Song Fei never expected that Song Cheng, a seventh-level martial artist, would actually lose to that loser. He wiped the blood on his face and felt a little stunned for a moment, obviously unwilling to admit that fact.
"Don't be afraid, cousin, let me see who it is?"
Sein Fei followed his instructions and looked around. When he saw the person clearly in the ring, he couldn't help but utter a voice of gloating: "That's the real show."
The visitor is none other than Song Yang, one of the best in the freshmen competition with high legs!
Ninth level martial artist, with high legs whose combat power is comparable to that of the first level Martial King!
"Why is he here? That's too fast!" Fatty Li was anxious in his eyes, even more nervous than he was in the ring.
"I guess I beat two people with the surname Song in a row, and their prestige was more or less destroyed. The tall-legged Song Yang was brought out to boost morale."
Song Yang was dressed in red and had a slender figure. He was very polite even when he kept his mouth shut: "Junior brother Zhou Yu is so outstanding. I really admire him and came here to ask for advice."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yang's spiritual power suddenly released. Zhou Yu's breathing was stagnant, and he immediately felt a different pressure than before.
I wonder if my body has already reached the ninth level of martial arts. If it had been someone else, my legs would have been weak under the pressure and my heart would have panicked.
Song Yang also secretly wondered whether a person with blocked spiritual veins could actually withstand the pressure of his ninth level. It seemed that the two people who lost before were not careless and underestimated the enemy.
"Junior Brother Zhou Yu, I have fought many times in a row. To be fair, he asked me to punch three times first. What do I think?"
Zhou Yu was not a saint, nor was he a fool. Naturally, he would not let go of such a good opportunity just to save face, so he immediately nodded in agreement.
The war is about to break out—
At that moment, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and the discussion was even more lively than when Zhou Yu defeated Song Chengqiu.
"Oh my god, Senior Sister Xiao is here!"
"Those two are so lucky to have Senior Sister Xiao come to watch the battle."
The beauty Mingyue is dressed in green clothes and walking with a sword. Her red hair and green sleeves are fluttering on the ground, leaving a lingering fragrance. She is so beautiful.
Zhou Yu clearly felt that when Xiao Lengyu came, Song Yang was very happy, and the little red face was full of expressions.
Turning his head to look at the fat man again, the guy glanced twice and although his heart was palpitating, he immediately set his sights on the ring and no longer cared too much about the beauty.
As expected of his brother, apart from being more interested in eating, drinking and sleeping, he is not good at anything else. He can't afford to miss that guy's weight.
Gathering his mind, Zhou Yu clenched his fists and charged forward, directly denying Jiuzhong's power.
Although Song Yang was prepared and had never underestimated Zhou Yu, he never expected that Zhou Yu's training method was different from others. A punch from the ninth level physical martial arts master came directly to him. Although Song Yang caught it, he could not The spiritual shield in front of him was directly broken by Zhou Yu!
I bet he reacted quickly, but I'm afraid he was already in trouble.
At this moment, Song Yang was knocked back countless steps by Zhou Yu's strength, and his feet were half outside the ring!
In that punch, Zhou Yu used 50% of his strength.
Taitung was in an uproar, everyone was obviously shocked by Zhou Yu's punch.
"There are two punches. Senior Brother Song, please take them."
It's too late to regret, so you can just bite the bullet and take it on.
Song Yang immediately sacrificed the golden bell shield, an intermediate Xuan-level magic weapon. It was much more advanced than the shield condensed with his own spiritual power. He didn't believe that Zhou Yu could hit the magic weapon very well.
Buzz —
A loud voice rang in everyone's ears. Although Zhou Yu was covered in burning dirt, his bulging muscles and strong arms all showed how handsome he was as a man.
At this moment, the golden bell cover of the intermediate Xuan level is full of cracks, and it will be completely broken if it is touched lightly.
That man actually broke his intermediate magic weapon!
What about his few defensive weapons
Please don't. There are so many people watching there. She is a rare beauty like Xiao Lengyu. He, Song Yang, has been angry for a long time. But now, he has knocked out his teeth and swallowed them with blood. He has to receive the last punch of that good-for-nothing Dong Dong. , he couldn't bear to take out the magic weapon and waste it again.
"Junior Brother Zhou Yu, if Jie Donglai is going to throw the last punch, don't blame me for not reminding me. After that punch, Junior Brother, I will have no chance."
Zhou Yu panted and nodded, but secretly he was secretly happy. The punch just now had only seven levels of strength, but the last punch was already full.
Song Yang had suffered two losses, but Nadong didn't dare to push the envelope any further and directly used two-thirds of the spiritual power outside his body to condense the defensive shield.
The spiritual power of the ninth level martial artist is undeniable. The spiritual power shield of that time was directly materialized and the color was so intense that even ordinary mortals could see the light clearly.
The first punch—
With a bang, Zhou Yu's fist penetrated directly into the spiritual shield and hit Song Yang. He and the shield were knocked away from the ring!
The whole place was in uproar again—
The fat man's mouth was as big as a duck's egg, and he couldn't speak for a long time after looking at Senior Brother Song's miserable condition.
"Then...then...can you be a senior brother at the ninth level of martial arts?"
He actually lost like that.
"He refuses to accept it! Elder, could Senior Brother Song let that guy punch three times? Not only did Zhou Yu take advantage, but he also knocked Senior Brother Song to the east of the ring without making any attacks, and the platform was flat!"
Song Fei immediately shouted loudly, and Song Jie naturally also started to help.
"No, no, elder, with Senior Brother Song's strength, how could he not be able to defeat that boy? If Senior Brother Song was kind-hearted, he gave the boy an advantage and they refused to accept it! Try again!"
"Give him peace!"
"If the rules are set by the two themselves, how can they be said to be cheap? Even if they ask for a do-over, it still depends on whether the person concerned has the strength."
Song Fei and the two of them were looking at Zhou Yu, but they didn't even pay attention to Song Yang. At this time, Song Yang's red coat was covered with blood stains, his face was as red as paper, and he didn't have any extra strength. Do it all over again.
So what if I had the upper hand? So what if Song Yang didn't take the initiative to attack? If you can't even catch the enemy's attacks, you've already solved your own problem.
Song Yang knew this very well. Although he was very angry, he couldn't do anything about the fact. He struggled to get up from the ground. He no longer looked as handsome as when he appeared on the stage just now, and he didn't dare to look up at Xiao Leng who was standing aside. Jade.
Suddenly she knew that in that woman's heart, she had become a big joke.
Song Yang narrowed his eyebrows and attributed the origin of all this to that good-for-nothing Zhou Yu. At this moment, there was no hatred in Song Yang's eyes.
"The sixteenth game, Zhou Yu, wins!"