At this time, on Cangjian Peak.

Qi Wuhui finally woke up after returning to Cangjian Peak, but his face did not look very good.

Qi Wuhui sat up from the bed, his face ashen. When he thought of what had just happened, he became furious.

"hateful!"

"Ye Qiu, I can't stand with you."

He angrily slammed the table next to him, and with a bang, another innocent table was smashed to pieces.

Qi Wuhui didn't care at all. He took a breath for a while and finally caught his breath.

Outside the door, a group of disciples listened to the noise coming from inside and became very nervous.

They were already prepared to endure Qi Wuhui's wrath.

"Everyone, come in."

With an angry shout, the disciples outside came crawling in, each of them looking very nervous.

"Humph, you are a bunch of trash. Today, you have brought shame upon Cangjian Peak."

"With just this little ability, he still acts like he's the best in the world every day. He's so arrogant that he doesn't take anyone seriously."

"Now, our Hidden Sword Peak has become the laughing stock of the entire sect. Are you happy?"

No one dared to respond. Qi Wuhui became furious when he saw how useless they were.

We are both teaching disciples, but why are other people’s disciples better than mine in terms of practice and character?

Is it possible that Qi Wuhui is really worse than Ye Qiu?

Back then, when Qi Wuhui was still a disciple, among his fellow disciples, only Meng Tianzheng could surpass him.

Now, it is his turn to take charge of Cangjian Peak, but his own disciples are not even as good as Zixia Peak, which is ranked last in the sect.

"Master, I'm sorry! It's our fault. We have embarrassed you. Please punish us."

Li Feichen said dejectedly, feeling very scared in his heart. He had said before with great ambition that he would get back the advantage.

In the end, not only did he fail to get it back, he also lost so badly. How could he still have that proud face he had before?

"Punishment? Can punishing you save the reputation of Cangjian Peak?"

Qi Wuhui's face darkened and the more he looked at this group of disciples, the angrier he became.

In the crowd, Li Caisi remained silent, looking at his furious master and feeling more and more frustrated.

Could it be that in his eyes, the safety of his disciples is less important than his so-called face?

The gap is really too big in this comparison.

He regretted why he wanted to join Cangjian Peak. In such a mountain range where there was no humanity and only profit, he could not feel any care.

Qi Wuhui's face was dark and he was about to say something else when Qi Hao walked in hurriedly from outside.

He had just defeated his opponent with absolute crushing power, and before he had time to show off, he heard that Qi Wuhui had fainted from anger, so he hurried back.

Now seeing Qi Wuhui sitting there safely, Qi Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Qi Wuhui's old face was full of wrinkles, and he said bitterly: "Hao'er, your father has completely lost his face today."

"You didn't see the smug look on Ye Qiu's face at that time. I have never suffered such humiliation in my life."

“From now on, I, Cang Jianfeng, will never be able to hold my head up again in the sect.”

Qi Hao quickly comforted him, "Dad, don't worry! We haven't lost yet. We just lost two games today."

"Just wait and see. The humiliation suffered by our Hidden Sword Peak today, I will repay them a hundredfold one day."

Hearing his son's comfort, Qi Wuhui finally felt a little relieved.

Sure enough, at critical moments, you still have to look to your own children.

There is no hope for this group of disciples.

"With your words, I feel relieved! Now, my Cangjian Peak has suffered a series of defeats and lost face. Whether I can restore my dignity depends on you."

"Don't worry, father. I know what to do."

Qi Hao said with a gloomy face that Qi Wuhui's humiliation was equivalent to his humiliation.

How could he swallow this insult today?

Zixia Peak, Ye Qiu...

Humph, just wait and see, our feud is not over yet.

Qi Wuhui looked at his son with satisfaction, then looked at the disciples in front of him and said angrily, "All of you, face the wall and think about the past. Think carefully about why you are inferior to others. Think clearly and then come out."

No one dared to refute and could only bear it silently.

After everyone left, Qi Wuhui said solemnly: "Hao'er, although you have now reached the eighth level of Tianxiang, you can't take it lightly."

"Today I can feel that Ye Qiu's eldest disciple seems to have a high level of cultivation. Even when facing Fei Chen, who is at the third level of Tian Xiang, he did not use his full strength."

"I vaguely feel that her cultivation has probably reached the sixth level of Heavenly Phase, or even higher."

Qi Wuhui saw everything that Lin Qingzhu did today. Although Lin Qingzhu did not reveal his cultivation level, the faint aura flowing from him gave him a sense of crisis.

Qi Hao was also stunned when he heard this. He suddenly remembered that when he was angered by Xiao Yi before, he also vaguely felt the threat from Lin Qingzhu.

Curiously, "Dad, could it be that she, a disciple who has only been here for three months, has a higher level of cultivation than me?"

"It's hard to say. Although Zixia Peak has few people, it has many treasures. Before Uncle Xuantian passed away, he also accumulated a lot of treasures. Maybe he passed them on to Ye Qiu."

"It seems that this kid really has nothing to hide from his disciples. He gave his second disciple a piece of precious bone from the fifth realm. This eldest disciple might also have a precious bone..."

The more Qi Wuhui talked about it, the more worried he became. If Qi Hao also failed, he might really lose all his face.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little regretful and wondered why he had made a bet with Ye Qiu in the first place.

This guy is a complete bottomless pit, and it is impossible to figure out his true colors.

It was ridiculous that he always thought that Ye Qiu was just a lucky loser who happened to inherit the Zixia Peak heritage.

Now it seems that the clown is actually himself.

Qi Hao suddenly felt the pressure doubled, but when he thought of the secret method that Qi Wuhui had taught him before, his self-confidence suddenly rose again.

He sneered and said, "Dad, you should relax. Even if she reaches the ninth level of Tianxiang, what does it matter?

As long as there is no distance, I can get her."

After the previous two experiences, Qi Wuhui no longer dared to show off or act recklessly before winning.

After all, being slapped in the face really hurts.

It's a good thing to have confidence, but we should be careful not to swell up our confidence, or become overly conceited and complacent.

It will make me embarrassed as well.

No, I have to stay calm this time. I must not show off before the outcome is decided.

Otherwise, that kid would definitely not let me go and would humiliate me madly.

Qi Wuhui thought secretly in his heart that although he had great confidence in his son, he still left some room for maneuver.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand things, just be prepared for the worst.

What if I lose again?

"Well, it's good to have confidence!"

Qi Wuhui calmly stood up from the bed, adjusted his state, and prepared to go back to watch the competition.

As the chief referee of this martial arts competition, he cannot be delayed by these trivial matters.

"Alright! You just finished the first game. Go back and have a good rest. You can play the second game tomorrow.

Don't worry, before the finals, I will definitely keep you in perfect condition and you won't get hurt at all."

Qi Wuhui smiled sinisterly, this might be the only benefit of being a referee.