Zhou Xiaobo gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Cousin, then Zhao Xueliang humiliated me so much, you must avenge me!"

"Haha, cousin, don't worry, this matter will be covered by me."

Cousin Gu Tian smiled and curled his lips, "By the way, tomorrow is the day of the Wu League selection competition. I will go and observe with my master so that I can find that kid to avenge you in the evening."

"Okay, cousin, I'll listen to you!"

Zhou Xiaobo clenched his fists and looked cold, "Zhao Xueliang, I will return the humiliation you brought to me ten times!"

...

Zhao Xueliang didn't know that Zhou Xiaobo had already gone to find his cousin to take revenge on him, but even if he knew, he wouldn't have any worries.

He didn't take it seriously at all if he was a master with a little step.

The next morning, Zhao Xueliang followed Zhou Xinwei to participate in the selection competition of the Wu League.

This time, the Zhongshan area gathered a total of more than ten cities in various regions across the country, all of which were extraordinary.

In addition to one player Gu Yi brought by Zhao Xueliang and Li Dongpo, there are eight other contestants, who are all strong contenders for the championship of this Martial Arts League Conference.

One of them is named Mao Haifeng, the master of Banbu. He has always been very famous in Zhongshan area. He is known as the number one young generation in Zhongshan area and is full of arrogance.

The one who brought him was the blue deacon in Jiahu City, Liu Fenglin, who was arrogant and arrogant, and did not take other people seriously at all.

When Liu Fenglin saw that Li Dongpo and Zhou Xinwei were also here, he immediately walked over.

"Dongpo, Xinwei, I didn't expect you to come here today? Why, are you here to compete for the runner-up? Hahahaha..." Liu Fenglin was very arrogant, especially when he saw that there was a local bun farmer standing behind Li Dongpo and Zhou Xinwei, the contempt on his face became even stronger.

"Are you no one? Why are you even invited a farmer? I'm afraid you didn't lose badly enough, hahahaha?"

As he said that, Liu Fenglin looked at each other with Mao Haifeng behind him, and then burst into laughter.

When Li Dongpo and Zhou Xinwei heard Liu Fenglin's ridicule, they felt very embarrassed, but they could not refute it at all.

Because the contestants brought by both of them are indeed not as good as Mao Haifeng in front of him. As for Zhao Xueliang, to be honest, Zhou Xinwei does not know Zhao Xueliang's true strength. He thinks that although he is very strong, he cannot be an opponent of a half-step master.

So both of them dared not speak out, so they could only suffer the loss of this mute.

Mao Haifeng first saw Gu Yi, the contestant brought by Li Dongpo, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face, "Well, it's not bad, and he also has the strength of internal strength, at least it can bring me some fun."

As he said that, Mao Haifeng walked to Zhao Xueliang again, looked at Zhao Xueliang carefully, and then laughed arrogantly, then said in a cold tone: "Hahahaha, the broken farmer will not go home and farm well, are you here to seek death? Why don't you get out of here!"

Mao Haifeng's voice was very loud and immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

Everyone looked here and were ready to see a good show.

"Hey, look! I heard that Mao Haifeng is a half-step master, and there is a good show now!"

"Hey, who is that boy? Do you dare to block Mao Haifeng's way? Are you afraid of your life?"

"I heard that kid was a master invited by Zhou Xinwei, maybe he would have a chance!"

"What do you care about him? I don't care if I watch the fun anyway!"

While everyone was talking, Mao Haifeng was already a little angry.

"Boy, are you deaf? I'll let you get out of the way!"

Zhao Xueliang stood there, like a wooden stake. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he said coldly, "Get out!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked, and no one dared to talk to Mao Haifeng like this.

The crowd around immediately burst into flames again, some were amazed and some were sighing for Zhao Xueliang.

When Mao Haifeng heard this, his face turned pale, and soon a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He really had murderous intention!

Feeling the powerful murderous aura emitted from Mao Haifeng's body, Zhao Xueliang frowned slightly. This half-step master seemed to be a ruthless person on weekdays, and his hands were probably stained with a lot of blood.

Seeing that the situation was out of control, Liu Fenglin hurried over and stopped Mao Haifeng.

Immediately, Liu Fenglin smiled and said to Zhou Xinwei, "Brother Xinwei, it seems that you newcomers can't go back today."

Zhou Xinwei frowned and was also very worried about Zhao Xueliang's safety. After all, they knew all the strength of Mao Haifeng. Zhao Xueliang had a conflict with Mao Haifeng when he came up, and the situation was very bad.

Zhao Xueliang and Mao Haifeng faced each other in a tit-for-tat way, ignoring the powerful aura exuded by Mao Haifeng.

Mao Haifeng wanted to take action, but Liu Fenglin stopped him and called him.

"Mao Haifeng, don't worry, let's take action on the ring later! Don't say that we are bullying the weak with the strong!"

"Hmph, boy, did you hear it? If Brother Liu hadn't pleaded with me, I would have beaten you to death today!" After that, Mao Haifeng knocked Zhao Xueliang away and returned to the lounge.

Liu Fenglin followed closely behind.

After Liu Fenglin and Mao Haifeng left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief for Zhao Xueliang.

If Mao Haifeng really took action now just now, I'm afraid Zhao Xueliang wouldn't even have the chance to go to the arena.

No one would think that Zhao Xueliang would be Mao Haifeng's opponent. In their opinion, Zhao Xueliang saved his life.

...

Outside the field, the people from the Wushu Association were also investigating the situation inside.

They are here to spy on the enemy's situation.

Gu Tianxiao from the Martial Arts Association is naturally among them. His target opponent is Mao Haifeng. He thinks that Zhao Xueliang will definitely end up miserably if he offends Mao Haifeng.

"This kid is really overestimating his abilities. Even Mao Haifeng dares to provoke him? I don't know how he died in the ring later!"

"Hey, who do you think will win the first place in this Wu League selection conference?"

"Nonsense, I still have to ask, of course it's Mao Haifeng."

"Yes, Mao Haifeng is a half-step master. No one here except our Gu Ge should be his opponent."

Several people predicted that the ranking of this selection competition was undoubtedly the first.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon it came to ten o'clock, and the Wu League selection competition officially kicked off.

The rules are also very simple. As long as you don’t kill the opponent, you can use any means. The person who stands on the ring will be the winner of this selection competition.

As the host announced the rules, there was a burst of warm applause in the audience, and they were all looking forward to the official start of the game.

Mao Haifeng was the first to step onto the ring, which immediately attracted a burst of exclamations from the stands.
Chapter completed!