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Chapter 208 Martial Arts Competition

Chapter 208 Martial Arts Competition

Chapter 208 Martial Arts Competition

"So we can only rely on us to protect Qin Ran."

Chu Feng solemnly patted Yan Jiahe.

"Huh? I can't. I'm just an investor and I don't have any connections."

Yan Jiahe hastily shied away.

"Well, yes, none of the friends who had dinner with you just now had anything good."

Chu Feng nodded.

"I knew I was careless in making friends!"

Yan Jiahe said in frustration.

"It's okay, I won't let you suffer in the future."

"I'll block this gang of cronies right now!"

Saying that, Yan Jiahe really took out his mobile phone.

Chu Feng quickly stopped:

"Hey, don't, your friends are also children of rich families, maybe they can help us?"

"Just them? They are all idle old men with no use whatsoever."

"Don't talk too much, brother."

Chu Feng winked at Yan Jiahe.

"What do you mean by that look?"

"I didn't eat at the restaurant just now, okay? How about calling everyone out to have another reunion at night?"

Chu Feng's proposal made the Second Monk Hezhang of the Yan family puzzled.

"What?"

"If you believe me, do as I tell you!"

Seeing Chu Feng's confident expression, Yan Jiahe decided to put aside his doubts and do as he said.

He picked up the phone and called a friend. The other person chattered a lot and obviously couldn't keep the appointment that night.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Jiahe told Chu Feng truthfully:

"This friend has a game tonight and can't come, but if we are free, we can go to him and treat him."

"What game?"

"Sanshou competition."

After Yan Jiahe finished speaking, Chu Feng frowned.

Yan Jiahe quickly waved his hands and said:

"It's not the kind you think. This kind of competition is a regular friendly match between several martial arts schools. It's harmless."

"Oh? Then we can go take a look."

Chu Feng nodded, just kidding!The fighting skills just given by the system are useless!

Maybe if you make a splash tonight, you can get another sign-in reward.

"Okay, listen to you."

Yan Jiahe agreed.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Chu Feng followed Yan Jiahe to a martial arts school.

Looking at the impressive appearance, Chu Feng concluded that this was no ordinary interest school.

They were received by a spunky student in combat uniform.

But he did not take Chu Feng to the fighting arena, but went to a tea restaurant first.

The room, from the floor to the tables and chairs, is made of solid wood. It looks low-key yet luxurious. The principal of the martial arts school must be a sophisticated person.

There was no one else in the cafeteria, the student brought Chu Feng and Yan Jiahe and left.

After a while, a female student in combat uniform brought an exquisite simple meal.

Meals include tea, shrimp dumplings, eel, miso soup, shredded seaweed, red grapes, etc. Each food has a small amount, but when combined, you will find that the nutrition is very balanced.

Sure enough, people who practice martial arts pay attention to what they eat.

After such a meal, the stomach is just [-]% full. After drinking the tea in the cup, the aftertaste is full in the mouth, and even a burp is fragrant.

"I remembered, my friend's father is the largest shareholder of the school, and also the owner of a chain of home furnishing stores."

"Well, no wonder the decoration here is so stylish."

Chu Feng nodded.

At this moment, Yan Jiahe's friend came in. Chu Feng had seen this person at noon, but because he was worried about Qin Ran, he didn't observe him carefully.

After adopting Golden Eyes, his information immediately appeared on the system interface.

Zhuo Le, 24 years old, the owner of the swimming pool, has a carefree personality, is lazy, and is more Buddhist.

Isn't this a typical rich man?

"How is it? Jiahe, the food here is not bad, right?"

Zhuo Le said proudly, after all, this martial arts school is his father's domain.

"Of course, the taste is by no means inferior to the restaurant outside. I want to meet the chef here."

Yan Jiahe said politely.

"Come to Zhuo Le, let me introduce you to my personal consultant, Chu Feng."

Seeing that Chu Feng was dressed a bit ordinary, Zhuo Le smiled arrogantly:

"Is it the buddy who was in a hurry to go to the toilet at noon, why is there a wound on his face?"

"Damn, you didn't know that you left at noon, Chu Feng is a hero to save the beauty, one hit three, it's amazing!"

Yan Jiahe regretted the words as soon as he uttered them, turned to look at Chu Feng, and found that he also had a face of reproach.

This is a martial arts school, just here to show off that you can fight, isn't that hitting the muzzle of a gun?

Sure enough, Zhuo Le became interested:

"True or not, one against three? That's amazing, I'll have to discuss with our students later."

"It's better not to, I'm just here to join in the fun, you just ignore me."

The more humble Chu Feng is, the more enthusiastic Zhuo Le is:

"Farewell, Chu... What's wrong with Chu?"

"Chu Feng!"

Yan Jiahe emphasized again that his complexion was a little bad, and Zhuo Le clearly wanted to see Chu Feng's excitement.

But the atmosphere was so heightened here, Yan Jiahe had just eaten someone else's meal, and it was not easy for Yan Jiahe to turn against Zhuo Le.

"Yes, Chu Feng, let's go, I will take you to the arena!"

After speaking, Zhuo Le left first, followed by Yan Jiahe and Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was a little depressed along the way. He thought that he might show his hand here, but he never thought of opening the scene in this way.

This Yan Jiahe is too close-minded!If the discussion later fails, wouldn't that be a slap in the face?

Finally, Zhuo Le stopped in front of a wooden sliding door, turned his head and whispered:

"Don't make any noise when you go in, just find a place to sit with me."

Then he opened the door, and a huge fighting arena appeared in front of them, which really shocked Yan Jiahe and Chu Feng.

I didn't expect this place to be so big. Even though there were three to five hundred people sitting around it, the venue was still empty.

As soon as the door opened, everyone's gazes turned to Chu Feng and Yan Jiahe's faces turned red.

They lowered their heads and followed Zhuo Le to a place on the sidelines and sat down. Chu Feng turned his head and immediately met the eyes of a man not far away.

That man had thick eyebrows, big eyes and a square face, with a gray beard, and looked very dignified. Chu Feng didn't dare to use his piercing eyes on him for a while.

Yan Jiahe gently touched Chu Feng with his elbow and whispered:

"That white-bearded uncle is Zhuo Le's father, Zhuo Zhentian."

Chu Feng nodded. It can be seen from his temperament and figure that Zhuo Zhentian is indeed a martial artist.

At this time, Zhuo Le ran all the way to Zhuo Zhentian's side, pointing at Chu Feng while talking to his father.

Zhuo Zhentian's expression changed again and again, and he looked at Chu Feng with suspicion.

You don't need to guess what the father and son are talking about, Zhuo Le must have told Zhuo Zhentian about Chu Feng's one-on-one fight, and wanted Zhuo Zhentian to send someone to compete with Chu Feng.

"Chu Feng, what should we do?"

Yan Jiahe felt a little embarrassed.

"Step by step."

Chu Feng's tone seemed unhurried, which made Yan Jiahe somewhat puzzled by his thoughts.

The game started soon.

There are four schools participating this time including Zhuo Zhentian's martial arts school, and the players sent by each school are their favorite students.

The first game was very exciting. In the early stage, the two players were evenly matched. In the later stage, one of them was exhausted and gradually lost.

I thought that the player who was physically weak might lose, but he didn't know that his opponent made a mistake because of his overconfidence.

(End of this chapter)