The third senior brother snorted coldly and said unhappy: "Seventh junior sister, you said so much."

"But speaking of this, it's not a waste of money that no one wants. He doesn't even have the courage and dare not even compete. Isn't this shame?"

Hearing this, Qiu Rufeng became a little angry.

"Senior Brother Third, this is not the same thing at all. You can't confuse it."

"Chen Fei is now a registered disciple, and it is unfair to compete with the other party's personal disciples. Therefore, this is not a matter of courage."

"I think, third brother, you want to apologize to Chen Fei."

The third senior brother suddenly raised his tone, "What, I apologize to him! What a joke! I'm a personal disciple!"

Qiu Rufeng had a stubborn personality and insisted: "If you do something wrong, you should apologize. It has nothing to do with your identity."

"Seventh Junior Sister, I have been in Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall for more than 20 years. Is it even worse than a registered disciple who has been in the art for a few days?" asked the third senior brother.

Qiu Rufeng insisted: "Senior Brother Third, don't mess around, this has nothing to do with what you said."

Seeing that the two of them became more and more quarrels, Tang Heng increased his tone and said, "Okay, stop arguing, let's make people laugh."

The third senior brother looked at Tang Heng and said, "Senior brother has spoken, I won't say it."

Qiu Rufeng was angry and angry, wanting to continue to refute, but when he saw everyone's eyes, he had to stop.

On the opposite side, Mo Hao saw this, his smile on his face became even stronger and he deliberately said, "I just said casually. There is no need to argue like this with everyone in Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall. Haha!"

After saying that, Mo Hao turned around and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, Chen Fei stood up, looked at Mo Hao, and said, "Don't Mr. Mo want to compete? I agree, come on!"

"Uh?" Mo Hao was stunned, turned around, stared at Chen Fei with a calm face, and looked carefully, "You mean, do you want to discuss with our Nanshan Academy?"

"Why, don't dare?" Chen Fei asked back.

Qiu Rufeng beside him was stunned for a moment, suddenly reacted, quickly pulled Chen Fei's arm, and persuaded: "Chen Fei, don't be impulsive!"

Even Qiu Tong persuaded him at this moment, "Brother Chen, please sit down quickly."

Chen Fei looked at the two of them and showed a confident smile, "Don't worry, I won't lose."

"But--" Qiu Rufeng was still worried.

But at this moment, Mo Hao laughed, "Haha, I don't dare! What a joke, do you know, what are you talking about?"

Then, he waved his hand and greeted a disciple of Nanshan Academy from behind and said, "Zheng Yun, you can compete with that kid. If you can't win, don't go back to Nanshan Academy."

The disciple named Zheng Yun stood up and bowed and said confidently: "Don't worry, Brother Mo, I will win!"

After saying that, he looked at Chen Fei proudly.

Mo Hao said, "Zheng Yun is the weakest among our disciples in Nanshan Academy this time. I won't bully you, let him come and have a chance to compete with you. Do you dare?"

Chen Fei stood up and greeted him, "Why don't you dare!"

Qiu Rufeng looked anxious and looked at senior brother Tang Heng and the others for help.

However, Tang Heng's face changed a little and he did not speak in the end.

However, the third senior brother said sarcastically at this moment: "Seventh Junior Sister, since they have this confidence, let him try it! Otherwise, everyone would think that I was afraid of Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall!"

If it were before, the third senior brother might have considered the face of the martial arts school and did not want Chen Fei to come out to compete and be embarrassed.

But the dispute just now happened, and he hoped that Chen Fei would really go to the competition and be slapped in the face and taught him a lesson. In that case, he would be considered a sigh of relief for him.

In the end, it would be even better if that guy lost too badly, was too embarrassed and was expelled from the martial arts school.

The other people also had similar ideas to the third senior brother, so they did not make any statement at this time.

Seeing this, Qiu Rufeng felt disappointed and sad.

She originally thought that her Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall had always been united and friendly, and that her brothers and sisters would also help each other.

But this time, Chen Fei's incident made her see that her martial arts school seemed not as united as she imagined.

Just as she was feeling disappointed, Chen Fei walked to the disciple of Nanshan Academy named Zheng Yun.

"What?" Zheng Yun raised his lips slightly, with a proud expression, and asked.

Chen Fei had a expressionless face and said lightly: "It's okay!"

"Uh!" Zheng Yun raised his eyebrows, "Are you very confident?"

Then, his eyes turned and he said loudly: "I heard that you are a registered disciple, so I won't bully you either."

"We compete with ten moves with bare hands and empty handed, within ten moves. If you can stand still, you will win. How about it?"

Chen Fei said lightly: "Yes!"

"Come on!" Zheng Yun took the lead, jumped out of the house and jumped into the center of the open space below.

In an instant, everyone's eyes changed and they all looked over.

Mo Hao shook the folding fan and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "It's an interesting competition!"

Behind him, almost all the disciples of Nanshan Academy were full of confidence, waiting for Zheng Yun's victory.

In contrast, the expressions of the disciples at Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall are a bit complicated.

Qiu Rufeng and Qiu Tong were full of worry and heartbroken.

The third senior brother looked like he was watching the show and wanted Chen Fei to be beaten up.

The eldest brother Tang Heng had no expression on his face and could not tell any emotion.

Off the field, Zheng Yun and Chen Fei stood opposite each other.

Zheng Yun was wearing a green robe, with his left hand behind his back, and his right hand poked forward. He made a gesture of inviting Chen Fei, and said confidently: "Let's start!"

Chen Fei didn't say anything nonsense, nodded slightly, stepped forward, shouted loudly, and punched his right arm with a loud punch.

"call!"

This punch was fierce, and the fist face was covered with a layer of red flame, whistling and thundering.

Seeing this, Mo Hao raised his lips slightly, he deliberately looked at Yao Tianxing beside him, and asked, "Brother Yao, you know the martial arts skills in detail. Tell us what is that guy's move?"

Yao Tianxing frowned slightly, then said lightly: "If I read it correctly, the martial arts he used should be "Red Flame Fist" from Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall."

"This "Red Flame Fist" can barely be considered a three-star martial art, and its power is pretty good. There are nine levels in total. For each extra level, there will be an extra layer of flame on the fist."

"The final nine levels, the nine layers of flames are superimposed on each other, like a fire dragon gushing, with great power."

"Of course, it is difficult to practice to reach the ninth level. More than a hundred years ago, it was rumored that a registered disciple from Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall practiced hard for twenty years and practiced "Red Flame Fist" to the ninth level. It was powerful and eventually became a personal disciple."

After listening to Yao Tianxing's introduction, he was not only a disciple of Nanshan Academy.
Chapter completed!