C20 Advice

Just now, Gao Feng had heard from the surrounding people about the competition's reward system. If he were to win again, he would receive a generous reward, and his life would be improved. In addition, he had a prejudice against comely teenager.

With the strength of this burly youth in front of him, he would probably lose the match. Previously, after Lee Haotian's match ended, Gao Feng had watched his match in close proximity. He had great experience and strength, but Lee Haotian also had plenty of combat experience. In this aspect, he couldn't take any advantage.

There was a good chance that he would lose the match, so what should he do?

Gao Feng frowned and squeezed out of the crowd. He patted Huzi on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Brother, you're too awesome. You're really my idol!"

Caught off guard, Huzi was slapped on the shoulder and was slightly surprised. He instinctively clenched his fists and was ready to attack, but when he saw the warm smile on the other party's face, he immediately retracted his fist and scratched his head. He said somewhat embarrassedly: "Don't envy me.

It was obvious that Huzi saw Gao Feng as his fan. These days, who didn't have a few fans!

Huzi thought of Gao Feng as his fan and the referee thought of Gao Feng as Huzi's friend, so he said expressionlessly, "Is he your friend? I'll give you a few breaths of time to talk, and you can finish what you have to say as soon as possible. "

Huzi and Gao Feng's attire were extremely similar, both wearing coarse hemp clothes. Lee Haotian also thought that they were friends, so he didn't object and followed the referee towards Ring Seven.

Huzi saw that the referee wasn't looking too good and was afraid that he would disqualify himself from the competition. He quickly said to Gao Feng, "Brother, I still want to compete. If there's nothing urgent, we can talk after the competition."

"After the competition, it will be too late." Gao Feng looked at the surrounding people and found that comely teenager's comrade was beside the stunned Huzi's ear. He whispered, "Just now, I watched your opponent's match. His movements were very agile. His upper body is quite heavily defended and invulnerable. However, the defense of his lower body is more relaxed. As long as you grab onto the loophole in the defense of his lower body and give him a big blow, you will be able to defeat him easily. "

Although the referee had walked far away and Gao Feng's voice was very soft, the referee still heard him. Because this doesn't count as breaking the rules, not only did the referee not get angry, he even looked at Gao Feng with appreciation.

The judge's name was Lu Wei, an elder of Xiaoxiang Palace, and a cultivator of First Grade Martial Ancestor. He had just presided over a match between Lee Haotian and was well aware of Lee Haotian's strengths and weaknesses. He also agreed with Gao Feng's point of view.

When Lu Wei heard someone's evaluation of Lee Haotian, he thought that that person was at least an expert in Martial Master Stage. He couldn't help but turn around to take a look. However, when he saw that Gao Feng was a teenager with long hair, his curiosity was piqued.

As a fifteen year old youngster, even if he started cultivating inside his mother's womb, it would still be impossible for him to reach the Martial Master Stage.

Lu Wei thought that he was mistaken due to his old age, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances at Gao Feng. When he confirmed that Gao Feng's cultivation was not Martial Master Stage, but Third Grade Martial Cultivator, he shook his head in disappointment.

A fifteen year old Third Grade Martial Cultivator's aptitude is too ordinary, I am afraid that I will never be able to enter the Martial Ancestor realm in my entire life. If he saw that Gao Feng's cultivation was still at the first stage of Martial Cultivator a day ago, Lu Wei would have rated him as trash.

Lu Wei's cultivation was First Grade Martial Ancestor, but he was still relatively young, and before the age of fifty, he should be able to enter the Martial King Stage by the age of a hundred.

Within Xuanwu Continent, one could accept disciples as well as establish a sect as long as one had Martial Ancestor. The elders of the larger sects were all experts in Martial King Stage, and as the Palace Masters of the largest sects in terms of Xiaoxiang Palace, their cultivation had reached the level of experts at the peak of Martial King Stage who were about to break through.

In the entire Xuanwu Continent, Martial Monarch Stage experts could be counted on one hand.

Huzi saw a strange young man coming up with ideas for him and said gratefully, "Little brother, once I win this competition and get some money, I'll definitely treat you to a drink at the Drunken Immortal Tavern."

Drunken Immortal Tavern was the most luxurious restaurant with Xiaoxiang City, it cost several thousand gold coins just to casually eat a meal. Several thousand gold coins was nothing to those young masters, but it was enough for someone like Huzi to live for a few years.

Gao Feng was not a spendthrift Brother Wang Sun. He quickly stopped the burly teenager's ridiculous behavior and said: "No need to be so extravagant. After you win, just randomly find a place to pinch them."

"Alright, that's settled then."

Huzi was not an emotional person. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the referee and Lee Haotian enter the arena. He quickly responded and quickly walked towards the arena.

After taking two steps, Huzi turned back and loudly said to Gao Feng, "Brother, whether we win or lose, when this competition is over, I will treat you to a drink."

Huzi was usually a little silly, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell that this young man wearing plain clothes was someone he could befriend.

After the third round ended, it was time for lunch. There were about two hours of rest.

After Huzi left, a few teenagers walked towards Gao Feng. They were Lee Haotian's companions.

Fatty Li, who had a round face, walked while rubbing his fists and shouting at Gao Feng, "Brat, what did you say to that big guy?"

"What does what I said have to do with you?" Gao Feng scoffed, he did not put the other party in his eyes at all.

The big fatty in front of him had the same level of cultivation as the wretched youth. Yesterday, he heavily injured the wretched youth with just the cultivation of a first stage Martial Cultivator, and now his Second Grade Cultivation had continuously risen as well.

Fatty Li's face sank as he looked at Lee Haotian on the stage and said, "Of course it's okay, his opponent is my cousin."

It would be even better if it was your cousin. Gao Feng gave a cheap smile to Fatty Dun and said, "Do you really want to hear what I told my brother?"

Fatty Li looked at Gao Feng as if he was looking at a fool and said, "Of course I want to hear it. Otherwise, why would I ask blindly?"

"Since you want to hear it, then I'll tell you the truth." Gao Feng said with a smile, "I just told my brother that his opponent is a scumbag, tell him to beat him up ruthlessly, and don't show mercy."

"You …" Fatty Li's face sank, pointed at Gao Feng, and said while gnashing his teeth, "I think you must be tired of living."

"I was tired of living yesterday, but I'm still alive today. Come bite me." Gao Feng raised his middle finger at Fatty Li.

"You …" Seeing Gao Feng's insulting action, Fatty Li became furious. He clenched his fists and rushed towards Gao Feng.