If he had defended just now, it wouldn't be a big problem to block Mu Hanyan's palm, but the problem is that he underestimated the enemy, and he just took the palm with his chest.
In an instant, the defensive energy in his chest was shattered by Mu Hanyan's palm, and Mu Hanyan's incomparably solid energy also poured into his body like a flood from an impending embankment. Although it was discovered that something was wrong, he used the exercises to protect his internal organs in time, but the internal organs were still shaken by the powerful force.
Waves of severe pain flooded into her mind, Dai Songling's whole body convulsed, and at the same time, the turbid air in her body was rushing around. She felt nauseated, bored, dizzy, and wished to spit out the overnight meal to feel better.
"Guanshi Dai is really strong, and it's okay to receive my palm." Dai Songling was about to vomit when he heard Mu Hanyan say admiringly.
Dai Songling immediately woke up, she was the manager of the Mo Mansion, a master of the sword master realm, if she was beaten to vomit by a junior in front of so many people, she would not have any face, and her prestige in the Mo Mansion would plummet.
"Hmph, with your strength, of course it's impossible to hurt the old man." In desperation, Dai Songling could only resist the urge to vomit, and suppressed the turbid air again, pretending to be unfathomable Said like. At the same time, he struggled to squeeze out a smile, but why did this smile look so weird.
Pretend, I will let you continue to pretend. Seeing Dai Songling's constipated appearance, Mu Hanyan almost laughed out loud.
"Officer Dai, here comes the second slap." Not giving him a chance to breathe, Mu Hanyan immediately slapped the second slap.
Fuck? So fast, don't let me take a break. Dai Songling was so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood, the turbid air was still running around in her body, and when she moved her energy, she became nauseous and dizzy, how could she block this palm
No, I can't continue to be beaten like this. As soon as Dai Songling moved his shoulder, he wanted to block it. It was talking about making three tricks, but it didn't say that they could only stand and be beaten, and at worst they just didn't want to fight back.
But just as a thought came into his mind, before he could raise his hand, Mu Hanyan's voice drifted over again: "As expected of being in charge of the Mo family, the strength is really great, and you can take my two palms forcibly. If it's not possible, I can only admit defeat and apologize.”
Upon hearing this, Dai Songling immediately changed his mind. Others don't know how powerful Mu Hanyan is, but he has personally experienced that the cultivation base of a great swordsman is at the peak, and he is much stronger than other swordsmen of the same level.
If he really wanted to work as hard as Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun, he might not be able to defeat him easily, and even if he won, he might not be able to win glory. If you can get him to take the initiative to apologize, it will undoubtedly be the best result. If he reprimands him a few times in a pretentious manner, he will gain face and confidence, and if it spreads, he will gain a good reputation of caring for the younger generation.
Weighing the pros and cons, Dai Songling threw his hands behind his back and puffed out his chest again.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Mu Hanyan's palm was printed on his chest again, and endless power surged like a tsunami wave.
Boundless pain also invaded my mind again, and what was more uncomfortable than the pain was that the stale qi that had been suppressed with great difficulty ran wildly in the body again, making me feel nauseous.
"No, you must not lose face, hold back, hold back." Dai Songling's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his face was also turning pale, but he still desperately reminded himself, his eyes widened, and he tried his best to suppress the turbid air.