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If he were to win again, he would receive a generous reward, and his life would be improved. In addition, he also had a prejudice against this handsome young man, so he hoped that this young man who did not have a very good background would win the competition.

With the strength of this burly youth in front of him, he would probably lose the match. After Li Haotian's match ended, Feng Ji watched his match. He had seen much in strength and experience, and Li Haotian was quite experienced in actual combat. In this aspect, Li Haotian was of no advantage to him.

There was a good chance that he would lose the match, so what should he do?

Feng Feng Feng frowned and rolled his eyes. He squeezed out of the crowd and gently patted Hu Zi's shoulder. With a bright smile, he said: "Brother, you're too amazing. You really are my idol!"

Caught off guard, Hu Zi was slapped on the shoulder and was slightly startled. He instinctively clenched his fists and prepared to attack, but when he looked back and saw the warm smile on the other party's face, he promptly retracted his fist and scratched his head. He said somewhat embarrassedly, "Don't envy me.

It was obvious that Hu Zi regarded Feng Feng Feng as his own fan. These days, who didn't have a few fans!

Hu Zi treated Feng Feng as his own fan, and the referee treated Hu Zi as his friend, so he said expressionlessly, "Is he your friend? I'll give you a few breaths of time to talk, and you can finish what you have to say as soon as possible. "

Hu Zi's attire was similar to that of Feng Feng's, both wore coarse hemp clothes, and Li Haotian also thought that they were friends, so he did not object and followed the referee to Ring Seven.

Hu Zi saw that the referee wasn't looking too good and was afraid that the referee would disqualify him from the competition. He quickly said to Feng Feiyun, "Brother, I still want to fight. If there's nothing urgent, we can talk after the competition."

"After the competition, it will be too late." Feng Feng looked around at the crowd, and noticed the handsome youth's companion whispering into Hu Zi's ear, "Just now I watched your opponent's match. He was extremely agile, and his upper body was quite defensive, without any flaws. However, the defense of his lower body is more relaxed. As long as you grab onto the loophole in the defense of his lower body and give him a big blow, you will be able to defeat him easily. "

Although the referee had gone far away and the voice of the peak was very soft, the referee still heard him. Because this didn't count as a violation of the rules, the referee wasn't angry and turned around to look at Feng Feiyun admiringly a few more times.

The judge's name was Lu Wei, and he was an elder of the Clear River Palace, a grade one Martial Ancestor Realm. He had just presided over a match between Li Haotian and knew all the advantages and disadvantages of Li Haotian.

When Lu Wei heard someone's evaluation of Li Haotian, he thought Li Haotian was at least a Martial Master. Thus, he couldn't help but turn around and take a look. However, when he saw that the person at the peak was a teenager with long hair, his curiosity was piqued.

As a fifteen-year-old youth, even if he started cultivating inside his mother's womb, it would still be impossible for him to reach the Martial Master realm.

Lu Wei originally thought that he had seen wrongly, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances at the peak. When he confirmed that his peak cultivation was not that of a Martial Master, but a Grade Three Martial Disciple, he shook his head in disappointment.

A fifteen-year-old Third-rank Martial Disciple's aptitude was too ordinary. It was likely that he would never be able to enter the Martial Ancestor Realm in his entire life. If Lu Wei saw that Feng Feng Feng's cultivation was only at the first stage of Martial Disciple realm one day ago, he would have immediately assessed him as a trash.

Lu Wei's cultivation base was a Grade One Martial Ancestor. However, he was still relatively young and was less than fifty years old. He should be able to enter the Martial King realm before the age of a hundred.

In the Xuan Wu Continent, a Martial Master could accept disciples, and a Martial Ancestor Realm could start a sect. The Sect Leaders of the larger sects were all Martial Kings, and as the Palace Head of the Southern Xuan Region's largest sect, Clear River Palace, their cultivations had reached the pinnacle of the Martial King Realm and they were about to break through to the Martial Emperor Realm.

Martial Emperor Stage experts could be counted on one hand in the entire Xuan Wu Continent.

Hu Zi saw a strange young man coming up with ideas for him and said gratefully, "Little brother, once I win this competition and have the money, I'll definitely treat you to a drink at the Drunken Immortal Tavern."

Drunken Immortal Tavern was the most luxurious restaurant in Clear River City, even in the Southern Xuan Region. Just a casual meal would cost several thousand gold coins. Several thousand gold coins was nothing to those young masters, but to someone like Hu Zi, who came from a noble background, it was enough for him to live for a few years.

The peak of the mountain was not like the big spendthrift Brother Wang Sun. He quickly stopped the burly teenager's ridiculous behavior and said, "There's no need to be so extravagant. After you win, just randomly find a place to pinch them."

"Alright, that's settled then."

Hu Zi was not an unreasonable person, when he saw the referee and Li Haotian go up onto the stage, he immediately answered and quickly walked towards the stage.

After taking two steps, Hu Zi turned around and shouted at the peak, "Brother, no matter if you win or lose, once this competition is over, I'll treat you to a drink."

Hu Zi was usually a bit simple-minded, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell that this young man in plain clothes was someone he could befriend.

After the third round ended, it was time for lunch. There were about two hours of rest.

After Hu Zi left, a few youths walked towards the peak. They were Li Haotian's companions.

Fatty Li, who had a round face, rubbed his hands together as he walked. "Brat, what did you say to that big guy?"

"What does what I said have to do with you?" Feng Feng Feng said disdainfully. He didn't even put the other party in his eyes.

The big fatty in front of him had the same cultivation level as the wretched youth. Yesterday, he had heavily injured the wretched youth with just the cultivation of a first level martial artist. Now that his cultivation had increased by two levels, there was no reason to be afraid of their provocation.

Fatty Li's face sank, he looked at Li Haotian and said: "Of course it's okay, his opponent is my cousin."

It would be even better if it was your cousin. Feng Chong gave a cheap smile to Fatty Li and said, "Do you really want to hear what I've told my brother?"

Fatty Li looked at the peak as if he were looking at a fool. "Of course I want to hear it. Otherwise, why would I ask blindly?"

"Since you want to hear it, then I'll tell you the truth." "I just told my brother that his opponent is a scumbag, and I told him to not show any mercy."

"You …" Fatty Dun's face sank as he pointed to the peak and gnashed his teeth as he said, "I think you must be tired of living."

"I was tired of living yesterday, but I'm still alive today. Come bite me." At the peak, he raised his middle finger towards Fatty Li.

"You …" When Fatty Li saw the humiliating actions of Feng Feiyun, he could not help but get angry. He clenched his fist until it made a cracking sound and quickly rushed towards Feng Feiyun.