Chapter 133 (1/2)

As soon as Song Hua waved, a young man standing behind him came out.

Before Chu Yan came here, he met the young man, but no one introduced him to his identity.

”This is my servant. His name is song Le. Zhenwu Wuzhong.” Song Hua said, ”you two have a fight, and it's just a matter of time.”

”Good.” Chu Yan Song Music a bow, ”song big brother, please teach.”

Although song Yue and Song Hua share the same surname, they are not related by blood, just the most common master servant relationship.

As Song Hua's servant, song Yue had no sense of existence.

But at the moment, Chu Yan, such a gifted warrior, called him brother song, showing enough respect, and did not despise him because he was a servant.

All of a sudden, song Yue was also very fond of Chu Yan.

Song Le smiles and bows his hand. ”Master Chu is polite. Just call me song Le. Let's have a fight. Don't hurt our friendship.”

In this scene, not only Song Hua, but also Lin Xiao and Lin chongtian nodded to themselves.

Song Hua was more appreciative of Chu Yan's attitude towards others.

Song Hua was always in contact with friars, so he knew that the attitude of friars towards mortals, including himself, was often revealed unconsciously.

But at the moment, he did not see this pride in Chu Yan.

This kind of character is not weak, nor gentle, but a strong person's own mind.

People with this kind of mind, no matter they are mortals, warriors or monks, will surely achieve something in their respective fields.

As soon as he read this, Song Hua became more and more determined to make good friends with Chu Yan.

Now make friends with Chu Yan. When Chu Yan comes out one day in the future, he will not forget today's relationship.

Even if Chu Yan didn't make great achievements in the future, but fell in the middle of the way, Song Hua would not lose anything.

While Song Hua was thinking about it, Chu Yan and song Le had already stood in the middle of the living room.

”Here we go.”

With Song Hua's order, song Yue stepped out.

”Tianxiaoquan!”

In a flash, song Yue showed the strength of his disciples.

The air around him burst out. At a glance, it seemed as if in the blink of an eye, song Yue burst out dozens of fists, each of which had the power of breaking the ground.

The stone slabs on the ground are cracking now, and the tables and chairs nearby are shaking up and down.

Although Lin Xiao and Lin chongtian are in the state of coagulation pulse, they are secretly frightened to see this scene at the moment.

Just when the fist was about to touch Chu Yan's body, he moved violently.

”Huju 11 kicks in a row!”

Shua!

Chu Yan's action is like tearing up the dark clouds and pouring down the lightning, extremely fierce and violent.

All the people in the room were breathing.

Crackle!

In a flash, the shadow of the fist in the air was all kicked out.

A burst of air mass, look at, like a dense burst of firecrackers in mid air.

The dense shadow of the fist, almost in an instant, was smashed, like a collapsed city wall.

Chu Yan's offensive was like a tidal current, as if the river was moving eastward, so it didn't give people any breathing opportunities at all.