Chapter 3479

As if he also heard the discussions around the ring, Mo Hao smiled and said, "Enough playing, it's time to end."

After finishing speaking, his eyes suddenly sank, and the folding fan, which had been folded but not opened, suddenly flicked vigorously, spread the folding fan, and swung it forward at the same time.

One, the wind howls!

Jiang Feihu, who was coming from a frontal impact, was directly shaken by the gust of wind, and then couldn't dodge in time, and his cheek was directly drawn by the folding fan.

A majestic force instantly flew the burly Jiang Feihu out of the ring, drew a nearly straight line in the air, and slammed it heavily on the wall of the martial arts hall, making a bang, and then slid down , and then the smashed courtyard wall masonry was buried in it.

Such a situation made everyone in the Qiuhu Martial Arts Hall quiet. The disciples who were discussing enthusiastically just now looked in the direction of Jiang Feihu dumbfounded, their faces full of astonishment.

They didn't understand why Jiang Feihu, the second senior brother who had the upper hand just now, was suddenly defeated so easily by Mo Hao.

For a moment, everyone was stunned, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, Mo Hao, with a confident smile on his face, looked around for a week, and finally looked in the direction of the curator Qiu Jinhu, clasped his hands and said loudly: "I have accepted it!"

"May I ask Curator Qiu, Qiuhu Wuguan, do you have any other direct disciples?"

As soon as these words came out, the silent scene suddenly became lively.

Many Qiuhu martial arts disciples spoke out one after another, some were angry, some were ashamed, and some were helpless.

Even Qiu Jinhu seemed to have just come to his senses, and hurriedly sent someone to rescue Jiang Feihu. After confirming that Jiang Feihu's life was not in danger, Qiu Jinhu breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was still quite ugly.

He moved his mouth, wanting to say something, but his eyes fell on the remaining direct disciples, but he didn't know what to say.

Because, he is very familiar with the remaining disciples. Although their strength is good, they are all inferior to Jiang Feihu, let alone Mo Hao.

In desperation, Qiu Jinhu could only cast his eyes on Tang Heng, with a little expectation in his eyes.

However, Tang Heng lowered his head to avoid the curator's gaze, and did not respond.

Seeing this, Qiu Jinhu looked disappointed, and turned to look at his father Qiu Beifeng.

Qiu Beifeng's face was as deep as water, expressionless. Seeing his son looking towards him, he said indifferently: "Since you lost, then admit that your skills are inferior to others, and then come down and practice hard. There is nothing shameful about it."

Hearing his father's words, Qiu Jinhu breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt sad. I feel like I have humiliated my father and the entire Qiuhu martial arts school.

However, the matter has come to this point, and there is no other way but to admit defeat.

Qiu Jinhu took a deep breath, looked at Mo Ziyi on the opposite side, and was about to speak.

And at this critical moment, Fade Chen stepped forward and said, "Curator, let me try."

"You—" Qiu Jinhu was surprised, then waved his hands and said, "Fade Chen, don't be impulsive."

In his opinion, although Fade Chen practiced very fast, his foundation was too weak after all, so he couldn't be Mo Hao's opponent now.

However, Mo Hao, who was facing him, became interested at the moment. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Fade Chen, and then said: "Director Qiu, since Junior Brother Chen has this idea, I just want to discuss it with him." , why stop it."

Mo Ziyi immediately chimed in and said, "Brother Qiu, your disciples are so motivated. You, a master, come to stop you, isn't it good?"

"You——" Qiu Jinhu glared at the two of them, ignored them, looked back at Fade Chen, and said seriously, "Fade Chen, I understand your feelings, but don't mess around, the only thing you have to do now is to practice martial arts well , enhance strength."

Fade Chen shook his head lightly, jumped onto the ring, and at the same time said to Qiu Jinhu: "Curator, I know you care about me. However, I know what I'm doing, and I have confidence."

"But—" Qiu Jinhu was still worried.

However, at this moment, Qiu Beifeng stared at Fade Chen for a few seconds, vaguely aware of something, grabbed his son and said, "Since he insists, let him go."

"It won't hurt for the disciples to sharpen a little more."

His father spoke up, and Qiu Jinhu no longer objected, so he could only tell Fade Chen finally: "Fade Chen, once you lose, you will immediately admit defeat, understand?"

"En!" Fade Chen nodded, then turned around, looked at Mo Hao on the ring, and said lightly, "Please enlighten me!"

Mo Hao raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, squinted at Fade Chen, and deliberately elongated his tone, "Of course, I must teach you well."

Fade Chen didn't talk nonsense with him, and directly circulated his vitality, activated the "Red Flame Fist", and blasted towards Mo Hao.

"Nine layers of "Red Flame Fist", the power is good!" Mo Hao commented, although the words were exaggerated, but his expression seemed dismissive.

After all, he already knew that Fade Chen had practiced the "Red Flame Fist" to the ninth level, which was quite powerful.

But in the final analysis, the "Red Flame Fist" technique itself is just a commodity, and its level is too low, so it won't pose much threat to Mo Hao if he reaches the ninth level.

"call!"

With this mentality, Mo Hao lightly raised his right hand, trying to knock Fade Chen's fist away with his folding fan.

However, when his folding fan and Fade Chen's fist hit each other, an accident happened.

A strong and violent energy exploded directly, and the surging energy seemed to knock Mo Hao's folding fan into the air.

This kind of power has already exceeded Mo Hao's expectations.

His complexion changed, he took a few steps back quickly, then his complexion sank, and he snorted coldly: "I underestimated you."

"But let's end here!"

While speaking, the vitality on Mo Hao's body began to surge, bursting out in bursts of vigor, and his clothes were fluttering, full of momentum.

This time, Mo Hao exploded at least 70% of his strength, ready to defeat Fade Chen with one move.

Regarding this, Fade Chen was still indifferent, the Red Flame Fist wrapped in nine layers of flames in his hand, like a roaring beast, charged towards Mo Hao.

"boom!"

There was another collision, another loud bang.

A gust of vitality exploded on the ring, and the overflowing vitality set off a gust of wind.

Mo Hao, who was going to win with one blow, was hit by this momentum and retreated several steps. He almost didn't fall when he reached the edge of the ring.

On the contrary, Fade Chen still stood there, seemingly unaffected.

This situation made Mo Hao's face grim.

Originally, he planned to easily defeat Fade Chen, slap his face severely, and then show his strength in front of Qiu Rufeng.

In the end, he didn't expect that after two moves in succession, he fell into a disadvantage instead.

This is absolutely intolerable to Mo Hao.

At this moment, Yang Tian let out a roar, and the vitality in his body surged wildly, and his momentum continued to rise, and finally reached the peak.