Chapter 38: Qingshi Martial Arts Hall

There were several fierce fights. More than a dozen people fell on the ring, and only the winner could show a winning smile.

After the first test of the hot Qingshi Martial Arts Hall, the list of 16 people who could finally enter the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall was finally finalized, and Peer Xinqing and the golden mask were among them.

But because someone died for no reason during the test, Chen Rufeng was not very comfortable today. He puzzled to open the door. There were already stars outside, and the moon was high. After a day of fatigue, the wind helped everyone curled up in the room to rest early, so the yard was silent with the sound of the wind.

Chen Rufeng looked at the list of the final competition of the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall on the table and sighed heavily.

"Bi Xue Xuan Zhuang Wen Xiang, Can Ying Pavilion Ye Sheng Cku, Dou Ri Pai Huang Ju, Kun Peng Men Li Tian Fang." Chen Rufeng silently read four names and frowned deeply.

Will these four gangs who come to participate in the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall cheat from it again?

His fingers gently slipped across these names, and Chen Rufeng fell into another deep thought.

"The ice tomb is closed... Who should replace this vacant candidate?" Chen Rufeng frowned and knocked on the case impatiently.

Closing his eyes and thinking, suddenly he had an idea. Chen Rufeng thought of who should fill this vacancy.

In the courtyard, everything is quiet, and two people can be seen talking under the cold wind and old tree.

"What?" Ding Yu opened his mouth wide and almost jumped back in fear, "Do you want me to attend the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall?"

"Hmm." Chen Rufeng nodded in a low voice, "The ice tomb is closed, and there happens to be a vacant seat."

Ding Yu was still surprised, "But...how could it be me?"

Chen Rufeng said almost bitterly, "Actually, I'm also thinking about our Tianfeng help, so you should work for the dispatch. If our Tianfeng Gang wins the first place this time, it will benefit us a lot. I'm afraid that Xiaoyu will not be able to survive to the end alone, so if you take action, the chance of winning the championship will be much greater.

"But..." Ding Yu was still hesitant. Although the surroundings were dark and only illuminated by the stars and moon, Chen Rufeng could still see the fear on Ding Yu's face at this moment, as if he had some scruples.

Chen Rufeng, who was sensitive, immediately knew what Ding Yu was afraid of and persuaded him, "Don't hesitate any more. I know you are afraid of competing with Bi Xuexuan's people. As a former member of Bi Xuexuan, you can't hold your face, right?"

It's even more embarrassing for Ding Yu to be told something.

"If so, you have to go up and prove it to them that it was definitely a big mistake for them to drive you out of Bi Xuexuan that day. You have to use your own strength to tell them that you will never be a weak person, no less than them!" Chen Rufeng said harshly, as if thunder in the middle of the night, waking up Ding Yu.

Use your strength to fill the shame gap of the day!

As if urged by the anger in his heart, Ding Yu clenched his fists, and the scene of being expelled by his master in Bi Xuexuan flashed again in his mind.

"A wash of shame..."

Seeing Ding Yu's look and knowing that he had agreed, Chen Rufeng patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, "Then it's settled. Brother Ding, I believe you."

Ding Yu bowed his head a little humbly and said, "Master, don't call me big brother. After all, now you are the leader of a gang, and I'm just a gang..."

"Don't say that. I will be a brother for a lifetime. Even if I am the master, you will always be a respectable brother in my mind." When Chen Rufeng said this, Ding Yu suddenly had a hot current in his heart and looked at Chen Rufeng with tears in his eyes.

The next day, the warm sun shone with snow, which made the cold ice day warmer.

In the Luohe Martial Arts Museum, there is already a surge of people. Today, with no snow and no wind, Liu Yan Tower opened the top organ and opened the open air. A beam of sunshine fell first. Then the whole ring was bathed in the sun, and the venue looked particularly bright.

The ring is also full of seats. Gangs the size of Luoyang City have long occupied a lot and happily sat closest to the ring in the front row.

The ring is wide and magnificent. The pen in the center of the stage left a black ink "wu" character, and the brushwork is vigorous. There are also bells and drums to the east of the ring, which are used to issue orders and also for embellishment.

Outside the Luohe Martial Arts Museum, suddenly there was a loud noise and restlessness. It turned out that 32 people who were selected for the final test had arrived, and the people crowded at the door let them make their debuts walk in smoothly and unimpeded. The spectators began to chatter, commenting on the thirty-two people, and some people even gambled on who would be the final leader.

Chen Rufeng waited in front of the ring early. Looking at the arrival of the thirty-two people coming energetically and soundly, a big stone in his heart finally put down and hugged his fist with a smiling face and said, "Please take your seats! Now there is still an hour before the first game. You don't need to worry!"

Among the thirty-two people, Ling Xiaoyu, Pei Xinqing and Ding Yu all smiled at him, and Ze Yu also nodded to him slightly. The rest of them were cold, or rubbed their hands nervously, or smiled maliciously like the four people, such as Bi Xuexuan, Dou Ripai, Kunpengmen and Can Yingge.

After everyone listened to Chen Rufeng's arrangement to take a seat, the people of Tianfeng Gang began to be busy. There are too many onlookers, and it is inevitable to drive some people out, leaving only those who are seated. Those who wanted to see the demeanor of young chivalrous men left happily, complaining endlessly, and even some people's words were vicious.

Chen Rufeng watched the number of people on the scene gradually decrease and felt helpless. He also did so to prevent accidents. As for the source of the accident... He looked at the four gangs and couldn't help tightening his eyes when he saw them sitting there.

Everything is ready, and the final competition of Qingshi Martial Arts Hall is about to start.

"The first scene, don't laugh, Qi Huan!"

As soon as his body moved, Jun Mo smiled and moved to the ring like a ghost.

With a stick on the ground, the thin young man who had tried to show his limelight for the first time jumped to the ring, and his monkey-like eyes swept under the stage, as if he was a little discouraged that he could not get applause for his appearance.

Jun Moxiao stretched out his hand as a "please" and smiled indifferently. It seemed that the martial arts fight was just like drinking tea.

Qi Huan, the thin young man with a stick, was obviously much more nervous than Jun Mo's smile. He held his fist tightly, and then made a counterattack with a stick, piercing his horse to death.

"Dong!"

As soon as the sound of gongs and drums, the martial arts began.

Qi Huan wanted to take the lead, and the shadow of the stick swept away to Jun Moxiao. There was no empty space. He thought that with this stick method, he could lock Jun Moxiao to death, and he could only fight hard and there was nowhere to flash.

It bursts out like a needle, turning into a torrent. Jun Moxiao just took a small step to the right, taking his palm as the mirror, his palm facing his face, and the bead-shaped black gas condensed in his palm.

The people under the stage are breathless, while Chen Rufeng frowned and said, "Is this the purest magic skill of the Red Devil Altar?"

Pinched the black gas gathered in his hand. Jun Mo smiled and turned his palm into a claw shape and grabbed Qi Huan's sky-high stick. Unexpectedly, there was a black virtual claw expanding from his hand. The magic was soaring and his nails were sharp. When he inserted into the neutral of Qi Huan's stick, he tore the light and shadow, and his energy was pierced, and he could not attack Jun Moxiao neatly.

The claws suddenly disappeared, reproducing the claw shape of human flesh. However, Jun Moxiao did not keep this claw shape and clenched his fist again. His fingers gently popped up, and a black gas rushed out like a scattered ghost. He secretly broke Qi Huan's fierce stick with invisible and strong strength. Qi Huan held the stick and was shocked and could no longer hold the offensive steadily. His stick method was full of flaws at this moment, and a strong attack I'm afraid that there will be a good opportunity for you to laugh, and immediately retreat and withdraw the offensive.

Looking at Qi Huan's already breathless appearance, Jun Moxiao was still as relaxed as before, as if he didn't exert much strength.

At first glance, Jun Moxiao has a chance of winning. Under this trade-off, Jun Moxiao's next attack with all his strength will definitely disrupt Qi Huan's feet and win without any suspense.

But Jun Moxiao stood still, motionless, just smiling to welcome people.

Qi Huan was very angry and thought that it was his contemptuousness. He hit the ground with a stick, tried his best, and swept it out, and rushed to Jun Moxiao like a desperate beast.

A deep scar also appeared on the ground, which showed that this spirit was fierce, and it was also Qi Huan's rush to jump over the wall.

Qi Huan is well aware of the reason for the trade-off. Just now, if he can't make a fierce attack, he has put himself at a disadvantage. He can only put his bets in this blow and try to knock him down.

Junmo smiled and looked at the oncoming sharpness and was not in a hurry. His fingers went forward a little in the air, as if there was a silent rupture burst out, twisting the powerful spirit into a breath.

"What a powerful inner family!" Someone under the stage marveled.

Chen Rufeng looked at Jun Moxiao, and secretly felt the interests of this person in his heart. He was worthy of being one of the four envoys of the Red Devil Altar.

Qi Huan has exhausted his combat power. He knelt down on one knee and supported the ground with a stick. His eyes were extremely frightened and shook his head to believe that he was defeated. But the facts were in front of him. He couldn't even hold on to the stick, and he fell to the ground with a loose stick.

"I... dropped." Qi Huan buried his face and raised his applause. Jun Mo smiled and nod his head to Qi Huan. At the same time, he held his fist under the stage, always with a modest smile on his face.

"Whirt, don't laugh!"

After the two sides step down, Jun Moxiao looked at Chen Rufeng with a meaningful smile. Chen Rufeng looked at him disapprovingly and then withdrew his eyes.

Jun Moxiao walked by Chen Rufeng intentionally or unintentionally and said in a very low voice, "Master Chen, I think there is something you are interested in here. If you don't mind, you can meet at the gate of the martial arts school for a while in the next competition. It won't delay Master Chen for too long.

Chen Rufeng was still thinking and raised his head in astonishment, but saw that Jun Moxiao had passed by this side and returned to the original position and sat down with a deep smile.