Local, foreign, foreign, and neutral, among the four camps of apprentice warriors, the newcomer Han Fei had to make a choice among them anyway, otherwise he would only be excluded by everyone, which was obviously not a good choice.

Someone had already come to woo him yesterday, but Han Fei had already made his choice, and he walked towards the east stand of the martial arts training ground, where the number of people was not large, but it was not the least - the neutral camp.

At this time, the head tutor Han Tianli said in a deep voice: "Today is free practice, there is no skill assessment, if there is a competition in martial arts, it must be stopped, don't forget that the Han family in the world is a family!"

His voice was not very loud, but it clearly spread to every corner of the martial arts field, and many apprentice warriors couldn't help but puff up their chests.

This extremely loud slogan has been passed down for thousands of years, and thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the Han clan did not know how much blood and sacrifice they had paid in order to overthrow the cruel rule of the demon clan, in exchange for the current ranking of the twelve wealthy families in Donghua.

Although Han Fei was not a real member of the Han clan, when he read the family history, he was still shocked by the passionate pride contained between the lines.

But at this moment in the here and now, when Han Fei heard this sentence again, he read a trace of helplessness in it.

He felt something, but on the surface, he remained silent and walked onto the wooden platform, although the apprentice warriors sitting on the platform did not have much enthusiasm for welcome, but they did not resist Han Fei joining his side - after all, they were all more mavericks who did not want to get involved in disputes, and if it wasn't for the sake of avoiding being completely isolated, they wouldn't have come together.

Just as Han Fei was about to find a place to sit down first, a voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Senior Brother Han Fei, welcome to join the Martial Arts Hall, I wonder if you are interested in having a friendly competition with me, so that everyone can see what kind of strength the genius child from Xi Shui City has?"

Han Fei slowly turned around, only to see a white-clothed young warrior standing proudly with his sword on the martial arts training ground, his eyes blazing directly at him, his expression was actually a little familiar.

On the first day of officially studying in the martial arts hall, Han Fei originally had the intention of being familiar with his face and watching the excitement, but he didn't expect that as soon as he appeared, someone would come to the door immediately.

In fact, when he was in the private room of the restaurant last night, Han Bixuan had reminded him that someone might be looking for trouble today, but Han Fei didn't take it to heart at that time, and now it seems that she is fully qualified to be a prophet.

However, Han Bixuan even told him that in the martial arts, strength is the top, no matter how low your status is, as long as you have the strength to be proud of your peers, you will win everyone's respect, so you can not cause trouble but you must not be afraid of things, and in the face of challenges, even if you know that you are going to lose, you must not bow your head, only in this way can you gain a foothold in the martial arts.

Han Fei completely listened to this sentence, so after hearing the challenge from the white-clothed warrior, he raised his eyebrows and replied without hesitation, "Report your name!"

With a condescending posture and an irresistible tone, the momentum of the white-clothed warrior was suddenly suffocated, and his face was a little ugly: "Han Mudong, a third-order senior martial artist, my brother is Han Muhua!"

The confrontation between the two sides had already started from the time he spoke, but Han Fei completely had the upper hand with one sentence, according to the rules of the matchup, the challenger needed to report his name and identity first, Han Mudong didn't say it at first, and as a result, Han Fei easily caught the loophole.

Compared with Han Fei, this Han Mudong is still a little tender after all, and when the last sentence is spoken, it is even more imposing, and it is completely redundant.

It turns out that he is looking for a field for his brother! Han Fei suddenly felt suddenly, no wonder he was a little familiar, it turned out to be Han Muhua's younger brother, but he was undoubtedly much more handsome than Han Muhua, and the young warrior was definitely the dream lover of a young girl.

Han Fei smiled slightly, and stepped down the wooden platform he had just stepped on, and a warrior next to him whispered, "Han Fei, defeat him!"

With the exception of one Arbitration Samurai, all the Instructors retreated to the wooden platform to watch, and they had their own exclusive seats, which happened to be between the two major forces of the local children of the royal capital and the children of foreign families.

True samurai are trained in a hundred battles, and the martial arts fully encourage the competition between apprentices, not only allowing the apprentice warriors to use the limited martial spirit circle for free, but also having a special arbitration samurai and spirit mage to ensure the safety of both warring parties.

Without any extra nonsense, Han Fei took the bladeless heavy sword handed over by the Arbitration Warrior and stepped into the Martial Arts Restriction Array.

The strength of the Wangdu Martial Hall was by no means comparable to that of the Xishui Sanctuary, and the magic circle used for the competition was at least five or six times larger, and the two sides could fight with all their might without any scruples.

Standing on the side of the magic circle, Han Fei held the sword in his right hand and erected it in front of his chest, and his left hand reached out and flicked lightly on the dark sword, a wisp of true qi swirling around his fingertips.

Boom! The blade shuddered slightly, and let out a low echo.

Han Fei nodded secretly in his heart, judging by his judgment as a creator, the bladeless heavy sword in his hand was made of top-grade thousand-forged fine iron, mixed with a large amount of black iron, which was enough to withstand the infusion of seventy or eighty percent of his Dou Qi, and considering the effect of the Martial Restriction Array, even if it was infused with ten percent of the Dou Qi power, it would definitely not be damaged.

Han Mudong stood opposite him, the distance between the two sides was more than fifty meters, the flat and smooth ground revealed a milky white light, and a translucent mana barrier slowly rose around the two of them.

With the appearance of the mana barrier, a huge invisible pressure suddenly enveloped Han Fei's whole body, although he was not comfortable with his movements, the Dou Qi Nebula in the sea of star qi suddenly dimmed a lot.

When the two sides were about to face off, the stands on the side of the martial arts field suddenly erupted in warm applause and cheers.

"Dong Shao, I support you and defeat that country boy!"

"Han Mudong, if you lose, don't come to our salon again in the future!"

"Mu Dong, I pressed two thousand gold coins on you, you kid must win!"

...... Of course, these voices all came from the camp of the children of the royal capital to which Han Mudong belonged, while the other three parties were surprisingly calm, and it was not that no one wanted to support Han Fei-for-tat, but seeing that the companions around him were silent, they gave up after hesitation.

After all, Han Fei chose neutrality, and the people in the neutral camp were undoubtedly the most disunited, not to mention the trust that Han Fei had just joined.

Hearing these noisy shouts, Han Tianli, who was sitting in the center of the stands, looked a little unhappy, although he was from the orthodox direct line of the Han clan, he never wanted to see disputes within the clan, you must know that the battle between the direct descendants of the royal capital and the children of the side lines from other places in the martial arts hall was by no means as simple as the two groups of young people fighting each other on the surface.

It's just that all the hustle and bustle didn't affect the two people standing in the magic circle, although Han Mudong was young, he seemed to have the demeanor of a warrior, holding the heavy sword obliquely and looking directly at the opponent in front of him.

"Be careful and don't forget who you are!" said the warrior in charge of acting as the arbiter, and quickly retreated outside the spirit circle.

His exit marks the official start of this matchup.

At this time, Han Mudong suddenly spoke: "Han Fei, as long as you don't pester Sister Bixuan in the future, I can only fight to a draw with you!"

Although the distance between the two sides was quite far, in the relatively quiet magic circle, Han Fei still listened to the other party's words word for word, and almost vomited blood.

He wanted to rush over directly and kick the other party to the ground: "Have you watched the soap opera at eight o'clock, and you are embarrassed to show such a childish dialogue?"

The most ridiculous thing is that the duel has not yet begun, this young master actually has no doubt that he will win, and he is completely speaking in the tone of a winner, are these royal children staying in the prosperous Sein, and they no longer know what the outside world is like?

"You definitely didn't brush your teeth today!" Han Fei shook his head and said, "And you're still verbose like a!"

I don't know which of Han Fei's words touched Han Mudong's nerves, his originally fair-skinned face suddenly revealed a blood-colored light, and the heavy sword sword body in his hand ignited red flames.

"Die!"

With a roar of rage, the little white face suddenly turned into a berserk beast, like an enraged fire tiger that suddenly rushed out of a distance of more than ten meters, and slashed the heavy sword with both arms aimed at Han Fei in the air!

In just a split second, a stream of fire dragon flames roared out from his sword body, baring its teeth and claws to pounce on Han Fei to burn him to ashes.

Fire Advanced Fighting Skill, the most lethal of all advanced fighting skills!

Han Mudong shot out angrily, and when he came up, he tried his best, this move Yan Long broke him and released a quarter of the fighting qi in the sea of star qi at one time, and the power of the fighting technique was pushed to the extreme, even if it was suppressed by the spirit magic array, as long as it hit Han Fei, it was enough to make Han Fei fall to the ground on the spot, and if he didn't die, he would have to shed his skin!

It's just that Han Mudong didn't know that this move Yan Long Po was also Han Fei's housekeeping skill, and his understanding of fire fighting skills was only above him.

The fire dragon hit Han Fei, but it was just an afterimage that remained in place, and the real Han Fei easily dodged the slower Yan Dragon with a slower attack speed just by using his speed, and raised his heavy sword to approach Han Mudong.

The distance between the two sides was originally only about fifty meters, but Han Mudong rushed through more than ten meters, he slowed down and just withdrew the heavy sword he swung, thinking that he had hit the opponent, Han Fei rushed in front of him like lightning, and jumped in the air!

The sword flashed, and the heavy sword with the aura of death suddenly descended on the top of Han Mudong's head!

In the stands around the martial arts arena, many apprentice warriors exclaimed at the same time!

(To be continued)