74: C74 Divine Sea High School Students' Martial Arts Exchange Competition

C74 Divine Sea High School Students' Martial Arts Exchange Competition

If one sat quietly on the Ancient Well and meditated, not only could they adjust their breathing and rest, they could also at the same time continuously devour Vital Energy of Heaven and Earth s under the Ancient Well, killing two birds with one stone.

After half a day, he was refreshed and his physical strength recovered as usual. Pei Feng then lightly jumped off the Ancient Well and walked towards the Qiushan Villa.

He entered the room, packed his things, and picked up his phone. Then, he frowned.

86 missed calls!

Amongst them, Zhuang Feiyu called the most, a total of 50 calls, followed by Soong Yaoming's, 26 calls, Xu Lu called 8 calls and 2 calls … It was actually from the class monitor, Ding Qianqian.

Because he was engrossed in cultivation, he hadn't attended class for three days.

What was going on?

He thought for a moment and dialed Soong Yaoming's number.

"Holy sh * t!" Pei Feng, you're finally willing to answer the phone?! "

"I had something to do in the morning. I left my phone by my side."

Pei Feng asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with you guys? Why did you call me so many times?"

"How many days have you been absent from class? Do you not want to go to school? "

Pei Feng naturally couldn't tell him that he had been busy with cultivation these past few days. He said lightly: "Hurry up and tell me, what exactly happened?"

"Hurry back to school! F * ck, many of our high school experts have been beaten to a pulp by Little Hai Gou! "The beautiful lady Zhuang and Xu Lu said that you have to make a move before we can …"

Before he could finish, Zhuang Feiyu had already snatched Soong Yaoming's phone away.

"Pei Feng, where are you?" Can you come to school now? "Come on, let's talk about it in detail."

"I'm going to school right now."

Pei Feng nodded. He was planning to go to school in the afternoon.

"Great, the three of us will wait for you at the entrance of the Thai Fist Hall!"

The Thai Fist Palace? Small oceanic trench?

Pei Feng frowned and didn't ask any further. He replied plainly, "Alright, wait for me here. I'll be there in a quarter of an hour."

After hanging up, he bid farewell to Elder Zhou and left the room.

"..."

When they were still a few hundred meters away from the Thai Fist, Pei Feng could see that there were people all around, as if they were all heading towards the stadium.

"Pei Feng!" "Damn, you're finally here!"

From a distance, Soong Yaoming, who had sharp eyes, saw him and quickly ran over. Zhuang Feiyu and Xu Lu also followed behind him.

"Is there any activity in school today?"

"Divine Sea High School Martial Arts Exchange Competition!" This year will be held at our Naiming High School, and it will begin yesterday morning.

Soong Yaoming spat on the ground, "F * ck that! This year, this Divine Sea High School's martial arts exchange competition, Little Hai Gou, is too arrogant. Not only did he injure many of our students, he even boasted that Hai Gou is the true number one martial artist in Asia, our Divine State Country … "Sick husband of the Divine State, no!"

Zhuang Feiyu and Xu Lu also had ugly expressions on their faces. It was obvious that their anger had yet to subside, making it hard for them to calm down.

"Pei Feng, our school's strongest students from the Thai Fist Department have all been defeated, even Tan Shaoyang has lost!"

"Zhan Pengfei also lost. He lost to a woman! Because of this, Little Hai Gou made use of this matter to show off in the morning, saying that we Divine State Country men aren't even comparable to their women in Hai Gou! Some of the Seagull States participants even brought up signs that said 'sickman'! It really was … "This is too infuriating!"

Divine State sick man?

A Divine State Country man can't even compare to a woman's Seagull States?

Pei Feng's gaze instantly turned cold.

In his previous life, he had never interacted with Hai Gou person before, but as someone from the Nanjiang, he had a very deep impression of Hai Gou person.

As long as one had bloodthirsty Nanjiang, they would have an instinctive hostility towards this savage and despicable nation.

"Zhan Pengfei and Tan Shaoyang both lost?"

He looked at Zhuang Feiyu and the other two, asking indifferently, "How are your injuries?"

"The two of them were still alright, they were only slightly injured, but all the other participants from the Thai Fist Clan are in the hospital!"

"There are also quite a few contestants in other schools who have broken bones and entered the hospital. Madre, you said it's an exchange competition. Competing with someone, Little Hai Gully is really ruthless!"

"That's right, they clearly came with the intention of provoking us. Each and every one of them was ruthless. Not to mention us, even the school leaders were angered by them!"

"Just now in the last match, a fellow student of the Yung Minh Martial School had his leg broken. The head of the Yung Minh Martial School and the students over there were all so angry that they almost started fighting with each other!"

Pei Feng looked at the three of them and gave a noncommittal smile: "You want me to teach those little trenches a lesson in return for blood?"

"Yes!"

Xu Lu's face was livid as she said coldly, "You have to beat up all these small sea trenches to the point of sending them to the hospital!"

"That's right!" I can't stand it anymore! Pei Feng, you are so skilled, in the afternoon you will teach these arrogant little trenches a lesson! They were beaten to the point that their teeth fell all over the ground, and they grudgingly rolled back into the sea ditch —! "

Zhuang Feiyu clenched her fists as her face flushed red.

Her temper had always been gentle and gentle. It was Pei Feng's first time seeing her so angry.

"Pei Feng, you must go on stage in the afternoon to avenge the injured brothers of our school's Thai Fist Department, to avenge Zhan Pengfei and Tan Shaoyang, and to earn face for our Divine State People, and to cripple this bunch of son of a bitch Little Hai Gou!"

"Avenge Tan Shaoyang?"

Pei Feng looked at the indignant Soong Yaoming with a faint smile: "Isn't he your enemy?"

"Ugh …" It was now the hatred of a nation! Putting aside personal grudges! "

Pei Feng snickered in his heart: "When does the afternoon match start?"

"1 o'clock, half an hour left."

"Have you all eaten?"

"I'm not eating anymore!" I'm full! "

"Yes, Lu and I won't eat anymore either. We've been watching it for the whole morning and we're engulfed in fury, so we can't eat at all!"

Pei Feng slightly nodded: "Then let's go in and wait for the afternoon match to start."

"..."

The afternoon matches had yet to begin, but the atmosphere in the Thai Fist Hall was already very subtle, with swords drawn and crossbows drawn.1

The Thai Fist Palace could hold 8,000 spectators, it was the stadium with the largest Naiming High School.

On the east and west side of the audience seats, there were actually quite a few people from Seagull States High School's martial arts delegation and translation teams accompanying them. Adding all of them together, there seemed to be nearly five hundred of them.

All of them were holding rattle sticks in their hands, constantly pounding them in a rhythmic fashion. Moreover, they were singing some kind of bird song together, with a majestic aura and thunderous voice, filling the entire stadium with their singing.

On the other hand, the spectators on the east side were all extremely depressed. No one had a smile on their face.

The entire east side of the auditorium was filled with people, at least five or six thousand of them!

Many of those who came late already had no seats, but none of them were willing to sit on the west side of the audience seating. Everyone would rather stand on the west side of the audience seating than to stand on the same side as Hai Gou.

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