Chapter 3459

Zheng Yun off the court also heard the introduction of Yao Tianxing.

He raised his mouth and showed a disdainful smile, "Samsung martial arts? Let me see how you practice!"

The skills and martial arts of the whole Dayan world, even weapons, arrays, runes, potions and other items, are classified from low to high, from one star to nine stars.

The three-star martial arts of "red flame fist" can be regarded as the top skill that ordinary people can touch.

However, if you put them among the disciples of these martial arts schools, especially in the top martial arts schools such as Qiuhu martial arts school and Nanshan Academy.

This three-star martial art is not enough.

After all, they are the top three martial arts schools. Generally speaking, those who can become their own disciples have the opportunity to choose a five-star martial art for practice.

The six star and seven star martial arts skills of a talented disciple like Yao Tianxing also have the opportunity to obtain.

As for Mo Hao's genius, it's even more amazing. Mo Ziyi, the president of Nanshan academy and Mo Hao's father, taught Mo Hao the only eight Star Skill in the Academy.

Although Zheng Yun was not as good as these talented disciples, he also practiced a five-star martial art, sword technique and autumn wind dance.

At the moment, he saw that Chen Fei used his three-star martial arts to deal with himself. He didn't pay attention at all. He smiled and was very confident.

"Since younger martial brother Chen used the martial arts of Qiuhu martial arts school, I'll show you the martial arts of Nanshan Academy."

These words changed the faces of both Nanshan academy and Qiuhu martial arts school.

Nanshan academy is basically filled with excitement.

Almost all the people in Qiuhu martial arts school looked dignified.

The third senior brother was even more impolite and said, "Zheng Yun, it's not a good thing. Play tricks."

"It's obviously the two of them who fight directly. They have to name the martial arts of Qiuhu martial arts school and his martial arts of Nanshan Academy."

"If they win, don't they say that his martial arts of Nanshan academy are better than those of my Qiuhu martial arts school?"

Hearing what third senior brother said, many disciples changed their faces and scolded secretly.

Although they all know that it is totally unfair to compare the three-star martial arts with the other party's five-star martial arts. Losing doesn't mean anything.

However, public opinion is often not so.

At that time, Chen Fei lost. This result came out with the people on the scene. People would only say that the people of Qiuhu martial arts school lost and their martial arts skills also lost. They are not as good as each other.

Ordinary people don't understand and don't want to understand the details. You only need to hear one result.

In that case, the impact on the reputation of Qiuhu martial arts school may be greater than expected.

Thinking of this, even the eldest martial brother Tang Heng's face darkened. It seemed that he was impulsive and wanted Chen Fei to admit defeat. Don't compete.

However, at the moment, in the central competition field, Zheng Yun pointed to Cheng Jian and stabbed forward.

This stab is extremely fast and moves erratically, like a leaf dancing in the autumn wind. It is completely unable to capture its trajectory and unpredictable.

Seeing this, Tang Heng's face changed again, and his secret way was bad: "the autumn wind dance sword technique is the five-star martial art of Nanshan academy, and there are nine in total. Looking at Zheng Yun's move, I'm afraid it has been practiced to three times and has great power."

Speaking of this, Tang Heng turned to Qiu Rufeng and asked, "seven younger martial sisters, Chen Fei has only been practicing ChiYan boxing for half a month."

"Well, yes. He learned this martial art only after he became a registered disciple." Qiu Rufeng nodded.

Hearing the speech, the third senior brother said, "that's over. The three-star martial arts are not as good as the five-star martial arts. Chen Fei has just practiced for a long time. He will lose in the competition, and he may lose very ugly."

"Seventh younger martial sister, when I came here just now, I said, don't bring others. You have to. Now, we're going to disgrace the whole martial arts school." Third senior brother blamed me.

Qiu Rufeng bit her lips. She wanted to refute a few words, but finally she didn't speak, but looked at Chen Fei off the court.

She vaguely felt that Chen Fei would surprise herself.

At the moment, Zheng Yun in the field, his dancing fingers, like a sharp sword, suddenly stabbed Chen Fei in the chest.

Chen Fei still stood still, his right fist surrounded by flames.

"Whew!"

Zheng Yun suddenly quickened his speed and suddenly stabbed out his right fingers.

"Defeat!"

He wore a confident smile around his mouth.

Facing this stab, Chen Fei did not dodge and bombarded him with his right fist.

Bang, their right hands met.

Zheng Yun raised his mouth and looked at Chen Fei and said, "fight with me! Let me show you the strength of my Nanshan academy!"

"Hoo!"

With that, Zheng Yun made a sudden effort to pierce Chen Fei's red flame.