C239 (1/2)

Lu Yu walked directly to the competition platform.

”Oh, I'm afraid of death.”

”Look, that boy is not old, and his cultivation is just a talent. Don't say it's elder martial brother Song Yang. Even I can fix him. ”

”Elder martial brother Song Yang has done a lot of work. This boy is going to have bad luck.”

All the onlookers are waiting to see the joke.

Song Yang also looked up and down Lu Yu and said with a sneer: ”I went out of the pass and heard that a group of new people just came in recently. I didn't expect that a person from the Huagang state would dare to enter our tianwu Pavilion. I thought no one would come this year. ”

”Elder martial brother Songyang, it's hard to meet a new man. You can teach him well.” The crowd roared.

Song Yang said with a cold smile: ”don't worry, after all, it's my brother. Of course I'll take good care of you.”

Lu Yu looked at some of the people below, frowned and said, ”don't waste time, all of you, go on together.”

All of them were stunned. For a while, they didn't understand what Lu Yu really meant.

But then, someone knew what Lu Yu was going to say.

”Isn't this a fool who came here for fun?”

”I guess he knows that he can't beat him. He just wants to challenge a group of us. Even if he fails, he will have face.”

”Hehe, he is good at calculating, but he doesn't know that our elder martial brother Songyang is cruel.”

There are no disciples coming forward. On the stage, there are still only Lu Yu and Song Yang.

Song Yang would have been lying on the ground of the man in white, kick away, eyes in a cold light.

”If you linger, you'll be beaten!”

Song Yang suddenly burst into a rage, and his fists began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, his whole body breath also suddenly becomes strong, one after another wind swept over his body.

”Shanhaibaquan!”