Tian Ziling burst out laughing and her shoulders trembled continuously.
Senior Brother Duan Shuiliu’s performance was so funny, he was simply a skit actor who was delayed by martial arts training!
It was already late at night.
Song Yang asked Tian Ziling to go first as he still had things to do.
Tian Ziling didn't want to go alone, but Song Yang forced her into a taxi.
After watching her get into a taxi and disappear into the street, Song Yang grabbed a pedestrian and threw him out.
There was a thud sound.
The pedestrian was thrown onto a telephone pole and dangled from it, swinging back and forth.
His behavior shocked the pedestrians around him and they all moved away.
Song Yang said: "Stop pretending. If you want to deal with me, do it sooner. I still need to go back to sleep."
“Pah pah pah~!”
A pedestrian with small eyes applauded first.
He walked to the front of the crowd and said, "My name is Fram. It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Song Yang. You have good observation skills. Even our perfect disguise can't fool you."
Song Yang said: "It's perfect. Pedestrians will not be uninterested in the fight just now. And if you want to dress up as a woman, at least find one without a beard! With your acting skills, you can't even touch the toes of the little golden man!"
Fram's face darkened.
He said: "No matter what, since you want to die, you can't blame us! Let's grab some weapons and kill him!"
Pedestrians threw away their hoods and rushed towards Song Yang with shining knives raised high.
One of them, a burly man with lipstick and a big beard, rushed the fastest.
Song Yang raised his hand and pulled back, causing his body to spin and finally fall down with a bang.
The remaining pedestrians rushed forward shouting.
A beggar holding a rotten rice bowl howled and smashed it towards Song Yang's face. He moved very quickly and it was obvious that he was a martial artist!
Song Yang sneered, unfolded his Baguazhang and crashed into the crowd.
After a scream, various human bodies flew into the air and finally fell to the ground, with screams mixing into one.
Song Yang walked up to Fram.
Fram was already stunned. He said, "Impossible! These are all warriors of the second level of internal energy. How could you defeat them so easily?"
Song Yang said: "They are all weaklings in front of absolute strength. Now it's your turn. Do you want to kneel down by yourself, or do you want me to beat you to your knees?"
Fram leaned back suddenly and kicked Song Yang in the face.
He shouted, "Don't be ridiculous! I am a martial artist at the fourth level of internal energy! Watch me beat you and turn the tables!"
Bang!
The powerful flying kick was blocked by Song Yang with one finger.
What?!
Fram was shocked.
He didn't expect that his strongest attack was actually blocked by Song Yang.
Song Yang said disdainfully: "You have so little strength, you should take more Liuwei Dihuang Pills."
Fram's face suddenly turned gloomy and he turned and ran away without thinking.
Song Yang slapped him.
Fram sneered in his heart, it would be strange if he could hit the target from such a distance!
“Pah~!”
Fram felt a shock in his heart and he fell to the ground, lying flat on his face.
“Pah, pah, pah~!”
Fram spat out several mouthfuls of bloody dirt.
He looked at Song Yang in horror. He was hit from such a distance. It was really weird!
Song Yang walked over and said, "Who sent you here? Tell me and I'll let you go."
Fram's face twisted into a look of refusing to surrender.
Song Yang grabbed his fingers and twisted them.
Fram's eyes widened, and he immediately screamed, "Ouch! It hurts, it hurts... Ouch! I'm dying, I'm dying! My fingers are going to break!"
Song Yang didn't let go, and smiled and said, "Now tell me, who sent you?"