C55 (2/2)
”…”
Yang Yi instantly understood what was going on. His mouth was agape and he was completely speechless.
Chen Cheng also understood what was going on immediately from Ye Zhen's gaze. With a red face and sparkling eyes, she said excitedly, ”Okay, okay. You guys can all compete with each other.”
”Compete in what?”
Murphy had a blank look on her face.
”…”
Ye Zhen was also completely speechless.
Yang Yi saw that his anger had been turned into anger by this bastard's words. He wanted to vent it, but had nowhere to vent it. He nearly choked on his anger to the point of internal injuries.
”Ye Zhen! I don't want to waste my time talking to you anymore, I'll give you one last chance. If you don't attack, don't blame me for attacking first! ”
Yang Yi's entire body flickered with light, truly angry.
Ye Zhen shrugged his shoulders and said, ”Senior brother Yang, a forcefully twisted melon is not sweet, can you not force me?”
”I'm just forcing you, what can you do to me?”
Yang Yi sneered.
”Bam!”
Just as Yang Yi finished speaking, Ye Zhen disappeared from where he stood and instantly reappeared in front of him. Ye Zhen's fist violently landed on Yang Yi's chest.
”Hahaha …” Ye Zhen! You cowardly trash, you're finally willing to make a move! Do you think I'm afraid of you just because of your sneak attack? Do you know of my cultivation technique? ”
Ye Zhen's fist was still pressed against his chest, but he started laughing out loud. His face was full of contempt and ridicule, as he stood there without moving an inch.
”I've said it before. I'll let you attack first. Since I'm senior brother, I'll let you have your fist. When you hit me with the first fist, I didn't move an inch. What can you do to me?”
Yang Yi's face was full of pride. His entire body flickered with silver light, and a thin layer of silver armor appeared on his body like a war god.
Ye Zhen's fist did not have any light. It was as if he did not have any energy at all. The fist was pressed against his chest, not able to move it in the slightest.
”Alright!” Now that you've already struck your first punch, it's my turn to attack! Hmph, even if you have reached Foundation Establishment, so what? ”The strength of this punch is negligible, I …”
Yang Yi had an expression of ridicule on his face. Just as he said that, he suddenly felt a boiling hot air current surge up from his body. That air current actually passed through his meridians and entered his dantian, then continued downwards from his dantian …
Ye Zhen seemed to have been frozen in place. His fist was still pressed against Liu Ming's chest, but the corner of his mouth was twitching slightly.
”Pfft!”
That stream of air flowed down along his Dantian, suddenly reaching his intestines, and rolled out of his asshole. Yang Yi couldn't help but let out an extremely loud fart.
”Puchi!”
This time, it was actually Chen Cheng and Miao who couldn't help but secretly laugh.
Damn it!” You bastard, I'm going to... ”Ah!
Yang Yi's face turned red as he swore. Before he could finish his sentence, an even stronger current of air suddenly burst out of his body, carrying the thing in his intestines!
”Pfft!” ”Crack …”
The pants on the back of his butt suddenly burst open, and a yellow thing shot out like an arrow, flying high into the air before falling down.
This time, he was in an even more miserable state than Ye Feiyang. Naturally, he vomited even more feces.
”Ugh …”
The three girls didn't even have time to laugh as their faces suddenly changed. They turned around and fled into the cave, vomiting loudly.
Ye Zhen released his fist, turned his head and smiled bitterly, ”Ladies and gentlemen, can we puke outside?”
”Scram!” Disgusting ghost! ”
A voice filled with hatred came from inside, followed by her vomiting again.
At this moment, Yang Yi was standing on the spot as if he had been struck dumb. He smelled the strong stench that he spat out, and suddenly felt as if he was dead.
This was even more difficult to accept than death!
The dignified Foundation Establishment genius disciple of Xiao Yun Feng had actually been punched to the point of spitting shit …
Yang Yi's legs trembled, and his tears instantly flowed down.
A man as resolute as he was actually crying after being punched by that bastard Ye Zhen. If word of this got out, who knew how many times his jaw would drop?