Everyone didn't see anything about the slap just now, but after this slap, everyone could see that there was something wrong with Dai Songling's face, distorted as if crying and smiling, and they didn't know what was going on
Could it be that Mu Hanyan's two palms were not as simple as they seemed on the surface, and Dai Songling had already suffered internal injuries? But, does this legendary rich dude of the Mu family really have such a strong strength
Just when everyone was wondering and guessing, suddenly, a long, muffled sound came from Dai Songling. Then, there was another "puff puff puff..." a short muffled sound like a cannonball.
Then, a bad smell permeated the air.
"Ah, it stinks, it stinks, this old guy got his ass kicked out!" Finally, people realized what was going on, and they all held their noses and backed away.
The ancients said, loud farts don't stink and rotten farts don't make loud farts, and serial farts are both smelly and loud. It's really not nonsense, everyone is smoked to death.
"What did you eat yesterday? Why is it so stinky?" Mo Yanhong and the others also covered their noses and jumped aside, looking at Dai Songling with disgust.
Dai Songling was so ashamed that she wished she could just hit her head to death, she managed to suppress the turbid air, and then she let it out again. Now, comfortable is comfortable, but shameful, shameful.
"Officer Dai is really good at it, take my last slap." Mu Hanyan seized the time and slapped it again.
"Didn't you just admit defeat?" Dai Songling asked angrily.
"I'm talking about admitting defeat when you really can't do it, but you've been kicked out of your fart, and the next slap might be about to blow your shit out. Why should I admit defeat?" Mu Hanyan said with a mentally retarded expression on his face.
"Brat, how dare you play with me!" Dai Songling was furious. He held it so hard that he even gasped. Wasn't he just waiting for Mu Hanyan to admit defeat and apologize? How could he not be angry if he knew that others were playing tricks on him and sprinkled salt on his wound
"I only used seven points of strength in the two palms just now, but I will use all my strength in this palm." Mu Hanyan said coldly with a cold expression.
Come on, you think you are really a swordsman, and you are still seven points strong. Dai Songling thought contemptuously, he still had full confidence in his own strength, and never believed that Mu Hanyan could shake his inner organs with just seven points of strength.
That's right, it wasn't until he released that series of loud farts that he realized that his internal organs had been injured by Mu Hanyan. Even if he carelessly underestimated the enemy, even if Mu Hanyan was the peak strength of the great swordsman, if he didn't go all out, he wouldn't. It should have hurt him.
In his opinion, what Mu Hanyan said was nothing more than a bluff, and maybe he wanted to use his name to give him money.
You should be proud of being able to fart a majestic swordsman master... Cough... Cough...
But right away, he realized that he was wrong.
Although Mu Hanyan's palm was not powerful, it was faintly mixed with the power of wind and thunder. It was obvious that it had condensed the energy to the extreme, nearly twice as strong as the previous two palms.
This kind of strength is no longer as simple as surpassing the masters of the same level by many times, it is completely surpassed by several times. It can be said that half of his feet have stepped into the realm of the sub-sword master. It is absolutely impossible to say that he is the first person under the sword master share.
Finally knowing Mu Hanyan's true strength, Dai Songling's face changed drastically, and her heart was whizzing cold.
Seeing the change in his face, Mu Hanyan sneered even more.