The fist shadows coming from all directions were fictitious and real, and it was impossible to distinguish between true and false. Song Yan was a little panicked, but immediately his mind moved and he thought of his newly acquired magical power.
"Turn on the magical power of clairvoyance, slow state."
As his thoughts were turbulent, Song Yan felt his eyes heat up, and then the shadows of fists around him became extremely slow in his eyes. Which one was real and which one was fake could be seen through at a glance.
"ha."
He let out a soft drink, ignoring most of the fist shadows, but raised his fist to hit both fists.
"Bang!"
The force shook, the fist shadows all over the sky disappeared, and Zhao Fengyang staggered back again.
Zhao Xiaoyu almost made his eyes pop out when he saw this, how could Song Yan break the Lieyang Fist so easily.
This time, Song Yanke didn't give Zhao Fengyang a chance to breathe. He spread out his body skills and rushed straight up like a sharp arrow. His fists and legs turned into sharp attack weapons, covering Zhao Fengyang like a violent storm.
He was not worried that Zhao Fengyang could not resist it, because the other party had not yet used his inner strength, which meant that he still had some energy left.
Song Yan's moves were not good-looking, on the contrary, they were a bit ugly, but the parts he attacked with each move were vital parts of the human body's software. Therefore, Zhao Fengyang was forced to retreat step by step, which made Zhao Xiaoyu dumbfounded.
"Brother will not be defeated by that boy Song Yan, right?"
But she immediately thought that the eldest brother had not used his inner strength yet, and was only fighting for his physical strength. If he used his inner strength, he would definitely be able to turn things around.
Taking a few steps back again, Zhao Fengyang had no way to retreat. He knew that if he didn't use his inner strength, he would be defeated by Song Yan. Originally, he regarded Song Yan as a junior in his heart and wanted to fight with him. , also with the idea of guiding him.
Unexpectedly, a junior could be so powerful, and even his Fiery Sun Fist was no match for him.
Warriors are all eager to win, so...
"Hoo ho!"
Zhao Fengyang straightened up, and the force on his fists suddenly increased sharply.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
After several consecutive head-on encounters, Song Yan was forced to take three steps back, and the penetrating force made his arms numb.
He shook his arms, knowing that Zhao Fengyang had begun to use his inner strength.
However, he did not intend to use his inner energy, but to use the slow state of his clairvoyance power to find the flaw in Zhao Fengyang's moves to attack.
Zhao Fengyang fully thought that after using his inner strength, he would definitely suppress Song Yan. Unexpectedly, Song Yan changed his fighting style. Instead of confronting him head-on, he used his flexible footwork to focus on weaknesses in his moves. It was as if he could see through all his moves, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
finally.
"boom!"
Song Yan's right fist passed through the gap in Zhao Fengyang's moves and hit him on the lower abdomen.
"Um!"
With a muffled groan, Zhao Fengyang fell down and took five steps back to stabilize his body.
Song Yan flew forward again, but Zhao Fengyang raised his hand and shouted: "Stop, no more fighting!"
"Brother actually lost!"
Zhao Xiaoyu's mouth opened into an O shape. She never dreamed that Song Yan could defeat her elder brother.
Song Yan stopped and cupped his fists towards Zhao Fengyang: "Master, I'm offended."
Zhao Fengyang stared at Song Yan for three seconds before saying awkwardly: "I wanted to show you a few moves, but I didn't expect that you are already so strong. If you can develop your inner strength, your strength can still be improved." Take it to the next level.”
"The museum owner appreciates the award." Song Yan said modestly.
Zhao Fengyang waved his hand: "Don't say anything modest. We martial arts practitioners must have a strong and ferocious heart." At this point, he changed the topic again: "From what I saw just now, you have leapt from a tiger to a tiger." You have mastered the steps, and your body and footwork have reached an extremely advanced level. No wonder Xiaoyu praises you as a martial arts genius."
Song Yan wanted to be humble again, but when he thought of Zhao Fengyang's words, he could only smile.
"By the way, how is the progress of your "Nine-stage Breathing Method"?" Zhao Fengyang asked again.
"This, this?" Song Yan didn't know what to say, because with the help of the system, he had already practiced the "Nine Stages of Breathing Technique" to the highest level of perfection.
Seeing his expression, Zhao Fengyang thought he was embarrassed because he had not developed inner strength, so he comforted him: "Inner strength is not that easy to train. When I first started practicing, it took me three months to develop inner strength."
Zhao Xiaoyu also echoed: "I'm worse than my brother. It took me three and a half months. Don't be anxious and practice slowly. With your qualifications, you will master it sooner or later."
Hearing the words of comfort from the two of them, Song Yan was a little bit dumbfounded: "Actually, I have already developed my inner strength."
"What?"
"How can it be?"
The Zhao brothers and sisters exclaimed in unison, staring at Song Yan with disbelief.
"You brat, you didn't lie?" Zhao Xiaoyu asked again.
Song Yan nodded.
After getting Song Yan's confirmation, Zhao Xiaoyu was deeply shocked. It took her more than three months of practice to develop her inner strength. Even so, she was already considered outstanding, but how long did it take Song Yan
She had just given him the "Nine Stages of Breathing Technique" the afternoon before yesterday, and he was able to cultivate his inner energy just the next day. This was incredible.
Although Zhao Fengyang was surprised, he calmed down quickly and said to Song Yan with bright eyes: "Come on, Song Yan, use your inner strength to attack me with all your strength. Let me feel how far your inner strength has reached?"
"Isn't this bad?" Song Yan said tactfully. From the fight with Zhao Fengyang just now, he could see that Zhao Fengyang's internal strength was not as strong as his. If he attacked with all his strength, he would be injured.
Zhao Fengyang seemed to see through Song Yan's worries, so he said: "You only use your internal energy to attack, not your body's strength."
"Okay." Seeing Zhao Fengyang insisting, Song Yan had no choice but to agree.
Then, the two of them each stretched out a fist and then touched each other.
"Master, be careful, I'm going to use my inner strength." Song Yan reminded.
"Go ahead." Zhao Fengyang said confidently. He has been practicing the "Nine Stages of Breathing Method" for more than 20 years and has reached the level of Dacheng.
With a thought in Song Yan's mind, the inner energy in his Dantian burst out and flowed quickly along the meridians to his fists. However, he did not listen to Zhao Fengyang and only used 70% of the inner energy. "
Zhao Fengyang, who originally had a confident smile on his face, suddenly disappeared after feeling Song Yan's inner strength, and his eyes were filled with shock. How could his inner strength be so strong? He quickly raised his strength to fight, but... It's too late.
"Um!"
With a muffled groan, Zhao Fengyang's body flew out like a kite with its string broken, and hit the wall.
"The owner."
"Brother."
Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu stepped forward to help him up at the same time.
"Song Yan, what's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you not to use your body's strength?" Zhao Xiaoyu glared at him and blamed him.
"Xiaoyu, it's not Song Yan's fault, it's my own fault!" Zhao Fengyang said quickly: "I thought Song Yangang was the most basic in cultivating inner strength, but I didn't expect that his inner strength had reached such a terrifying level. If I hadn't guessed That’s right, his inner strength has been cultivated to perfection, and he is simply a martial arts genius that is rare to see in a century.”
"Ah, is this impossible?" Zhao Xiaoyu exclaimed again.
Zhao Fengyang ignored his sister, but stared at Song Yan and said, "Am I right?" If he hadn't been able to feel that the inner energy in Song Yan's body was the same as his, coming from the "Nine Stages of Breathing Method", he would definitely doubt Song Yan. I have practiced other internal skills before.
Under the gazes of the Zhao brothers and sisters, Song Yan nodded honestly.
Although Zhao Fengyang could confirm that Song Yan's internal energy came from practicing the "Nine Stages of Breathing Method", he still had some doubts, so he asked: "Have you ever practiced other internal energy before?"
"No, never?" Song Yan shook his head.
Zhao Fengyang sighed deeply, and felt extremely sad in his heart: "Hey, I hope you will answer that you have practiced it! It's really shocking! It took less than three days to practice the internal energy to perfection, and I practiced it for more than 20 years. Cultivate your inner strength to great perfection, sister, quickly find me a piece of tofu."
"Brother, why do you want tofu?" Zhao Xiaoyu asked in confusion.
"I'm going to kill you with tofu!"
Song Yan: "...!"
Zhao Xiaoyu: "...!"
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