Chapter 35 (1/2)
The boxing shadow from all directions is false and real. The true and the false can't be distinguished at all. Song Yan is a little flustered, but he immediately gets a move in his heart and thinks of the new magic power.
”Turn on perspective, slow state.”
When his mind was in turmoil, song Yan felt his eyes hot. Then the shadow of the surrounding fist became very slow in his eyes. He could see through the real and the false at a glance.
”Ha.”
He let out a light drink, regardless of most of the shadow of the fist, but raised his fist to two fists.
”Bang!”
The power shakes, the shadow of the sky disappears, and Zhao Fengyang staggers back again.
It can be seen that Zhao Xiaoyu almost stares out his eyes, and song Yan breaks the fierce Yang fist so easily.
This time, song Yanke didn't give Zhao Fengyang a chance to breathe. His body moves like a sharp arrow, and his fists and legs turn into sharp weapons, like a storm attacking Zhao Fengyang.
He doesn't worry that Zhao Fengyang can't resist, because the other side hasn't exerted his inner strength, which means that he still has some spare power.
Song Yan's moves are not good-looking. On the contrary, they are ugly. But the parts he attacks are the key parts of human body software. Therefore, Zhao Fengyang is forced to step back for a while, which makes Zhao Xiaoyu look foolish.
”Big brother won't be defeated by song Yan
But she immediately thought that the elder brother had not used the internal force, and all he was fighting was the internal force. If he used the internal force, he would surely turn the world around.
After a few steps back, Zhao Fengyang has already retreated. He knows that if he doesn't exert his inner strength, he will lose in Song Yan's hands. Originally, in his mind, song Yan was regarded as a younger generation to see and fight with him. He also held the idea of instructing him.
I didn't expect that a younger generation could be so powerful, even if he used the strong Yang fist, he was not an opponent.
All the people in the martial arts have the idea of being competitive, so
”Shout!”
Zhao Fengyang's body straightened, and his strength rose sharply.
”Bang! Bang! Bang! ”
Several times in a row, song Yan was forced to retreat three steps in a row, and the penetrating force made his arms numb.
He shook his arms and knew that Zhao Fengyang had begun to use his inner strength.
However, he does not intend to use internal strength, but uses the slow state of insight to find the flaws of Zhao Fengyang's move to attack.
Zhao Fengyang man thought that after using the internal strength, he would suppress song Yan. Unexpectedly, song Yan changed his way of playing. Without hard contact with him, he would make use of the proportion of flexible footwork, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
Finally.
”Bang!”
Song Yan's right fist goes through the gap of Zhao Fengyang's move and hits him on the abdomen.
”Well!”
With a muffled hum, Zhao Fengyang fell down and came out. He had to quit five steps to keep his body stable.
Song Yan flies up again, but Zhao Fengyang raises his hand and shouts, ”stop, stop fighting!”
”Big brother lost!”
Zhao Xiaoyu's mouth is O-shaped. She never dreamed that song Yan could defeat her eldest brother.
Song Yan stopped his figure and threw a fist at Zhao Fengyang: ”the head of the museum, I'm offended.”
Zhao Fengyang stared at Song Yan for three seconds, and then said with embarrassment: ”I wanted to give you some tips. Unexpectedly, your strength is so strong. If you can practice your inner strength, your strength can go up to a higher level.”
”I'm flattered.” Song Yan is modest.
Zhao Fengyang waved his hand: ”if you are modest, don't say it. We martial practitioners should have a strong heart.” Speaking of this, he said another turn: ”from the point of view just now, you have integrated the Tiger Leap step, and your body method and footwork have reached a very high level. No wonder Xiaoyu praises you as a martial arts genius.”
Song Yan wanted to be modest again, but when he thought of Zhao Fengyang, he had to smile.
”By the way, how is your nine breath act progressing?” Zhao Fengyang asked again.
”This, this?” Song Yan doesn't know how to say it, because with the help of the system, he has cultivated the nine breath method to the highest level.