Gu Qingfeng watched all this calmly, with no ripples in his heart.

He understands human nature very well and knows that although some people have ulterior motives, most people still don't want to see themselves win.

Because of jealousy!

They were jealous of their spiritual soldiers.

He was jealous that he could obtain the position of Yellow Rank Demon Slayer with the help of spiritual weapons.

They would think that Gu Qingfeng is nothing but a spiritual weapon.

"Okay." He Fenghua stopped everyone's condemnation.

"Gu Qingfeng, what do you have to say?"

He Fenghua looked calm, but there was a look of condescending disdain in her eyes, as if she was mocking Gu Qingfeng for rejecting her without considering her own abilities.

Gu Qingfeng smiled: "You all think that I can only win by relying on spiritual weapons, but you don't know that I just don't want to undermine your confidence too much.

After all, if you lose to me with a spiritual weapon in your hand, you can still comfort yourself that you lost to a spiritual weapon, but if you don’t have a spiritual weapon and you lose to a third-level Qi Condensation Master, I’m afraid you won’t be able to bear the blow!”

When everyone heard Gu Qingfeng's arrogant words, their first impression was that Gu Qingfeng was crazy.

The ninth level of Qi Gathering lost to the third level of Qi Gathering?

It's absolutely ridiculous!

"Hahaha! Did I hear you right? Does this kid mean that we can win without using spiritual weapons?"

"Did he rely on his spiritual weapons to defeat several ninth-level Qi Condensation masters? So he thinks he can win with his own strength?"

"Without a spiritual weapon, who are you? How shameless!"

"Ah." Gu Qingfeng suddenly sighed and said calmly: "I wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but what I got in return was indifference and ridicule. Okay, I won't pretend anymore. I'll show my cards. In fact, I have already reached the invincible state of Qi Condensation!"

The scene became eerily calm.

One second, two seconds...

Suddenly the crowd burst into laughter.

"Hahaha...what did he say? He said he is invincible in the Qi Condensation Realm?"

"I am dying of laughter. A person who is at the third level of Qi Condensation actually boasts that he is invincible in the Qi Condensation realm?"

"How many dishes are there? Why are you drinking so much?"

"Gu Qingfeng, according to you, do you agree not to use spiritual weapons?" He Fenghua suddenly asked.

Gu Qingfeng nodded and said calmly: "Excuse me for being blunt, but everyone here is trash! We can still win without using spiritual weapons!"

It's all garbage!? Still win!?

Gu Qingfeng's arrogant words echoed in everyone's mind, causing countless people to curse.

How could they not be angry when a person who has reached the third level of Qi Gathering calls everyone trash?

Some people even shouted at Hu Banqing to teach Gu Qingfeng a lesson.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the deacon stepped forward to stop everyone.

"Quiet, everyone, be quiet, the competition is about to begin!"

"Brother Hu, beat him! Beat this ignorant rubbish to death!"

"Yes! Hit him! Hit him hard!"

Hu Banqing looked at the angry crowd below the stage and couldn't help but sneer: "Gu Qingfeng, it seems that your arrogance has aroused public anger."

"Arrogant? I'm just stating a fact."

Hu Banqing's face flashed with anger. "State the facts?" Doesn't that mean I'm also trash?

"Okay! Today I want to see, who is harder, your mouth or my fist!" Hu Banqing laughed in anger.

"Oh? I heard that you are best at swordsmanship, why did you change to using fists?" Gu Qingfeng said lightly.

"I'm afraid of dirtying my knife when I deal with you. Take it!"

Hu Banqing didn't want to waste any more time talking. He suddenly bent his arms backwards, like a spring compressed to its maximum extent.

boom!

He punched out, and his spring-like arm suddenly stretched straight, creating powerful kinetic energy and a sound of breaking through the air.

The fist wind arrives before the punch arrives.

The power of this punch is enough to break monuments and shatter rocks.

Hu Banqing was obviously really angry, and he was determined to beat Gu Qingfeng half to death.

Facing the powerful punch, Gu Qingfeng showed a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. He did not dodge but straightened his chest.

court death!

A cold light flashed in Hu Banqing's eyes. He didn't care what trump card Gu Qingfeng had that made him so arrogant. He only knew that in the Body Tempering Realm, no one could take his punch without defense! No one!

Everyone seemed to have seen the scene where Gu Qingfeng was knocked away by a punch and blood splattered on the spot.

Next second!

Hu Banqing's fist hit Gu Qingfeng's chest hard!

Bang!

A huge noise shocked the whole audience!

This was followed by the sound of breaking bones and screams!

"ah!!!"

A shrill scream came out of Hu Banqing's mouth.

"My hand! My hand!!!"

Such a scene shocked the whole audience!

Everyone was stunned, feeling as if they were hallucinating.

Gu Qingfeng actually took that powerful punch with his chest, and his body didn't move at all! He was completely unharmed!

On the other hand, Hu Banqing looked like he was dead, holding his right hand and screaming.

"How is this possible!" He Fenghua stood up from the referee's seat and looked at the field in shock.

Being well-informed, he was suddenly shocked when he saw the cyan-gold light emanating from Gu Qingfeng's chest!

He blurted out: "Iron Shirt Mastered!"

At this moment He Fenghua only felt that his common sense was challenged. He naturally knew about the popular martial arts such as Iron Shirt, and he had even practiced it when he was young.

Because of this, he knew the Iron Shirt too well. It was a thankless and arduous skill. Without decades of hard practice, it would be impossible to achieve great success!

The symbol of the Iron Shirt's perfection is the cyan-gold light!

But how old is Gu Qingfeng? He is only a teenager. Even if you count the ten months in the womb, it is impossible for him to practice the Iron Shirt to perfection!

Is it possible that there really are geniuses in this world who can practice external skills?

The people in the audience were boiling like boiling water!

The scene before them was too much of a challenge to their worldview.

"How is this possible! Gu Qingfeng is at the third level of Qi Condensation! Third level! He can actually take a punch from a ninth level of Qi Condensation and break it!?"

"It's an illusion. It must be an illusion."

"Oh my god, who is at the third level of Qi Gathering and who is at the ninth level? Is it the other way around?"

Some spectators who were close to the referee's seat heard He Fenghua's words, and then looked at the blue-gold color on Gu Qingfeng's chest, and suddenly they realized something.

"Gu Qingfeng has actually mastered the Iron Shirt. This is incredible!"

"What? Iron Shirt Mastery?!"

"No wonder he was able to withstand Hu Banqing's punch. He is actually a master of Iron Shirt."

"Is this Iron Shirt so powerful? It can actually allow people to challenge beyond level six? No, I have to practice when I go back."

"Strong as hell! I've practiced the Iron Shirt before, but it's a painstaking skill that takes a lot of time. It's impossible to master it without decades of practice."

"Then why did Gu Qingfeng succeed in practicing it?"

"You ask me this, who should I ask?"

On stage.

Gu Qingfeng ignored the shocked crowd below the stage, and calmly looked at Hu Banqing who was screaming, and said lightly: "Despair?"

Hu Banqing's face turned pale, cold sweat dripped down his face, and he shivered, "Impossible! Impossible! You are only at the third level of Qi Condensation, why are you so tough!"

"It's just the Iron Shirt. Do you want to learn it? I'll teach you."

Gu Qingfeng did not use his Vajra Body, because there was really no need for it. With just the Great Perfection Iron Shirt, it was impossible for anyone in the Qi Gathering Realm to break through the defense.

"Damn it, bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Hu Banqing endured the pain and pulled out the long knife from his waist with his left hand.