It seemed that he could hear the discussion around the ring, and Mo Hao smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "I've had enough fun, it's time to end."

After saying that, his eyes suddenly sank, and the folding fan that had not been opened was suddenly swung hard, spreading the folding fan and swinging forward at the same time.

A blow, the wind whistled!

Jiang Feihu, who was originally rushing towards him, was shaken by the strong wind, and then couldn't dodge and his cheek was directly slapped by the folding fan.

A powerful force instantly pulled Jiang Feihu, who was strong, out of the ring, drew a nearly straight line in the air, smashed heavily on the wall of the martial arts hall, making a roar, then slid down, and then buried the bricks and stones of the smashed courtyard wall into it.

This situation made everyone in Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall quiet. The disciples who were still discussing enthusiastically just now looked at Jiang Feihu in a daze, with a look of shock.

They were a little confused about why the second senior brother Jiang Feihu, who had just gained the upper hand, was suddenly defeated so easily by Mo Hao.

For a moment, everyone was stunned and didn't know what to say.

At this moment, Mo Hao looked around with an extremely confident smile on his face, and finally looked at the direction of director Qiu Jinhu, bowed and said loudly: "I've given up!"

"Director Qiu, are there any other personal disciples in Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall?"

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

Many disciples from Qiuhu Martial Arts School spoke out, some angry, some ashamed, and some helpless.

Even Qiu Jinhu seemed to have come back to his senses and hurriedly asked someone to rescue Jiang Feihu. After confirming that Jiang Feihu was not in danger of life, Qiu Jinhu breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was still quite ugly.

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

Because he was very familiar with the remaining disciples. Although he was good at strength, he was even worse than Jiang Feihu, let alone Mo Hao.

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

However, Tang Heng lowered his head and avoided the director's gaze without any response.

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

Qiu Beifeng's face was as deep as water, with no expression. When he saw his son looking at him, he said lightly: "Since he lost, he will admit that his skills are not as good as others, and then come down to practice hard. There is no shame in this."

When Qiu Jinhu heard his father's words, he breathed a little relieved, but also felt sad. He felt that he had made his father and the entire Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall look embarrassed.

However, now that things have come to this point, there is no other way except to admit defeat.

Qiu Jinhu took a deep breath, looked at Mo Ziyi opposite him, and was about to speak.

And at this critical moment, Chen Fei stood up and said, "Director, let me give it a try."

"You-" Qiu Jinhu looked surprised and waved his hand, "Chen Fei, don't be impulsive."

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

However, Mo Hao on the opposite side was interested at this moment. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Chen Fei for a while, then said, "Director Qiu, since Junior Brother Chen has this idea, I just happened to want to have a chance to discuss with him, why bother to stop him?"

Mo Ziyi immediately said, "Brother Qiu, your disciples are so motivated. You, the master, are here to stop them. That's not good."

"You--" Qiu Jinhu glared at the two of them, ignored them, looked back at Chen Fei, and said seriously, "Chen Fei, I understand your mood, but don't mess around. The only thing you have to do now is to practice martial arts well and improve your strength."

Chen Fei shook his head gently, jumped gently, jumped directly onto the ring, and said to Qiu Jinhu: "Director, I know you are caring for me. However, I know what I am doing, and I have confidence."

"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. He grabbed his son and said, "Since he insisted, let him go."

"It will be no harm if you sharpen your disciples more."

My father spoke, and Qiu Jinhu no longer objected, so he could only instruct Chen Fei at the end, "Chen Fei, once he loses, he will admit defeat immediately. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Chen Fei nodded, then turned around, looked at Mo Hao on the ring, and said lightly, "Please give me advice!"

Mo Hao raised a smile on his lips, stared at Chen Fei with his eyes narrowed, deliberately elongating his tone, "Of course, I must give you some advice."

Chen Fei didn't talk nonsense to him, but directly used his energy to activate "Red Flame Fist" and bombarded Mo Hao.

"The Nine-Level "Red Flame Fist" is very powerful!" Mo Hao commented. Although his words were exaggerated, his expression seemed disdainful.

After all, during the competition at Yixin Pavilion, he already knew that Chen Fei had practiced the "Red Flame Fist" technique to the ninth level, which was very powerful.

But in the final analysis, the "Red Flame Fist" technique itself is just a big deal, and its level is too low, so practicing to the ninth level will not pose much threat to Mo Hao.

"call!"

With this mentality, Mo Hao raised his right hand gently, trying to knock Chen Fei's fist away with a folding fan.

However, when his folding fan and Chen Fei's fist hit each other, an accident happened.

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

This power has exceeded Mo Hao's expectations.

His face changed, he took a few steps quickly, then his face suddenly became dark, and he snorted coldly: "I underestimate you."

"But, let's end it!"

As he spoke, the vitality on Mo Hao's body began to stir up, and a stream of energy burst out, his whole body fluttering, full of momentum.

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

Chen Fei was still calm about this, and the red flame fist wrapped in nine layers of flames in his hand, like a roaring beast, rushed towards Mo Hao.

"boom!"

There was another collision, another loud bang.

A stream of vitality exploded on the ring, and the overflowing energy caused a strong wind.

Mo Hao, who was originally planning to win with one blow, was hit by this energy and retreated several steps in a row. He reached the edge of the ring and almost fell down.

On the contrary, Chen Fei was still standing there, seemingly not affected.

This situation made Mo Hao's face become ferocious.

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

But unexpectedly, I was at a disadvantage after two consecutive moves.

This is something that Mo Hao absolutely cannot tolerate.
Chapter completed!