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After the crowd dispersed, looking at Fang Xiaowu eating chicken legs, Jiao'er Lang approached the No. 3 Qingluan Platform step by step, with a look of not taking the competition to heart, Zhou Li's horse face was so angry that he gritted his teeth with hatred, and these three words popped out of his mouth, and at the same time, his fists tightened, and he almost couldn't help but go over and move with Fang Xiaowu. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Someone asked loudly, "Fang Xiaowu, why are you here now?"

Fang Xiaowu said with a smile: "Eat and drink enough, don't get tired from work, if I don't eat enough, how can I have the strength to compete with Zhou Li? ”

Glancing at it, it seemed that he had just seen those teachers who came to watch the competition, and hurriedly said: "Oh, it turns out that there are more than a dozen teachers who came to cheer us on, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, if I had known that all the teachers would also come to watch, I wouldn't have come now, but some hours earlier." ”

The dozen or so teachers didn't speak, just smiled and nodded.

Suddenly, a voice questioned: "Fang Xiaowu, you are still eating chicken legs, which is tantamount to disrespecting the competition, disrespecting the opponent, disrespecting the teachers, and disrespecting our Flying Feather Sect." You have already lost the momentum before you fight, I think you should just admit defeat. ”

These words have touched the hearts of some people, but we have to see how Fang Xiaowu responds.

I saw Fang Xiaowu smile slightly, after eating the chicken thigh, wrapped the chicken bones in a piece of paper, and put them in his arms like a baby, and said: "This fellow disciple, you are wrong, for a martial artist, the real respect is not in the stage, but on the stage." As long as I come on stage to show my strength, that is the greatest respect for the martial arts. ”

"Hey, this kid's words sound reasonable. ”

The dozen or so teachers all thought so in their hearts, and the other party Xiaowu became more and more interested, originally thinking that his chances of winning would not be too great, but at this time, they all fell to his side, thinking that he must have the certainty of winning. If not, it means that Fang Xiaowu is speaking well, but in fact, he is not very capable.

Zhou Li said coldly: "Fang Xiaowu, I want to solemnly warn you now, it's too late for you to admit defeat now, once you get on Qingluan Stage, it's too late to regret it." ”

"There's nothing to regret, come on stage. ”

"Hmph, since you don't admit defeat, then I'll beat you to admit defeat. ”

Zhou Li stepped slightly, jumped up, and flew directly onto the No. 3 Qingluan platform more than six meters high like a big bird, and walked to the center and stood proudly.

Just when everyone thought that Fang Xiaowu was going to fly on stage, Fang Xiaowu swaggered to the bottom of the stone stairs, stepped on the stone stairs, climbed the No. 3 Qingluan Platform step by step, walked to the field, and stood against Zhou Li.

When everyone saw Fang Xiaowu come to the stage like this, there were people who thought it was funny, people who felt pretentious, and of course there were people who mocked him.

"Zhou Li, if you have any ability, even if you show it to me, if I can't catch it, I'll call you Senior Brother. Fang Xiaowu looked very grinning.

"Fang Xiaowu, I originally wanted to give you a chance to admit defeat to me, but now, I want to beat you to the point that you can't get off the ground within a month. Zhou Li sneered, his fists tightened, and his momentum enveloped his whole body, and he was about to make a move.

"Wait a minute, I almost forgot, are we comparing fists and kicks or weapons?"

"Nonsense, of course, it's more than punches and kicks!"

"Okay, I'll rest assured, you can make a move......"

Before the voice fell, Zhou Li had already made a move, and as soon as he made a move, he used a fourth-level martial art called "Luoyan Fist" of the Feiyu Sect, and he slammed into Fang Xiaowu with one punch.

I saw that he poured his entire arm, the yuan force was as high as 100,000, and there was a faint layer of white gas wrapped in his fist, obviously cultivating the "Luoyan Fist" to an extremely high level.

Fang Xiaowu didn't plan to entangle with Zhou Li, and decided to decide a decisive battle, and he also punched out, which was his own mastery - Fire Spirit Fist.

Bang!

The two fists collided, and powerful fists erupted.

Zhou Li originally had a back move, but at this moment, his back move seemed to be restricted, and he couldn't make it, and he was forced to fly out upside down by Fang Xiaowu's fist, and with a bang, he fell to the side of the stage, and almost rolled out of the stage, which was simply an unstoppable blow.

Just when the thousands of outer disciples watching from the audience had not yet figured out what the situation was, Fang Xiaowu was already clapping his hands in the posture of a winner, and was about to fly off the stage and leave.

Suddenly, he heard an angry roar, Zhou Li, who was lying on the side of the stage, jumped up like lightning, shook his wrist, and stabbed Fang Xiaowu in the chest with a cold dagger in his hand.

Click!

Fang Xiaowu flashed to the left in an instant, and his right hand flew down like a knife, breaking Zhou Li's wrist.

Without waiting for the dagger to fall to the ground, Fang Xiaowu flew up and kicked Zhou Li out of the No. 3 Qingluan platform.

In an instant, a figure flew out of thin air, stretched out his hand to catch Zhou Li, and after putting it on the ground, he flew to the No. 3 Qingluan Platform with a bang, and walked towards Fang Xiaowu step by step.

The dozen or so teachers originally wanted to fly to the stage, but at this moment, there was suddenly one more person beside them, and the body technique they displayed was the "One Feather Shock" of the Flying Feather Sect. Although they also know this method, in terms of attainment, they are much worse than those who came, and they are far from being at the same level.

"Ludegaard!"

The dozen or so teachers all shouted in their hearts, and no one dared to move.

On the other side, Fang Xiaowu saw that someone suddenly came to save Zhou Li, and thought that the other party was Zhou Li's friend, but as soon as the other party came to the stage, he knew that his idea was wrong.

This person is definitely not Zhou Li's friend, or so to speak, with Zhou Li's cultivation, he is not qualified to be this person's friend at all.

This man is not very old, only in his twenties, and he is quite handsome, but now he has a murderous face, and he looks very angry.

As he approached Fang Xiaowu step by step, the momentum on his body became stronger and stronger, and a wave of abundant yuan power surged around his body, as if he was about to send it out.

On the other side, even if Fang Xiaowu used the Yuan Force of his whole body, he couldn't confront this person, although he didn't know how high this guy's cultivation was, but it was definitely above him.

"Hey, I didn't expect this kid to be so strong, and he didn't kneel down for me yet. The man thought to himself, and suddenly shouted in his mouth: "Kneel!"

Rumble!

A terrifying yuan force was emitted like electricity, and it hit Fang Xiaowu crisply.

After being hit, although Fang Xiaowu did not kneel in front of that person, he was also shocked to the corner of his mouth bleeding, and flew out directly from the Qingluan platform, and took more than ten steps back after landing, only to feel that his two knees were almost shattered, if he hadn't secretly gritted his teeth and struggled to support, he would have knelt on the ground at this time.

A trace of surprise flashed on the man's face, and he said in his heart: "When I hit this kid with this move, I pressed down, and this kid can actually break free from the power of pressing down and change it to retreat, how did he do it? What is the relationship between him and that Linghu Eighteen, is it really Linghu Eighteen's righteous brother?"

"Say, who are you?"

He couldn't get Fang Xiaowu to kneel down for him, even if he injured Fang Xiaowu, he felt that it was a very humiliating thing, and wanted to find an opportunity to do it to Fang Xiaowu again.

At this time, someone among the outer disciples in the audience recognized this person and shouted, "Yuan Qingfeng!"

Yuan Qingfeng, a relatively loud name among the younger generation of the Flying Feather Sect.

This person is only twenty years old this year, but his cultivation has already reached the middle stage of the Pure Green Realm.

He is neither an inner disciple nor an elite disciple, but a personal disciple, the third apprentice of the Peak Master of the Grinding Sword Peak, and also a junior apprentice. Whether it is an outer disciple or an inner disciple, in their minds, Yuan Qingfeng belongs to the kind of existence that can only be looked up to, and this is the difference between identity and strength.

Fang Xiaowu hadn't heard of Yuan Qingfeng, and he didn't know who was the person who knocked him down, but he knew that he had met an opponent today, and he was secretly strange in his heart.

It stands to reason that there are more than a dozen teachers watching on the side, why don't they take action to stop Yuan Qingfeng from using force against him? Could it be that this Yuan Qingfeng is so powerful that even they dare not offend?

At this time, Wang Xibei and Yan Dong both ran to Fang Xiaowu's side.

Although Tang Ao did not get close to Fang Xiaowu, he also walked three meters away, and the other outer disciples all "hula", retreating far away, to say the least fifteen meters, as if they were worried that they would be infected with the virus, they couldn't avoid it, and some people even had schadenfreude on their faces.

"If you don't have that much ability, don't slap your face and become fat, Fang Xiaowu, you know it now!" a girl's voice came.

I don't know when, Han Su'er also came here, and at this time she was standing ten meters away, with her hands behind her back, looking at her indifferently.

"Han Su'er, what are you talking about? My brother is not like this for our fierce five?" Wang Xibei didn't want to be angry, Fang Xiaowu was not her own brother, she didn't need to speak for Fang Xiaowu, but after she saw the bloodshot on the corner of Fang Xiaowu's mouth, she couldn't help but say in a deep voice.

"The Tough Five?" Han Su'er blushed her mouth and said coldly: "It's ridiculous, I, Han Su'er, have never regarded you as friends, in other words, you are not qualified to be my Han Su'er's friends." ”

"Can I be your friend?" Yuan Qingfeng saw that Han Su'er was beautiful, and more importantly, the other party was exactly the type he liked, and he thought he was very personable and grinned.

"You?" Han Su'er glanced at Yuan Qingfeng.

"Yes, that's me. My name is Yuan Qingfeng, the third disciple under the main seat of the Grinding Sword Peak, and my cultivation is in the middle stage of the Pure Green Realm, and I am twenty years old this year. ”

Pure Realm Mid-Stage!

Twenty years old!

These eight words deeply shocked the audience, and even the dozen or so teachers couldn't help but look dark.

"It turns out that this guy is a personal disciple of the Lord of the Grinding Sword Peak, and his cultivation is still in the middle stage of the Pure Green Realm, no wonder I will lose so badly. Hmph, Yuan Qingfeng, you wait, in less than a year, I will definitely defeat you and let you taste failure. Strange, how could this guy find me, is it because I didn't have time to salute his master that day?" Fang Xiaowu secretly pondered in his heart.

"Yuan Qingfeng, you heard clearly, you are even less worthy of being my friend. Han Su'er suddenly said coldly.

What the?!

Many people are surprised.

This Han Su'er is too arrogant, she dares to say that Yuan Qingfeng is not worthy of being friends with her, and even added the word "more", which is equivalent to saying that she would rather be friends with Fang Xiaowu and others than with Yuan Qingfeng.

Is this girl crazy? Dare to say such a thing, isn't she afraid that Yuan Qingfeng will turn her face?