After hearing Chen Mei's words, Qingpeng kept looking at Chen Mei's body, and then showed a kind smile: "Everyone in Qingcheng Mountain knows Boss Chen's character, so your words are still credible."

"It's just that your family's words are always unreasonable to believe me."

"I am willing to testify for Boss Chen and Mr. Chen." At this moment, the butler rushed over and said respectfully to Qingpeng, "Everything is indeed as Boss Chen said. It is because he can't stand such despicable means that Mr. Chen will take action with justice. Please forgive me."

"Who can guarantee that he will not be injured during the competition?"

Surrounded by the Ma family, Ma Du rushed over and bowed to Qingpeng. Ma Du continued, "If you indulge others in the battle for warriors on the way, then wouldn't it be proved that anyone can be free to do anything here in the future?"

"The head of the Ma family is very reasonable." Hearing the dispute between the two sides, Qingpeng slowly became a peacemaker. "Since both sides are right and wrong, according to my opinion, this matter has passed like this, how about it?"

Hearing this decision, both Ma Du, Chen Mei and the supervisor frowned.

In their impression, Qingpeng is definitely not such a easy-to-talk personality, but now Chen Bahuang is making a big fight, Qingpeng has no intention of blame, and this behavior is very abnormal.

However, they didn't know that the reason why Qingpeng did this was because of the spiritual power on Chen Bahuang.

He needed a lot of spiritual power to break through the ban on the sword tomb.

And under this martial arts competition arena, there is a spirit gathering array.

When the warrior fights on the arena, spiritual power will definitely be generated or leaked, and all of these spiritual powers will be collected by the spirit gathering array.

In the end, Qingpeng bravely broke through the ban on the sword tomb.

Therefore, in order to break through the ban, Qingpeng naturally would not let Chen Bahuang go, a master who can provide a lot of spiritual power.

"Master Lord, this..."

Ma, who was dismissed in public, was naturally unwilling to give up. Moreover, he and Qingpeng had an agreement, so Ma, spoke at this time, and decided that Qingfeng would favor him at this time.

Before he could finish his words, Qingpeng's cold eyes fell on him: "Ma Family Master, this is my decision. Do you have any objections?"

At this moment, Ma Du felt the strong murderous intent on Qingpeng's birthday, so he could only quickly lower his head and timidly, "I definitely don't have that intention."

"Then do what I said." Qingpeng said lukewarmly, then waved his sleeves, "The competition continues."

After saying that, Qingpeng left without caring about everyone.

After Qingpeng walked a long way, Ma Du raised his head and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Then he looked at Chen Bahuang not far away with his eyes angrily.

Noting Ma Du's gaze, Chen Bahuang spread his hands with an indifferent look on his face.

Then he jumped off the ring leisurely and came to Chen Mei: "Take Zhang Er to the union as soon as possible, he is seriously injured."

"Thank you!"

After saying thank you solemnly, Chen Mei quickly climbed onto the ring and with the help of the staff, she took Zhang Er to the clinic for treatment.

"One day I will make you regret it and do what you are today."

The matter was settled, and Madu finally had to say a harsh word to Chen Bahuang and left in anger.

"Ma Family Master, I'm waiting for you!"

After hearing Ma Du's words, Chen Bahuang laughed.

"snort!"

Ma Du snorted coldly when he heard this!

Although this farce has passed, the subsequent competition continues often.

However, most of the following competitions were small fights by ordinary practitioners, and there was not much highlight.

When Chen Bahuang appeared, his opponent was not capable and was instantly killed by Chen Bahuang.

In this way, the first day of the competition came to an end.

Just as Chen Bahuang was bored and planned to leave, the butler suddenly stopped him.

"Mr. Chen, please do it yourself about the written test lots tomorrow."

Chen Bahuang nodded after hearing this, "Lead the way."

Later, under the leadership of the butler, Chen Bahuang and his two arrived at the draw of lots.

Masters from all walks of life gathered in the lobby, including Zhao Peng and Qingnan.

After seeing Chen Bahuang coming, Qingnan stared at him without saying much. Instead, Zhao Peng came from the courage to provoke him: "I hope I can meet you tomorrow. At that time, I will let you understand why life is worse than death!"

"You'd better pray that you don't meet me."

Chen Bahuang just smiled contemptuously and turned around and left to draw lots, never taking Zhao Peng seriously.

"Damn it!" Zhao Peng, who was so contemptuous of Chen Bahuang, cursed angrily.

Afterwards, everyone started drawing lots.

There are 48 players left in tomorrow's game, so there are 24 games tomorrow, divided into two days.

Twelve competitions on the first day, and the same is true on the second day.

Qingnan was the first draw. Out of confidence in himself, Qingnan randomly drew one.

The sign number is forty-two, and you will take the written test the day after tomorrow.

After that, everyone left to draw lots one after another, and their strength can be easily seen from the expressions of the drawers.

Because I didn't meet a master in the preliminary round, and those who came to this game with their luck most people prayed to meet the weak when raising money.

Those who have confidence in themselves are relatively calm.

In addition, those masters from the three major families have expressionless expressions.

What’s wrong with Chen Bahuang? It doesn’t matter to him.

In his mind, there were two people participating in the competition this time.

The first gear is him and Qingnan, while the second gear is everyone else.

Because Zhao Peng came one step earlier, he drew lots in front of Chen Bahuang and drew No. 7.

"I hope you can draw No. 8!"

Zhao Peng once again took the initiative to provoke Chen Bahuang.

Chen Bahuang said as indifferently: "I don't want to draw No. 8."

Hearing this, Zhao Peng laughed: "Hahaha, can you be afraid?"

"certainly……"

"no!"

Chen Bahuang glanced at Zhao Peng.

"The reason I don't want to draw No. 8 is simply because you are too weak and it's not interesting to fight you."

Chen Bahuang said as he started drawing lots.

"It depends on how long you can be rampant!" Zhao Peng said viciously.

However, at this moment, Chen Bahuang sighed, his expression a little strange.

"I really don't want anything and it comes to anything."

Hearing Chen Bahuang’s complaints, Butler Jiang thought Chen Bahuang had drawn Qingnan, so he hurried over.

"Mr. Chen, may it be..."

Before Mr. Jiang could finish his words, Chen Bahuang handed over the draw to Mr. Jiang and said with a bored look: "Don't worry, Qingnan and I will meet in the finals. This time I drew this time, because I was bored, I would sigh."

Hearing this, Mr. Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

He was still confident in Chen Bahuang's power. As long as he was not the masters of Qingnan or the other two major families, the rest of him would not pose a threat to Chen Bahuang.

But when Butler Jiang saw the signing number, he showed a helpless expression.

Sign number, number eight!

In other words, Chen Bahuang’s next opponent is Zhao Peng!

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

"God helps me!!!"

When Zhao Peng noticed this, he laughed endlessly.

"Don't think that if you promised Zhao He, you can be arrogant with me!"

"I'm not afraid of scaring you to death when I say it. Zhao He fought with me more than ten times, but he never beat me!"

"So, this time you are ready to be tortured by me!"
Chapter completed!