Chapter 3479

It seems that he also heard the discussion around the challenge arena. Mo Hao smiled and said, "enough fun, it's over."

With that, his eyes suddenly sank, and a burst of folding fans that had not been opened. Suddenly, he threw them out, spread them out, and waved them forward at the same time.

One, the wind is howling!

Jiang Feihu, who had come from the frontal impact, was directly swayed by the strong wind. Then he couldn't dodge, and his cheek was directly drawn by the folding fan.

With a magnificent force, Jiang Feihu, who was a strong man, immediately flew out of the challenge arena, drew a nearly straight line in the air, hit the wall of the martial arts academy heavily, made a loud noise, then slipped down, and then the broken brick and stone of the courtyard wall was buried in it.

In this situation, everyone in Qiuhu martial arts school was quiet. The disciples who were still talking warmly just now looked in the direction of Jiang Feihu with astonishment.

They don't understand why Jiang Feihu, the second elder martial brother who just got the upper hand, was suddenly defeated by Mo Hao so easily.

For a time, everyone was stunned and didn't know what to say.

At the moment, Mo Hao, with a confident smile on his face, looked around for a week, finally looked at the direction of curator Qiu Jinhu, bowed his hand and said in a loud voice: "I accept it!"

"Curator Qiu, Qiuhu martial arts school, do you have any other disciples?"

As soon as the words came out, the silent scene became noisy.

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

Even Qiu Jinhu seemed to have recovered his mind and hurriedly asked someone to save 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.

His mouth moved to say something, but his eyes fell on the remaining 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 even worse than Jiang Feihu, not to mention Mo Hao.

In desperation, Qiu Jinhu can only turn his eyes to Tang Heng, with a little look of expectation in his eyes.

However, Tang Heng lowered his head to avoid the eyes of the curator and did not respond.

Seeing this, Qiu Jinhu showed a look of disappointment in his eyes and turned to his father Qiu Beifeng.

Qiu Beifeng's face was as heavy as water. He didn't have any expression. When he saw his son looking at himself, he said faintly, "since you lost, admit that your skills are inferior to others, and then come down to practice well. It's no shame."

Hearing his father's words, Qiu Jinhu was a little relieved, but he also felt sad. I felt that I had disgraced my father and the whole Qiuhu martial arts school.

However, there is no other way except to admit defeat.

Qiu Jinhu took a deep breath, looked at Mo Ziyi opposite, and was ready to speak.

At this critical moment, Chen Fei stepped forward and said, "curator, let me try."

"You --" Qiu Jinhu was surprised, and then waved his hand, "Chen Fei, don't be impulsive."

In his opinion, Chen Fei's cultivation speed is very fast, but after all, his foundation is too weak. Now he can't be mo Hao's opponent.

However, Mo Hao, who is opposite, is interested now. He squints at Chen Fei and says, "curator Qiu, since younger martial brother Chen has this idea, I really want to compete with him. Why stop him."

Mo Ziyi immediately said, "brother Qiu, your disciples are so progressive. You, a master, come to stop them. It's not good."

"You --" Qiu Jinhu glared at them, ignored them, looked back at Chen Fei and said seriously, "Chen Fei, I understand your mood, but don't fool around. The only thing you have to do now is to practice martial arts and improve your strength."

Chen Fei shook his head and jumped into the arena. At the same time, he said to Qiu Jinhu, "curator, I know you care about me. However, I know what I'm doing. I have confidence."

"But -" Qiu Jinhu was still worried.

However, Qiu Beifeng stared at Chen Fei for a few seconds. He seemed to notice something. He grabbed his son and said, "since he insists, let him go."

"It's no harm for my disciples to sharpen more."

His father spoke, and Qiu Jinhu no longer objected. He could only finally charge Chen Fei: "Chen Fei, once he is defeated, he will admit defeat immediately, okay?"

"Yes!" Chen Fei nodded, then turned around, looked at Mo Hao in the challenge arena and said faintly, "please give me your advice!"

Mo Hao raised a smile at the corners of his mouth, squinted at Chen Fei and deliberately lengthened his tone, "of course, I must teach you well."

Chen Fei didn't talk nonsense with him, but directly operated his vitality, urged the "red flame fist" and blasted at Mo Hao.