On the Correct Posture of Probation of the Villain

On the stage, Zhang Jinfei shook his head slightly, feeling that he had already secured the victory. At the same time, he wondered whether Chu Heng would be angry with him if he lost, and thought to himself that he would find some good things to give Chu Heng later. As a young man, he didn't want Chu Heng to hate him because of this.

Zhang Jinfei even thought dispensable, why not let Chu Heng win him, and make the boy smile...

He thought, I don't know how pretty Chu Heng looks when he smiles sincerely.

Xu Nian frowned in the audience: "Why is Zhang Jinfei in a daze at this time?"

It's too much to ignore Chu Heng.

Over there, at the same moment, the sound like a clash of gold and stones stopped. Everyone thought that Sanqing Zong Chuheng was about to admit defeat. The next moment, even those standing outside the field felt a coldness almost like winter. The impenetrable vine cage made of vines, with it as the center, the frost-like sword energy burst out——

There was a cracking sound of clicking, clicking, clicking, and dense sword shadows rushed towards him. The next moment, Zhang Jinfei quickly retreated. The sword energy was too harsh. He didn't think at all, and subconsciously retreated to the outside of the ring.

Zhang Jinfei said inwardly that it was bad, and the vines on the stage split into countless fragments, and some of them charged towards the audience with sharp sword aura.

Xu Nian was also about to take out Lin Lang, when Ao Qing took out an umbrella from somewhere, and stretched it out to cover herself and Xu Nian, avoiding the fragments that didn't distinguish between friend and foe.

On the stage, Chu Heng no longer smiled, his face was cold, his eyebrows and eyes were no longer gentle, the youthful vigor was set off by the broken army in his hand...

Xu Nian whispered the style he used in the audience: "One Sword Frost and Cold Fourteen States."

Sure enough, the young man was vigorous and unparalleled.

Ao Qing put away her umbrella and murmured, "Is this just a fight? It's really unreasonable to hurt innocent people."

On the stage over there, Chu Heng looked at Zhang Jinfei who was already in the audience. Zhang Jinfei raised his head and looked up at Chu Heng. The young man's beautiful eyebrows and eyes lined with an "almost fearless" spirit. For a moment, he didn't realize that he had lost, but instead The corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a smile.

Seeing this smile, Chu Heng was puzzled for a moment, then cupped his hands, restrained the look on his face, he was both humble and truthful: "Senior shouldn't have lost, but he was too careless, how can he be distracted during the competition? The junior won In fact, it’s a bit of a misnomer.”

Zhang Jinfei waved his hand and smiled: "The blue is better than the blue. It's my fault that I was distracted. It's your ability to win because of it. There is nothing that wins is not worthy of the name."

Zhang Jinfei clasped his hands: "If you don't fight, you don't know each other. If you don't mind, make friends with me?"

The Penglai disciples over there would not allow the two of them to continue chatting, and announced loudly: "This match, Chu Heng wins, and we will advance to the next round."