The crowd around looked at Chen Jiu standing in the middle of the small world, and his expression was full of surprise and unwilling to believe it.

They had seen Chen Jiu take action before, and knew that he was strong and was awarded the title of honorary gentleman in the school.

But if Chen Jiu goes up to fight Ma Wu and Xiao Tianguan, that would be a pure joke.

Not to mention Chen Jiu's combat power, the cultivation level of the Ma Wu Tianren realm alone has already stabilized against Chen Jiu's Yuanying's cultivation level.

What's more, this celestial being is still Ma Wu, how could Chen Jiu have a chance of winning? So everyone present felt that letting Chen Jiu and Ma Wu fight against each other might just be a warm-up for the real fight later.

In order to improve the atmosphere after the fight between Ma Wu and Xiao Tianguan.

Zhou Yu and Niu Mo were also off the court. The two looked at Chen Jiu who was standing in the middle of the small world, with different expressions.

Niu Mo asked in confusion: "Is this person called Ma Wu very fierce?"

Zhou Yu hugged his chest with his hands and nodded, "The first person in the younger generation in the school is Senior Sister Ma, and he is the first person with no objection."

So Zhou Yu didn't think Chen Jiu could beat him. Even though he had seen Chen Jiu's combat power, he still didn't believe that Chen Jiu in the Nascent Soul Realm could fight with Ma Wu in the Heavenly Realm.

But Zhou Yu was also confused in his heart. If Chen Jiu knew he would lose, how could he go on stage to fight?

If not for the chance?

But Zhou Yu really couldn't imagine where the opportunity was. After all, when the celestial beings fight against the Nascent Soul, the realm was suppressed and Senior Sister Ma was also a top genius, so the gap between Chen Jiu and Senior Sister Ma was definitely not so easy to cross.

Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes and kept thinking.

So what would Chen Jiu do?

In the small world, it seemed that even Ma Wu and Xiao Tianguan were unwilling to believe it. Ma Wu frowned slightly, held the flying sword on her shoulders and told Chen Jiu.

"This fight is not a joke, nor is it a venue you can set foot on."

Chen Jiu crossed his hands and fingers together, raised his fingers upwards, stretched his waist, making a skeleton symphony of his bones, and then smiled at Ma Wu.

"You'll know if you try it."

Xiao Tianguan, who was wearing a pale mask on the black robe, spoke and asked Chen Jiu: "Who do you want to fight first?"

Chen Jiu rolled up his sleeves and reached out to click between Ma Wu and Xiao Tianguan. He hesitated for a while, and finally stopped on Ma Wu and replied, "Just let her."

It’s better to hit “old acquaintances” first, after all, you are familiar with the moves.

Ma Wu had no expression on her face and was slightly angry. It seemed that she was really pinched by someone as a soft persimmon.

The atmosphere of the onlookers around him was rising at this moment. Looking at the battle between Chen Jiu and Ma Wu was not like a joke. He dared to provoke with such words, probably because he was ready to be beaten.

Zhou Yu frowned slightly. He really couldn't figure out that Chen Jiuwei would have such confidence. Could it be that he wanted to use his immortal talent to force him? But this is too unappreciative, right?

At this time, Zhou Yu didn't know that Chen Jiu's immortal talent had been weakened by the demon tribe's ghosts, so after thinking about it, he could only think of this way to win for Chen Jiu.

Niu Mo found a bench from somewhere, and sat up with his legs crossed to watch leisurely, without any worries.

Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you find a bench for me?"

Niu Mo shook his head, "It's gone."

"Then I'll sit on you."

"bring it on."

Niu Mo opened his legs.

Zhou Yu sat on the strange eyes of everyone.

These two brothers don't think it's all because they are living a life-long relationship.

On the stands at a high place, the semi-saints were sitting high. There was no saint present in this battle, so the semi-saints could be controlled.

Semi-saints are the preparations of saints. Each of the hundreds of schools can and can only be awarded one semi-saint, provided that the saints are optimistic about their consent and have twelve levels of cultivation. Now there are twelve semi-saints in the academy.

There were six people sitting high in the stands. The Mo family half-saint was in seclusion before and was not familiar with Chen Jiu. Now he frowned and gently touched the jade ring with his hand, asking the half-saints beside him.

"This son's cultivation level in the Yuanying Realm can really fight against Ma Wu."

The other three half-saints didn't understand and shook their heads.

The Legal Semi-Saint replied: "No."

The Confucian semi-saint said almost at the same time: "I don't know."

Two different answers come from the mouths of two semi-saints.

This made the other semi-saints curious, especially the Confucian semi-saints' answers, which were really beyond their expectations, because they, like the Legal semi-saints, felt that they could not.

So the Mo family half-saint stopped stroking the jade ring, frowned at the Confucian half-saint and asked, "Why do you say this?"

The Confucian semi-saint chuckled and said, "Leave a thought."

After all, one month has passed since Chen Jiu lost to Ma Wu that day. Although the variables are small, they cannot be considered none.

Especially for a genius like Chen Jiu, they can grow after almost every fight.

Therefore, the Confucian semi-saint had a faint expectation in their hearts.

Looking forward to the amazing punches of Chen Jiu.

Zhou Xian and Wutong lay Buddhists stood below. Wutong lay Buddhists looked awkward and frowned. I really didn't know which one to cheer up.

Chen Jiu is now half his family, but Ma Wu is the face of the younger generation in the school, as if it is not good if anyone loses.

Mr. Wutong sighed again, and was really embarrassed.

Zhou Xian had no such troubles on the side. He pinched his little hand into a fist and put it on his chest, muttering softly.

"Chen Jiuchong, ha."

Mr. Wutong smiled silently. It was hard to see the cold young sister who was so cute on weekdays.

It seems that after Chen Jiu came to the palace, the junior sister was very happy every day and had to be more polite when talking to others.

Mr. Wutong pondered for a moment and suddenly nodded. This may be the power of love, it is indeed quite magical.

The atmosphere of the venue has reached its peak. The monks watched loudly and shouted loudly. A small number of monks cheered for the horse dance, while most monks just wanted to watch the scene in a refreshing battle.

Ma Wu stood on the stage without moving, her brow raised slightly and her face was plain, "Do you think you are qualified?"

Seeing that Ma Wu didn't do anything, Chen Jiu did a few push-ups and asked back: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Ma Wu looked cold, "because she didn't want to waste her time."

In her eyes, one-sided crushing is a waste of time.

So this is the reason why Ma Wu didn't want to fight with Chen Jiu.

But she was a little impatient now, because the time passed just now had enough time to crush Chen Jiu once.

The spiritual energy on Ma Wu's body suddenly increased, and the frost at her feet began to spread, instantly covering the terrain of thousands of meters. Even the venue outside the small world could feel the cold air.

The audience at the venue was silent.

Chen Jiu got up, shook his fist, grinned at Ma Wu, and then said softly.

"instant."

He was covered in bright golden light. When everyone was not aware of it, he flashed in front of Ma Wu, causing a sensation, causing a sound explosion, tearing the void and slamming it into his head.

Ma Wu was hit hard on her head, and her body fell into the gully, and a huge hole of smoke and dust exploded.

Chen Jiu stood there and shook Wu Yun's fist and said with a lip.

"Pretended as real."

The audience was silent, and the needles were heard, and they couldn't believe it.
Chapter completed!