"Okay, boss. I'll go first. If I lose, you can come again!"

Fang Hu was ready to rub his hands.

"Um!"

Nodding slightly, Qin Feng followed to the battle stand in the center of the first floor.

There, many warriors have begun to gather together. But these people have lost more or less, so they are extremely cautious in advance. Qin Feng even saw that many people were secretly investigating the other party's strength.

If you find that the opponent's strength is stronger than that of you, you will come forward to make a fight. Otherwise, you will refuse.

Under such circumstances, there has been a deadlock in the scene. Basically no one dares to go to the stage to fight!

After leaping, Fang Hu laughed and said loudly: "Where is not talented, I will ask all the heroes for advice!"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, it immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Unexpectedly, Fang Hu's words really caused discussion.

"What is this silly boy doing? Do you think he is a hero in the world?"

"This is not incomprehensible. Which boy has no heroic dream? But even if this kid is looking for death, I can't blame me."

After saying that, a young warrior was about to come forward to challenge. When he clinked, he saw a figure in front of him, and a kite turned over and stopped steadily on the battle stage. He stood in front of Fang Hu before everyone.

This person is six feet tall, has a good appearance, is wearing gorgeous clothes, and has a seventh level of spiritual breath.

"Boy, even if you want to be a hero so much, then Pei Huan will play with you today, but don't cry and refuse to admit your account later."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, it immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Fang Hu was angry and pointed at the person who came and said, "Hmph, the surname Pei. What kind of heroic and heroic skills do you think of? If you are a man, just practice with me."

"Okay, practice, practice. But we have to say first, how big is the bet?"

After snatching from my arms, Fang Hu took out four little snow pills and said, "I only have four little snow pills on me. If you have less than four, you can bet as big as you want."

"oh!"

Pei Huan was suddenly ecstatic. He was at the seventh level of spiritual breath, and he was one level higher than this boy. Fighting against him, he was almost sure. This little snow pill won’t make money without making money!

But he pretended to be hesitant and said, "Well, let's do it. It's hard to make things difficult for the little snow pill on you. How about we bet on two?"

When others heard this, they felt sad.

"This damn guy, he is still good at getting a bargain."

"Hmph, two?"

Fang Hu patted his chest generously and said, "You little face, you are really not a man. If you want to bet, of course you are going to bet bigger, so let's do it. One game determines the outcome. How about I bet four with you?"

"Four?"

Hearing this, Pei Huan was a little alert. He looked at Fang Hu again, and his mind was active again.

"This kid looks stupid, not like he is playing the role of a pig and eating a tiger. Besides, his realm is indeed the sixth level of spiritual breath that cannot be faked. Hehe, even if you want to fulfill me, then I won't blame me!"

He immediately made up his mind and took out four Xiaoxue Dans and said, "What a crazy boy, even if you want to bet, then bet, but you are not allowed to lose later and refuse to admit your account!"

"Of course, this is the Snow Mountain Temple. I dare not refuse to admit it!"

But what made Pei Huan a little uneasy was that he actually saw the silly boy in front of him suddenly smiled strangely.

"Stand up, I'm going to make a move!"

Fang Hu swung the nine-ring sword he stolen, and his spiritual power surged. The yellowish spiritual power instantly wrapped around his whole body and spread to the blade.

Feeling the momentum on Fang Hu's body, Pei Huan opened his eyes wide. After swallowing a saliva, he said viciously: "Boy, die!"

Then he saw him take out an iron fan from somewhere and throw it out.

"There is no trace of blood!"

The iron fan flew towards Fang Hu at an extremely fast speed, and it was even seen that there was a trace of blood-red spiritual power mixed on the fan body.

This blood-red spiritual power is full of two wisps of evil spirit, and it is extremely cold.

At this time, Fang Hu was still using his sword force. Seeing that the fan had already attacked him, he still couldn't take any moves.

Seeing this scene, Pei Huan felt that the book was in his arms and felt relieved.

"Boy, give up!"

Just as he was sure that he was going to win with one move, he felt that the air around him seemed a little strange.

"It's wind blowing?"

The next moment, the wind was raging, and Fang Hu, who had never taken action, finally swung a knife.

"Geese walk!"

The crying was like a geese flying in the sky. The beautiful sword energy left a wave in the air, directly passing through Pei Huan's iron fan.

As the two collided, the iron fan was quickly shot down.

"not good!"

Seeing this terrifying and terrifying move, Pei Huan felt that a terrifying force was constantly attacking him. Just as he tightened his nerves and was about to force the attack, he suddenly saw that when the attack reached a foot in front of him, the terrifying sword energy actually dissipated on its own.

"This is……"

The surprise that survived the disaster made Pei Huan stunned.

When he raised his head, the fool on the other side was scratching his head, and laughed and said, "Sorry, I haven't practiced this move yet. I can't exert the power..."

Hearing this, Pei Huan was overjoyed. He estimated the distance between him and the boy in front of him, "Yes, three zhang. The ordinary spiritual breathing warriors have certain limits on the spiritual power. Although this kid's moves are extremely powerful, they are just a kid with the sixth level of spiritual breath. First, the spiritual power does not support the moves, and second, they are not surprised to learn skills. It's a pity that this kid actually has such high-level martial arts. If he learned it himself..."

He didn't care about thinking about it anymore, but his eyes when he looked at Fang Hu were obviously full of jealousy.

"If you can learn a top martial arts, you don't have to stay in this first level. You should know that students of the same class have entered the second level, where they practice faster. In just a short time, the gap between them and themselves will grow bigger and bigger."

"No matter what, I can't wait."

With a firm heart, Pei Huan immediately withdrew the iron fan and bombarded Fang Hu at a very fast speed!

"Sword dance all over the sky!"

As his true energy dissipated, the iron fan in his hand instantly decomposed and turned into twelve small swords, flashing with sharp cold light and shooting towards Fang Hu.

Faced with this dense attack, Fang Hu, who had just seemed extremely clumsy, suddenly moved flexibly. He waved the Nine-ring Sword in his hand in disorganized manner, flashing and jumping like a clown.

The twelve flying swords chased each other and their pursuit made the warriors in the audience amused. Pei Huan was also quite contented.

"This kid is indeed a waste."

When Pei Huan thought of winning four little snow pills later, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, boy, give up quickly. Otherwise, your Grandpa Pei won't forgive you."
Chapter completed!