Qiao Feng took a deep breath, his gaze full of caution.
"Brother Ye, I, Qiao Feng, admit defeat."
At this moment, Duan Yu walked over from the side.
"Brother Ye, I also want to spar with you, how about a friendly match?"
Watching Qiao Feng's combat with Ye Chen made him look forward to a bout with Ye Chen himself.
At this moment, his blood was boiling, and he couldn't wait to face Ye Chen.
Ye Chen smiled and said, "What shall we compete in?"
Compared to Qiao Feng, Duan Yu's martial prowess was naturally lacking.
Duan Yu thought for a moment and said, "In martial arts, I'm certainly less skilled than you, Brother Ye, so I want to compete in Qinggong."
In the world of Heavenly Dragon Eight Books, Duan Yu's Qinggong was undoubtedly the best.
Even Qiao Feng couldn't match Duan Yu in Qinggong.
But Qiao Feng was curious.
This Brother Ye is so young, could his Qinggong be equally powerful?
If Ye Chen's Qinggong surpasses Duan Yu's, that would be amazing.
"Begin."
