Chapter 35: My sister find me a piece of tofu.

The fist shadows from all directions were false and true, and the truth was not clear at all. Song Xuan was a little flustered, but immediately his heart moved, thinking of the newly acquired magical power.
"Open the perspective magic power, slow."
In the turmoil of his mind, Song Yong felt his eyes warm, and then the surrounding shadows became extremely slow in his eyes, which was true and which was false, and he saw through at a glance.
"what."
He gave a light drink, disregarding most of the fist shadows, but raised his fists to both fists.
"Oh!"
The strength shook and the shadow of Mantianquan disappeared, and Zhao Fengyang's figure receded again.
It can be seen that Zhao Xiaoyu almost glared at his eyes, why Song Yan broke the Lie Yang fist so easily.
This time, Song Ye did not give Zhao Fengyang a chance to pant, and his body unfolded like a sharp arrow, and both his fists and legs turned into attack weapons, covering Zhao Fengyang like a storm.
He wasn't worried that Zhao Fengyang couldn't resist, because the other party hadn't worked hard enough, indicating that he still had more power.
Song Zheng's moves are not good-looking. On the contrary, they are a little ugly, but the part he attacks is the key part of human body software. Therefore, Zhao Fengyang was forced to retreat, which made Zhao Xiaoyu dumbfounded.
"Brother won't be defeated by Song Yi's kid, right?"
However, she immediately thought that her elder brother had not used the inner strength yet, and he was only fighting for strength. If he used the inner strength, he would definitely turn things around.
Taking a few steps back, Zhao Fengyang has already retreated. He knows that if he doesn't use his energy again, he will lose to Song Yan. He originally thought of Song Yan as a junior in his heart and tried with him. It is also the thought of pointing him.
Unexpectedly, a junior was so powerful that even he used the fierce yang punch is not an opponent.
Samurai has the idea of ​​being competitive, so ...
"Whoo!"
Zhao Fengyang's body was straightened, and his strength in his fists suddenly skyrocketed.
"Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!"
Hitting it several times in a row, Song Xuan was forced to take three steps in a row, and his penetrating power shook his arms.
He shook his arms and knew that Zhao Fengyang had begun to use inner strength.
However, he does not intend to use internal strength, but to use the slow state of seeing magical powers to find Zhao Fengyang's tricky vulnerabilities to attack.
Zhao Fengyang thought that after using the inner strength, he would definitely suppress Song Yan. However, Song Yan changed his style of play, instead of hitting him hard, using the flexible footwork to lose weight. As if he could see through all his moves, it made him very uncomfortable.
at last.
"boom!"
Song Yan's right fist passed through Zhao Fengyang's move and hit him on the lower abdomen.
"Ok!"
With a dull hum, Zhao Fengyang stumbled, and withdrew five steps to stabilize his figure.
Song Kun flew up again, but Zhao Fengyang raised his hand and shouted, "Stop, stop playing!"
"Big brother lost!"
Zhao Xiaoyu's mouth opened into an o-shape, and she never dreamed of it. Song Yan could beat her elder brother.
Song Zheng stopped his body and held a fist to Zhao Fengyang: "The owner, offended."
Zhao Fengyang stared at Song Ye for three seconds before he was a little embarrassed and said, "I wanted to point you to a few moves. I didn't expect that your strength was already so strong. If you can train your inner strength, your strength is still Take it to the next level. "
"The museum owner has won the prize," Song Yong said modestly.
Zhao Fengyang waved his hand: "Don't say humble words, our martial arts practitioners must have a strong heart." With that said, his words turned again: "From the point of view, you have already made a tiger leap. Bu Rong can be connected, and both body and footwork have reached an extremely high level. No wonder Xiao Yu praises you as a martial art genius. "
Song Yan wanted to be humble again, but had to laugh at Zhao Fengyang's words.
"By the way, how is your" Nine-Section Breathing Method "progressing?" Zhao Fengyang asked again.
"This, this?" Song Ye didn't know how to say it, because with the help of the system, he had cultivated the "Nine-Section Breathing Method" to the highest level of perfection.
Seeing his expression, Zhao Fengyang thought he wasn't embarrassed to practice inner strength, so he comforted: "Inner strength was not so good. When I first practiced, it took me three months to develop inner strength."
Zhao Xiaoyu also echoed: "I was almost three and a half months older than my brother. Don't worry, practice slowly. You will be trained sooner or later with your qualifications."
After hearing the words of consolation from the two, Song Ye was crying and laughing: "Actually, I have already developed my inner strength."
"what?"
"How can it be?"
Brothers and sisters of the Zhao family exclaimed in unison, staring at Song Yong with incredible eyes.
"You smelly, didn't you lie?" Zhao Xiaoyu asked again.
Song Zheng nodded.
With the confirmation of Song Yong, Zhao Xiaoyu was deeply hit. She practiced for more than three months to develop her inner strength. Even so, she was already outstanding, but how long did Song Yong take?
She passed him the "Nine-Section Breathing Method" the afternoon before, and she cultivated her inner strength the next day, which is too bad.
Although Zhao Fengyang was surprised, he calmed down quickly, and his eyes were a little bright, and he said to Song Yi: "Come to Song Yi, use your inner strength to attack me with all your strength, and let me feel to what extent your inner strength has reached?"
"Isn't this good?" Song Xuan said euphemistically. From the moment he played with Zhao Fengyang, he saw that Zhao Fengyang's internal strength was not as strong as his.
Zhao Fengyang seemed to see through Song Xuan's concerns, so he said, "You only use internal strength to attack, not physical strength."
"All right." Seeing Zhao Fengyang insisting, Song Yan had to agree.
Then, the two reached out a fist, and then they resisted.
"The host is careful, I'm going to work hard," Song Kun reminded.
"Just come." Zhao Fengyang admits that he has practiced the "Nine-Section Breathing Method" for more than 20 years and has reached the stage of great achievement.
As soon as Song Min was thinking, the inner strength of Dan Tianzhong burst out and quickly flowed along the meridian to his fist. However, he did not listen to Zhao Fengyang and only used 70% of the inner strength. "
Zhao Fengyang, who had a smile of self-confidence on his face, suddenly felt the disappearance of Song Yan after feeling the inner strength of Song Yong, and his eyes were full of shock. How could his inner strength be so strong, he quickly resisted, but One step late.
"Ok!"
With a moan, Zhao Fengyang's body flew out like a disconnected kite and hit the wall.
"The owner."
"Brother."
Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu stepped forward to support him at the same time.
"Song Ye, what's the matter with you, isn't it for you not to use your physical strength?" Zhao Xiaoyu glared at him and blamed him.
"Xiao Yu, this is not to blame Song Yan, it's my own care!" Zhao Fengyang quickly said: "I thought Song Yan had just practiced inner strength most often, so how can he think that his inner strength has reached such a terrifying level, if I didn't guess Wrong, his inner strength has been cultivated to the full, it is a genius for martial arts that is rare in a century. "
"Ah, this is impossible?" Zhao Xiaoyu exclaimed again.
Zhao Fengyang ignored his sister, but stared at Song Yong: "I'm right?" If it wasn't for him to feel the inner strength of Song Yong's body like him, it was all from the "Nine Paragraph Breathing Method". He would definitely doubt Song Yong. I have practiced other internal skills before.
Under the gaze of the brothers and sisters of the Zhao family, Song Zheng nodded honestly.
Although Zhao Fengyang could confirm that Song Yun's internal strength came from practicing the "Nine-section Breathing Method", he was still a little skeptical, so he asked, "Have you ever practiced other internal skills before?"
"No, never?" Song Yan shook his head.
Zhao Fengyang sighed deeply, only felt very sad inside: "Hey, I hope you answered the cultivation! It is too shocking! I practiced my internal skills to the full in less than three days, and I practiced for more than 20 years. Cultivate your internal skills to Dacheng, sister, find me a piece of tofu. "
"Brother, what do you want tofu?" Zhao Xiaoyu asked puzzled.
"I'm going to die with tofu!"
Song Yan: "...!"
Zhao Xiaoyu: "...!"
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