Fang Bai and Tu Hu didn't use any dirty means, they fought against each other openly, losing is losing, winning is winning, and they will not regret each other, nor will they resent each other.

In Huang Miao's words, the battle between the two is a battle of gentlemen.

The four team members behind Tu Hu originally looked down on Fang Bai, thinking that Fang Bai's fight against Tu Hu was purely his own abuse, and even the other party Bai sneered and belittled him in various ways.

However, when Fang Bai released an aura comparable to that of Tu Hu, the four of them were suddenly silent, and their hearts were uneasy, for fear of offending Fang Bai.

It can be expected that after this experience, Fang Bai will become the core disciple of the Bitao Martial Academy, just like Tu Hu.

The four people behind Tu Hu are all Inner Court disciples, and the core disciples are much higher than them in terms of strength and status, which is not something they can compare.

Therefore, if Fang Bai wanted to rectify the four of them in the future, he would definitely be able to make them unable to eat and walk around.

Now, they only hope that Tu Hu can defeat Fang Bai in the current duel and frustrate Fang Bai's sharpness, which will make Fang Bai feel a little jealous, and he will not dare to easily find trouble for his few people.

"Senior Brother Fang, where's your blade?"

Facing Fang Bai, who he couldn't see, Tu Hu didn't dare to have a trace of support, he slowly pulled out the long knife he was wearing, pointed the tip of the knife obliquely at the ground, and asked in a solemn voice.

"Blades...... Oh, I came in such a hurry that I forgot to bring it with me!"

Fang Bai casually pulled out a reason, spread his hands and said.

In Fang Bai's space ring, there were several spiritual weapons such as the Blood Drinking Crazy Knife, but after he came to the True Martial Realm, he had never encountered an opponent worthy of using spiritual weapons, so several spiritual weapons were lying in the spatial ring.

Occasionally, when there was no one in the secluded world, Fang Bai would take out a few spiritual weapons to practice, so as not to be rusty.

Dealing with an opponent like Tu Hu who was not at the same level at all, Fang Bai was too lazy to use the spirit weapon, so he casually came up with a reason.

"Forgot to bring?"

Tu Hu's face darkened.

Some of the warrior's blades are held in their hands, some are hanging from their waists, some are tied to their backs, and some are hidden in their clothes.

The blades hidden in the clothes are mainly soft blades, and most of them are tightly wound around the waist.

Tu Hu didn't see Fang Bai's blade, and thought that he was carrying a soft blade, but he didn't expect this guy to bring it at all.

You must know that a suitable blade can bless the combat power of a warrior, and when encountering life-and-death matters, it is equivalent to a few more chances of survival.

Therefore, every time they enter the mountain to practice, the first thing the disciples of the Bitao Martial Academy do is to bring their own blades.

Someone like Fang Bai who dared to enter the mountain after forgetting to bring a blade was also a strange thing.

"Why don't I borrow a blade?"

Fang Bai said, turned his head to look at Huang Miao and the others, and finally his gaze fell on the iron rod in Liu Liehu's hand.

"Hunt the tiger, lend me your iron rod!"

Fang Bai beckoned to Liu Hunting Tiger and motioned for him to throw the iron rod over.

Fang Bai knew that a martial artist like Tu Hu had an arrogance in his chest, and he proposed to use a blade to fight him, if he was barehanded, he would regard it as an insult.

Fang Bai disdained to use his spiritual weapon, and in order to show respect for the opponent of Tu Hu, he thought of temporarily borrowing an iron rod from Liu Hunting Tiger.

"Actually...... My blade is also an iron rod, similar to this one of the Tiger Hunter!"

Fang Bai said to Tu Hu with a smile.

The reason why Fang Bai explained this way to Tu Hu was to tell Tu Hu: Although my iron rod is borrowed, it will not affect the combat power, and it is fair to fight with you.

Despite this, Tu Hu's brows were still furrowed, and he felt slightly unhappy in his heart.

In Tu Hu's opinion, he used the long knife to prepare to fight Fang Bai with all his might.

But Fang Bai borrowed someone else's sword to fight, which made Tu Hu feel despised, thinking that even if he won Fang Bai, he would be a little invincible.

But after thinking about it again, Tu Hu was relieved.

How could a martial artist as young and powerful as Fang Bai not have a little conceit and arrogance?

If it's yourself, I'm afraid that for example, it's too much, right?

Maybe Fang Bai thought that he could defeat his opponent with the blade he borrowed casually, right?

Tu Hu thought like this, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but have a helpless wry smile.

"If you don't use your own blade, your combat power will be affected after all. I don't want to take advantage of you...... In this way, within fifty moves, if I can't beat you, even if I lose!"

Tu Hu said loudly, his tone revealing a bit of arrogance, he felt that this was the only way to achieve a truly fair fight.

Fang Bai was not verbose, and nodded: "Okay: let's win or lose in fifty moves!"

"Stand back!"

Tu Hu turned his head and shouted to the four team members behind him.

"Senior Sister Huang, you guys should step back a little!"

Fang Bai turned back to Huang Miao and the others.

Tu Hu defeated Zhou Tong, who was ranked eighth in the core disciple combat power list, and had already shown a combat power that surpassed that of ordinary core disciples, and Fang Bai also released a martial artist aura that was not weaker than Tu Hu.

Therefore, the duel between Tu Hu and Fang Bai was equivalent to a duel between the two core disciples, and once they started, the destructive power generated was not trivial.

Both the members of Tu Hu's team and Huang Miao's team were very clear about this, so after hearing Tu Hu and Fang Bai's shouts, they retreated one after another, leaving a large empty space in the middle.

"Senior Brother Fang, let's make a move!"

Tu Hu's eyes were full of essence, his tongue was full of spring thunder, he roared, the true yuan around his body was circulating, his thick black hair was flying, and his clothes with blood stains were hunting and agitating.

His whole person entered a peak combat state, the tip of the knife pointed obliquely at the ground, and it could be waved at any time, and the aura of the martial artist turned into an invisible coercion, quickly forcing towards Fang Bai.

Wherever the coercion passed, the flowers and plants were clinging to the ground.

Although Huang Miao and the others were separated from Fang Bai by a few zhang, they also felt the invisible pressure from Tu Hu, which made it difficult for them to breathe, and their qi and blood surged, and they had to use their own true yuan to contend with it, so they felt a little better.

"Core disciple, it's really amazing!"

Huang Miao and the others, who were outside the arena of the duel, all felt such a huge pressure, can you imagine what kind of coercion Fang Bai would bear when facing the slaughter of the tiger?

Of course, if Fang Bai couldn't even withstand the coercion of the slaughtering tiger, then there was no need for this duel between them to continue.

Huang Miao and the others were a little worried at first, but after seeing Fang Bai's always straight and upright figure, they put their minds at ease.

If the coercion of the slaughter tiger is like a wave of waves constantly beating over, then Fang Bai is like an island in the sea, no matter how the waves beat, I will not move.

(End of chapter)