Chapter 35

The shadows of fists from all directions were unreal and real, and it was impossible to distinguish the real from the fake. Song Yan was a little flustered, but immediately his heart moved, thinking of the newly acquired supernatural power.

"Enable perspective magic, slow state."

During the turmoil in his mind, Song Yan felt his eyes heat up, and then the shadows of the fists around him became extremely slow in his eyes. Which one is real and which one is fake can be seen at a glance.

"what."

He let out a light drink, ignoring most of the fist shadows, but raised his fist and slammed into two fists.

"Bang!"

The force shook, the shadow of the fists in the sky disappeared, and Zhao Fengyang staggered back again.

It can be seen that Zhao Xiaoyu almost stared out his eyeballs, how could Song Yan break Lieyang Fist so easily.

This time, Song Yan didn't give Zhao Fengyang a chance to catch his breath. His body technique spread out like sharp arrows, and his fists and legs were turned into sharp weapons, covering Zhao Fengyang like a violent storm.

He was not worried that Zhao Fengyang would not be able to resist, because the other party hadn't used his inner strength yet, indicating that he still had spare strength.

Song Yan's moves were not good-looking. On the contrary, they were a little ugly, but the parts he attacked with each move were the vital parts of the human body's soft body. Therefore, Zhao Fengyang was forced to retreat step by step, which made Zhao Xiaoyu dumbfounded.

"Big brother won't be defeated by that kid Song Yan, right?"

But she immediately thought that the eldest brother hadn't used his inner strength yet, he was only fighting with physical strength. If he used his inner strength, he would definitely be able to turn things around.

Taking a few steps back, Zhao Fengyang had nowhere to go. 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 fought with him. , is also holding the idea of ​​pointing him.

Unexpectedly, a junior is actually so powerful, even his Lieyang Fist is not an opponent.

Warriors all have the idea of ​​being competitive, so...

"Hoohoo!"

Zhao Fengyang straightened his body, and the strength of his fists suddenly increased sharply.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After several consecutive head-to-head encounters, Song Yan was forced to take three steps back in a row, and the penetrating force made his arms go numb.

He shook his arms, knowing that Zhao Fengyang had already started to use his inner strength.

However, he did not intend to use his inner strength, but instead used the slow state of the perspective magical powers to find the flaws in Zhao Fengyang's moves to attack.

Zhao Fengyang thought that after using his internal energy, he would definitely suppress Song Yan. Unexpectedly, Song Yan changed his style of play. Instead of confronting him, using his flexible footwork would be useless. It made him feel very uncomfortable as if he could see through all his moves.

finally.

"boom!"

Song Yan's right fist passed through the gap in Zhao Fengyang's move and hit his lower abdomen.

"Um!"

With a muffled groan, Zhao Fengyang fell down and took five steps to stabilize his body.

Song Yan flew up again, but Zhao Fengyang raised his hand and shouted, "Stop, stop fighting!"

"Big brother actually lost!"

Zhao Xiaoyu's mouth opened into an O shape, she never dreamed that Song Yan would be able to defeat her eldest brother.

Song Yan stopped his body and clasped his fists towards Zhao Fengyang: "The owner of the museum, I have offended you."

Zhao Fengyang stared at Song Yan for three seconds, and then said a little embarrassedly: "I wanted to give you some tips, but I didn't expect that your strength is already so strong, if you can develop your inner strength, your strength will still be strong. Take it to the next level."

"The owner of the museum has won the prize." Song Yan said modestly.

Zhao Fengyang waved his hand: "Don't say it if you are modest, we martial arts practitioners must have a fierce heart." At this point, he changed his words again: "From just now, you have already jumped the tiger. You have mastered every step of the way, and your movement and footwork have reached an extremely high level, so it's 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 laugh.

"By the way, how's your "Nine Stage Breathing Technique" going?" Zhao Fengyang asked again.

"This, this?" Song Yan didn't know how to say it, because with the help of the system, he had already cultivated the "Nine Stage Breathing Technique" to the highest perfection.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Fengyang thought he was embarrassed for not developing his inner strength, so he comforted him: "Inner strength is not so easy to practice. When I first started cultivating, it took me three months to develop inner strength."

Zhao Xiaoyu also echoed: "I'm almost worse than my brother. It took three and a half months. Don't worry, practice slowly. With your qualifications, you will practice it sooner or later."

Hearing the comforting words of the two, Song Yan was a little bit confused: "Actually, I've actually developed my inner strength."

"what?"

"how is this possible?"

The Zhao brothers and sisters exclaimed in unison, all staring at Song Yan with disbelief.

"Stinky boy, you didn't lie?" Zhao Xiaoyu asked again.

Song Yan nodded.

With Song Yan's confirmation, Zhao Xiaoyu was deeply affected. She practiced for more than three months before she developed her inner strength. Even so, she was considered outstanding, but how long did it take Song Yan to use it?

She only passed him the "Nine-Duan Breathing Technique" the day before yesterday afternoon, and it was only the next day that she cultivated her inner strength.

Although Zhao Fengyang was very surprised, he recovered quickly and said to Song Yan with some light in his eyes: "Come on Song Yan, use your inner strength to attack me with all your strength. Let me feel how much your inner strength has reached?"

"Isn't that bad?" Song Yan said euphemistically, from the time he fought against Zhao Fengyang just now, he saw that Zhao Fengyang's internal strength was not as strong as his, and if he shot with all his strength, wouldn't it hurt him.

Zhao Fengyang seemed to see through Song Yan's worries, so he said, "You only use your internal strength to attack, not your physical strength."

"Alright then." Seeing Zhao Fengyang insisting, Song Yan had no choice but to agree.

Then, the two stretched out a fist each, and then clashed together.

"Be careful, the pavilion owner, I'm going to use my inner strength," Song Yan reminded.

"Come on." Zhao Fengyang said to himself that he had practiced the "Nine Stages of Breathing Technique" for more than 20 years and had reached the realm of mastery.

Song Yan's thoughts moved, and the inner energy in his dantian burst out, and quickly flowed along the meridians to his fists. However, he did not listen to Zhao Fengyang, and only used 70% of his inner energy. "

Zhao Fengyang, who had a confident smile on his face, suddenly disappeared after feeling Song Yan's inner strength, and his eyes were full of shock. How could his inner strength be so strong? One step late.

"Um!"

With a muffled groan, Zhao Fengyang's body flew out like a broken kite and hit the wall.

"The owner."

"Big brother."

Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu stepped forward at the same time to help him up.

"Song Yan, what's the matter with you, didn't you tell you not to use your physical strength?" Zhao Xiaoyu glared at him and blamed him.

"Xiaoyu, it's not Song Yan's fault, it's my own carelessness!" Zhao Fengyang said quickly, "I thought that Song Yan had just cultivated his inner strength the most, but I would have thought that his inner strength had reached such a terrifying level, if I didn't guess Wrong, his inner strength has been cultivated to perfection, and he is simply a martial arts genius that is rare in a century."

"Ah, this is impossible, right?" 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 sense that the internal energy in Song Yan's body was the same as his, it all came from the "Nine Stage Breathing Technique", he would definitely doubt Song Yan. I have practiced other internal skills before.

Under the gaze of the Zhao brothers and sisters, Song Yan nodded honestly.

Although Zhao Fengyang could confirm that Song Yan's inner strength came from cultivating the "Nine Stage Breathing Technique", he still had some doubts, so he asked, "Then have you practiced other inner strengths before?"

"No, never?" Song Yan shook his head.

Zhao Fengyang sighed deeply, only to feel extremely sad in his heart: "Hey, I hope you answer that you have practiced! It's really shocking! In less than three days, I cultivated my internal skills to perfection, and I have practiced for more than 20 years. Cultivate your inner strength to the highest level, girl, quickly find me a piece of tofu."

"Brother, why do you want tofu?" Zhao Xiaoyu asked in confusion.

"I'm going to hit him with tofu!"

Song Yan: "...!"

Zhao Xiaoyu: "...!"