The members of the Yang League burst into laughter.
Song Yang shocked Sima Feng away with a small move, making them feel for the first time that being a student in the elite class of the upper house was nothing special.
Even the warriors from the Banba Alliance started laughing, but they held it back later.
Sima Feng's face looked very ugly.
He heard everyone's laughter, which made him feel embarrassed.
He was indeed frightened by Song Yang just now, and jumping up was completely an instinctive action.
Sima Lang ran over.
Seeing him, Sima Feng whispered, "Brother Lang, why didn't you tell me there was a master here?"
Sima Lang felt very aggrieved and said, "I did say that, but you ran too fast, cousin, and didn't hear what I said at all."
Sima Feng was furious.
There was nothing he could do.
Song Yang said at this time: "Since you two brothers have gathered together, you can both stay. There are still two paths, you can choose your own way."
Sima Feng's face changed drastically.
He said, "Song Yang, my cousin is a student in the elite class of the upper academy. Our Sima family also has connections in other martial arts academies. Are you sure you want to sentence us to death?"
Sima Lang also said: "Right! The world of warriors is huge. Song Yang, you are only powerful in the High Martial Arts Academy. When you leave the school, there are even more powerful people waiting for you! If you make us lose face, our Sima family will not let you go!"
Song Yang chuckled and raised his hand to hit Sima Lang.
The illusory spiritual energy was condensed into a palm.
Sima Feng's face changed, and he hurriedly condensed a palm print, which collided with the attack launched by Song Yang.
There was only a loud bang, and all the warriors in the study room shook violently, and were shaken by the palm wind and couldn't stand steadily.
They looked at Song Yang and Sima Feng standing in the venue with shocked expressions.
The attacks of the Zhenyuan realm warriors were indeed powerful, and ordinary warriors like them could not even withstand one tenth of their strength.
Sima Lang hugged Sima Feng's arm and trembled.
Cold sweat kept coming out from his forehead and running down his cheeks.
For the first time, Sima Lang intuitively felt Song Yang's strength.
Thinking about it, I actually had the guts to confront him when he sent me the samples. I was so bold!
Song Yang said at this time: "Not bad, Sima Feng, you can actually take one twentieth of my attack, you are worthy of being a warrior of the seventh level of the True Yuan Realm."
Sima Lang's face changed drastically.
The other warriors were also in an uproar.
Song Yang's attack power just now was already strong enough, but I didn't expect that it was only one twentieth of his attack power.
If he attacks with all his strength, won't Sima Feng be torn into pieces
Sima Feng said: "The mountains remain unchanged, the water flows forever, we brothers bid farewell to Songyang!"
He didn't want to stay there any longer, otherwise he would be held back and couldn't leave even if he wanted to!
Song Yang said: "You want to leave? It's not that easy. Stop right there."
Sima Feng's body trembled when he heard Song Yang's voice.
He pulled Sima Lang and ran out of the study room quickly, his steps were very fast.
No matter how powerful Song Yang is, he can't stop the two people even through the wall!
It seemed that the two of them were about to disappear.
Song Yang chuckled, stretched out two fingers and pointed forward. The shadows of the two fingers flew out and chased out the door.
Two screams of pain were heard from afar, and Sima Feng and Sima Lang suddenly increased their speed, disappearing over the horizon like an arrow shot from a bow.
Everyone in the study room opened their mouths wide, petrified.
Sima Feng and Sima Lang were so awesome just now, but they were taken away by Song Yang in the blink of an eye.
The warriors of the Banba Alliance were all terrified.
Zhang Cui, the leader of the third grade class bully, fainted on the ground, Sima Lang, the leader of the second grade class bully, was shot and fled, and the rest of the people lost their backbone and became a group of scattered sand.
Song Yang said, "Don't just stand there, choose a path to follow, or if you want to be like Brother Sima Lang, run while being shot at."