined.

Otherwise, that kid would definitely not let me go and humiliate me like crazy.

Qi Wuhui secretly thought that although he had extremely high confidence in his son, he still left a little room for it.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

What if we lose again?

"Well, it's good to have confidence!"

Qi Wuhui stood up from the bed calmly, adjusted his posture, and prepared to go back to watch the competition.

As the chief referee of this martial arts competition, he cannot be delayed by such trivial matters.

"Okay! You just finished the first game, go back and have a good rest, and fight the second game tomorrow.

Don't worry, before the finals, your father will definitely keep you in perfect condition without any damage."
Chapter completed!