As soon as Su Feng returned to his previous seat for a while, Yang Muxi, who had easily solved his opponent, came back.

This guy said apologetically as he walked: "I'm really embarrassed, narrowly win, exchange competition, friendship first, friendship first......"

Looking at the sincere apology on this guy's handsome face, everyone couldn't say anything for a while.

Otherwise, others still think that they can't afford to lose, in that case, they will lose both the game and the martial arts.

There are even a few girls who make excuses for Yang Muxi: "There are winners and losers in the game, how can he be blamed?" ”

In exchange for the white eyes of the people around him.

Yang Muxi sat back next to Su Feng and asked with a smile, "I see that you weren't here just now, why did you go?" didn't look at his brother's chic heroism in the ring. ”

Su Feng glanced at this sassy guy, he could still be distracted in the ring, and he was worthy of being a genius who was highlighted by Uncle Chen.

Su Feng replied lightly: "There was something just now. ”

Without waiting for this gossipy guy to ask anything, Su Feng stood up, because his name appeared on the big screen of the school martial arts hall.

【Eighth Middle School: Su Feng】

In the next round, he replaced a player from the eighth middle school who originally participated in the competition and represented the eighth middle school.

It seems that Mr. Hou can't wait to let himself win back face for the eighth middle school.

"Hey, Su Feng, look, there is actually a person with the same name as you in your school."

Yang Muxi, who was still outside the facts, said in surprise to Su Feng when he saw the list of players on the screen.

But Su Feng looked at this guy and said, "Give up your legs, I'm going to play." ”

"You...... Play? ”

Yang Muxi's eyes widened in shock.

Su Feng's classmates on the side were also shocked.

How can it be?

Su Feng, a junior martial artist, how could he be sent out by the school to participate in the competition, isn't this nonsense?

The shocked Yang Muxi quickly thought of something, stood up, and looked at Su Feng with an excited look on his face.

Su Feng smiled and nodded at him, confirming his guess.

"Hahaha, you guy even hid it from me, it's not interesting."

Su Feng explained: "It wasn't long ago. ”

"Okay, hurry up and get on the field, when the exchange game is over, our brothers must go to have a good meal tonight to celebrate."

Su Feng nodded, and walked towards the competition stage under the shocked gazes of the surrounding students.

Obviously, they haven't been able to think of the Awakened Martial Artists yet, after all, the number of Awakened Martial Artists is too small, and sometimes the whole city may not be able to produce one.

Yang Muxi was able to think of it so quickly, and it was also because he was an awakened martial artist himself.

Su Feng walked onto the No. 3 martial arts platform where he was, the martial fighting platform was about twelve meters long and eight meters wide, and if he was knocked out of the circle, or directly subdued, he would lose.

At this time, Su Feng's opponent this time also came up.

It is a tall young man, who is a head taller than Su Feng, who is 1.8 meters tall, and his sturdy figure is in stark contrast to Su Feng, who is slightly thin.

In the stands at this time, the students of the eighth middle school were asking who this Su Feng was.

Among the famous masters in the eighth middle school, there is no such person at all, and the people who ask the key class also say that they don't know each other.

When they learned from the third class that this Su Feng was actually a classmate in their class, and the results of the last monthly exam were only junior martial artists, the entire stand suddenly exploded.

Originally, the eighth middle school lost three games in a row, which made these young people with strong blood breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Now the school actually let a junior martial artist play, what is the difference between this and admitting defeat!

At this time, Chen Sikun, who was sitting in the central stand, ignored the inquiries of the two old guys next to him, and leaned back on the back of the chair and drank tea for a long time.

Just as some of the students were about to go to the teacher to protest, the competition on the stage began.

Su Feng's opponent this time, Liu Tao, is the second master of the fourth middle school, although his strength has not reached the quasi-martial artist level, but his fist power has also exceeded 900kg, and his combat power has increased by 1.14, which is stronger than the key class master of the eighth middle school.

Liu Tao looked at the unfamiliar Su Feng in front of him, and among the masters who needed to pay attention to the eighth middle school that their teacher told them, there was no such person at all.

It seems that I was unlucky this time, and I drew a soft persimmon.

At the beginning of the game, Liu Tao burst into a loud cheer and took the lead in rushing towards Su Feng, kicking Su Feng to the side with a powerful whip leg.

He's going to have to play quickly and stay fit for the rest of the game.

But just when he was thinking that he would have such good luck in the next round of lottery, Su Feng in front of him suddenly moved.

Liu Tao only felt a flower in front of him, and then a whip leg that was faster and heavier than him was kicked, and then kicked him in the flank.

Then he found himself rising from the ground, getting farther and farther away from Su Feng......

The tall body was kicked out of the martial arts platform by Su Feng, and he fell to the ground and rolled a few times before stopping.

"Eighth middle school Su Feng, win!"

With the referee's announcement, it sounded.

The originally noisy stands, as if they had been cast a silent magic, suddenly became silent.

The students who got up to protest also opened their mouths wide and looked incredulous.

Especially the classmates in Su Feng's third class, one by one, it was as if they had seen a ghost.

Is this Su Feng?

Is this a junior martial artist?

Are you kidding!?

The silence lasted for a moment, followed by the most fervent cheers.

Don't worry about who Su Feng is, the key is, they won, Bazhong won!

The teachers and students of the eighth middle school, who have lost three games in a row and are holding a breath in their hearts, need a victory to release this breath, let alone Su Feng, an absolutely crushing victory.

The whole arena was boiling.

I don't know who took the lead, but soon, the entire school martial arts hall, including some teachers, stood up and let out a neat shout together.

"Su Feng, Su Feng, Su Feng......"

Su Feng, who was standing on the competition stage below, listened to the sound of shouting his name over and over again, and looked at the young faces around him who were so excited that they were flushed, and he also felt his blood boiling at this time.

Su Feng got down from the competition platform, and like Yang Muxi, he didn't go back to the preparation room, but went back to the seat he had just taken.

Along the way, the surrounding classmates cheered and applauded him as if welcoming the hero's return.

The school girls who had disdainful of him before, as well as those high-level martial arts students, also gathered around to celebrate him.

After all, he is a genius martial artist, but now he is the most sought-after fragrant bun in the world.

With the strength that Su Feng is showing now, and comparing it with his results in the last monthly exam, if he can't guess that Su Feng is an awakened martial artist, then his IQ is really in a depression.

In addition to Su Feng being surrounded here, Chen Sikun, who was pretending to drink tea, was also surrounded by the martial arts directors of other middle schools.

"Okay, you old Chen, you actually hid such a hand, I didn't expect that there was also an awakened martial artist in your eighth middle school this time, and no news was revealed before."

Lao Qian, the director of martial arts in No. 1 Middle School, looked at Chen Sikun, who was almost unable to hold back the smile on his face, and said jealously.

The directors who did not have awakened martial artists in their own schools around them responded even more sourly.

Chen Sikun naturally wouldn't say it, he just found out that he was just a few minutes earlier than you.

Instead, he cleared his throat and said calmly: "I'm not the kind of person who likes to show off, there is a natural martial artist in the school, so I preach it everywhere, for fear that others won't know." ”

"What? It's actually a natural martial artist who awakens the body? ”

That was the seedling of a ninth-level martial artist in the future.

The directors now want to join forces to beat up this old guy with a flat face.

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