The third brother hummed: "Seven Teachers, you said so many mixed seven and eight."

"But speaking, it is not a waste firewood that no one wants. Even there is no guts, even if you don't even dare to discuss the test, isn't this embarrassing?"

Hearing this, Qiu Rufeng was a little angry.

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

"Chen Fei is now a named disciple, comparing with the other disciples with the other party, this is unfair. Therefore, this is not a matter of guts at all."

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

The third brother tune up, "What, I apologize to him! What are you joking! I am a disciple!"

Qiu Rufeng has a stubborn personality and insists: "I should apologize if I do something wrong, which has nothing to do with my identity."

"Seven sisters, I have been in the Qiuhu Martial Arts Museum for more than 20 years. Is it not as good as a disciple who has been entryled for a few days?" The three brothers asked.

Qiu Rufeng insisted: "Three brothers, don't confuse, this has nothing to do with what you said."

Seeing that the two were getting noisy and more powerful, Tang Heng increased the tone, and said: "Okay, don't make noisy, let people look at jokes."

The third brother glanced at Tang Heng and said, "The old brother spoke, I wouldn't say it."

Qiu Rufeng was angry and angry, and wanted to continue to refute, but seeing the eyes of everyone had to stop.

Opposite, Mo Hao saw this, and the smile on his face was even stronger, and he deliberately said: "I just say it casually, everyone in the Qiuhu Martial Arts Museum, there is no need to quarrel like this. Haha!"

After speaking, Mo Hao turned to leave.

But at this time, Chen Fei stood up at a time, looked at Mo Hao, and said, "Didn't Mo Gongzi want to study? I promised, come on!"

"Uh?" Mo Hao stunned, turned his face, calmed his face, stared at Chen Fei, and looked at it, "You mean, do you want to discuss with our Nanshan Academy?"

"Why, dare not?" Chen Fei asked.

Qiu Rufeng beside him, at this moment he froze, responded suddenly, hurriedly pulled Chen Fei's arm, persuaded: "Chen Fei, don't impulsive!"

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

Chen Fei looked at the two, showing a confident smile, "Rest assured, I won't lose."

"But-" Qiu Rufeng is still worried.

But at this time, Mo Hao laughed, "Haha, I dare not! What are you joking, do you know, what are you talking about?"

Immediately, he put his hand and greeted him from behind him to a disciple of Nanshan Academy.

The disciple named Zheng Yan stood out and said self -confidence: "Brother Mo is assured, I will win!"

After speaking, he looked at Chen Fei proudly.

Mo Hao came out: "Zheng Yan is the weakest of our disciples of Nanshan Academy this time.

Chen Fei stood up and greeted, "Why not dare!"

Qiu Rufeng was anxious, and his brother Tang Heng took the gaze of help.

However, Tang Heng's face changed for a while, but in the end, he did not speak.

It was the three brothers. At this moment, the yin and yang's weird voice said: "Seven teachers, since people have this confidence, let him try it! Otherwise, everyone thought I was afraid of the Qiuhu Museum!"

If it was before, the three brothers may consider the face of the martial arts, and do not want Chen Fei to come out to try to lose face.

But the dispute just now, he hoped that Chen Fei really went to try, and was taught by a fierce face. In that case, he could be regarded as a breath for him.

In the end, if the guy lost too much, the shame was too bad, and it was fired by the martial arts museum, then it would be better.

Several other people have similar ideas with the three brothers, so there was no voice at this time.

Seeing this, Qiu Rufeng felt disappointed and sad for a while.

She originally thought that her autumn lake martial arts hall has always been united and loved, and between brothers and sisters, she will also help each other.

But this time Chen Fei made her see that her own martial arts didn't seem to be as united as she thought.

And when she was disappointed, Chen Fei came to the disciple of Nanshan Academy named Zheng Yan.

"What?" Zheng Yan's mouth was slightly raised, his expression was proud, and asked.

Chen Fei had no expression, and said faintly: "Random!"

"Uh!" Zheng Yan raised his eyebrows for a while, "Is it confident?"

Then, when he turned his eyes, he said, "I heard that you are a disciple, then I don’t bully you."

"We tried ten moves in bare hands and empty fists, and in ten moves, if you can stand, even if you win. How about it?"

Chen Fei said faintly: "Yes!"

"Come on!" Zheng Yan first jumped out of the house and jumped into the most central open space below.

In an instant, the eyes of everyone in the court followed, and they all watched it.

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

Behind it, the disciples of Nanshan Academy were almost confident, waiting for Zheng Yan's victory.

In contrast, the expressions of the disciples on the Qiuhu Martial Arts Pavilion are a bit complicated.

Qiu Rufeng and Qiu Tong were worried and worried.

Brother Three is a good -looking scene.

Brother Tang Heng has no expression, and he can't see any emotions.

Under the field, Zheng Yan and Chen Fei stood relative.

Zheng Yan was wearing a green robe, his left hand was behind him, his right hand was revealed forward, and he made a gesture of Chen Fei, and said self -explanatory: "Start!"

Chen Fei didn't talk nonsense, nodded gently, stepped forward, a snoring, and the right arm smashed out.

"call!"

This fist is fierce, with a layer of red flames on the fist, and the shock is shocked.

Seeing this, Mo Hao's mouth was slightly raised, and he deliberately looked at Yao Tianxing around him and asked: "Brother Yao, you know the martial arts skills in detail, you tell us, what is this guy's trick?"

Yao Tianxing frowned slightly, and then said faintly: "If I read it correctly, the martial arts he used should be the" Red Flame Fist "in the Qiuhu Museum."

"This" Red Flame Boxing "can barely be regarded as Samsung martial arts, and the power is pretty good. There are nine heavys in total. Each more heavy, there will be a layer of flames on the fist."

"The final nine heavys, the flames of the nine layers of flames are superimposed, like a dragon spray, and the power is not vulgar."

"Of course, if you want to practice until the nine, it is also difficult. More than a hundred years ago, it was rumored that one of the name disciples of the Qiuhu Martial Arts Museum.

Heavy, powerless, eventually become a pro -disciple. "

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