After hearing Su Xiaoya's voice, Song Yang couldn't help but smile. Su Xiaoya was really silly and cute.
He pinched Su Xiaoya's wrist and whispered, "Don't worry, I don't take a scum like Nan Feng seriously."
Su Xiaoya's face turned slightly red. It was the first time that a boy held her hand like this. It was such an intimate contact and her heart was beating fast.
She was so excited that she couldn't even speak.
Only after Song Yang let go of Su Xiaoya's hand did she feel better.
Nanfeng came to Song Yang.
He looked at Jiang Biehe who was lying on the ground screaming, and said, "Song Yang, you are so cruel. It was just a competition, but you actually broke someone's leg."
Song Yang said, "You are so cruel. You know what happened just now, but you just said it was my fault. Didn't you see that this guy used his strongest attack? If I didn't use some strength, I would be the one lying on the ground now. I'm afraid no one would speak for me then."
Song Yang's words made Nan Feng's face darken.
He said: "You dare to talk back to me. It seems that it is time to teach you the rules of the House of Lords."
Song Yang said, "Stop talking nonsense. I know you want to cause trouble, so come on. Let your followers behind you come together. I'm afraid you will lose miserably and lose face later."
Damn! So arrogant!
Nanfeng looked at Song Yang with a cold look in his eyes.
He pinched his fingers, and saw the spiritual energy in the air fluctuate, and finally condensed into a small fist.
The fist was the same size as his palm. After seeing this fist condensed by spiritual energy, the warriors nearby were all shocked.
Only a warrior with a concentrated and still body can condense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into its true form, and the attack power of this is enormous.
If this life-sized fist hits your body, it would be as powerful as an all-out attack from dozens of True Yuan Realm warriors.
Song Yang finished his pretense and boasted, but this time he ran into Nanfeng, who was at the second level of the Condensation Realm. He was afraid that he would not be able to escape today!
Everyone was thinking about this in their hearts while looking at Song Yang, ready to see how he would respond.
Su Xiaoya gently pulled Song Yang's sleeve and said, "Song Yang, why don't you apologize to Senior Nan Feng? The cultivation of the Condensed Body Mirror is not a joke. You will be beaten to death."
Song Yang said: "It's still unclear who will be beaten to death. You should step back first. Women should not interrupt when men are talking."
Su Xiaoya wanted to speak, but was pushed away by Song Yang.
Nan Feng said: "Song Yang, you will pay the price for your big talk! Look at me, I will finish you off with one punch!"
He said, pumping his fist forward.
Then he saw a life-sized fist appearing in the air and rushing towards Song Yang.
Seeing this, Song Yang raised his palm slowly and said softly: "The first move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the dragon comes out to sea."
Oh~!
I saw an illusory dragon pattern coiled on his arm and flew forward.
The fist condensed by the spiritual energy shot out by Nanfeng at this time also arrived in front of Song Yang and collided with the dragon pattern released by Song Yang.
There was a loud bang, and a circular wave of spiritual energy spread out in all directions. Su Xiaoya couldn't help but cross her arms in front of her to block it.
Her hair was flying.
Su Xiaoya showed a look of horror. If the aftermath was so strong, then the attack power of both sides must be even stronger!
The rest of the warriors were shocked and retreated again and again. Those with less concentration sat down on the ground with looks of horror.