The Most Powerful Young Man

Seeing his two brothers lying on the ground, Fang Hai was very anxious. He didn't care whether he could martial arts or not, so he rushed towards Song Peng directly with his fists.

Song Peng just glanced at Fang Hai, and found that the opponent's footsteps were vain, with no foundation at all, and a sneer appeared on his face: "I can't help myself." He took a palm shot, and Fang Hai's body had already flown out, and there was nothing left. Those Song family members who were down all swarmed up and kicked violently at Fang Hai and Song Yilin.

"Stop it all!" The old man frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Father, these people are not the same way as us. Now give them some punishment, isn't there anything wrong, right?" Song Xuan seemed a little unhappy.

The old man sneered, staring at him tightly: "You are trying to move."

"..." After hearing the old man's words, Song Xuan took a few steps back even though he was dissatisfied.

He curled his lips, and could only temporarily suppress the unhappiness in his heart for a while. There was no way. Who would let his father see this person be polite? What weight can he have.

When the old man was talking, Xiao Yao was already struggling to get up.

Looking at Song Yilin and Fang Hai, who were covered with dirty footprints all over, he turned his face again, and coldly glanced at the people of the Song family.

"You, you, and you..." Xiao Yao reached out his hand and nodded.

"What do you want to say?" Song Xuan said with a smile while hugging his shoulders.

"Just now, you beat my brother." Xiao Yao said sternly.

"En?" Song Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help being happy. "Yes, you are right. We beat your brother just now. What can you do to us? Or defeat the swordsman, I thought How good are you, it seems like that now!"

Xiao Yao just smiled without speaking.

His smile looked dry and cold.

The old man sighed, amused in his heart.

He heard what Song Xuan said just now clearly, and he could only find it funny after hearing that.

How old is this man named Xiao Yao this year? But his strength, even in the cave, is probably the existence of a master. What's more, here is the secular world. The conditions in the secular world are difficult. He knows very well that he can cultivate to such a level in such a big environment. This shows the terrible talent of this young man.

Moreover, even in the face of opponents that are much stronger than him, there is little way to extinguish the spirit of his body.

Song Xuan is embarrassed to mock Xiao Yao?

Seriously, the old man was going to blush for Song Xuan.

They are all young people, but they are obviously not of the same world, and even said that Song Xuan does not even have the qualifications to support Xiao Yao!

Although he and Song Xuan are on one side now, the facts are what they should be.

"Xiao Yao, you lost." The old man said.

He coughed, and was about to do what his young master said, but Xiao Yao shook his head.

"I didn't lose." Xiao Yao said.

The old man became a little unhappy when he heard these words. Is it possible that this kid still intends not to admit it?

It's just that before he had time to ask a question, Xiao Yao spoke again.

"I still have combat power, I have not fallen down, you have not made me incapacitated, and you have not made me unable to breathe. I am standing well now, why did I lose?" Xiao Yao stared at the old man and asked. Tao.

The old man suddenly didn't know what to say.

In fact, what Xiao Yao said was the fact. Now that he can still stand, there is no way to determine that the opponent has lost.

However, what is the point of being unwilling to admit defeat with such a power gap? At least in the eyes of the old man, Xiao Yao is not his opponent at all. It is not a good thing to admit defeat now. At the very least, he can suffer less flesh and blood. Why doesn't this kid understand?

It’s just that since Xiao Yao is unwilling to admit defeat, he is embarrassed to say more if it’s extra, so he nodded: "You’re right, and you’re still standing, it’s not a loss, but you’re sure, you have to continue. ?"

"I want to avenge my brother." Xiao Yao glanced at the old man, then glanced around Song Xuan and others, split his mouth and smiled, "You, and them." There were blood stains on his white teeth. Originally, the blood on his face was only a small patch, but after the previous touch, his face was covered with slimy blood stains. Under such circumstances, it was accompanied by a cold smile on his face. Somewhat scary.

Song Xuan and the others who were stared at by Xiao Yao couldn't help but shudder.

"Hmph, this kid is not the old man's opponent, so he has to kneel down and sing to conquer. Are you afraid of a fart?" Song Xuan and others began to comfort themselves so in their hearts.

The old man narrowed his eyes to look at Xiao Yao, for a long time, he let out a long sigh of relief.

He suddenly felt that Xiao Yao was a bit pity.

If such a person has a prominent posture and is a nobleman in the cave, he will definitely become an unparalleled master, not only because of the opponent's talent, but more importantly, his character.

"Then go ahead." Although the old man values ​​Xiao Yao in his heart, the other party is not theirs after all, so he still has to continue doing what he should do.

After saying this, the old man rushed to Xiao Yao again, and threw out Xiao Yao again with a punch.

"Haha! This grandson, don't pretend. Are you forced?" Song Xuan was a big leap.

"No, I thought this guy was a super Saiyan, and he had to transform after he said something cruel. The feelings were just a simple pretence. Force!" Another young son of the Song family couldn't help it. Happy.

After this conversation, the young people of the Song family laughed louder.

They just laughed and laughed, so they couldn't laugh.

Xiao Yao got up again, and the blood-stained hands left two scarlet palm prints on the ground.

It looks very eye-catching. It's very dazzling in the sun.

The old man couldn't bear it anymore.

"Go down," the old man said.

"Continue." After Xiao Yao finished this sentence, he stumbled towards the old man. Since the opponent is not willing to take the initiative, he should turn his passiveness into an active one.

The old man looked at Xiao Yao tremblingly running towards him, rubbed his temple with one hand, and put the other hand behind him.

In Xiao Yao's state now, let alone him, even Song Peng could easily take care of him.

"Why bother?" The old man grabbed Xiao Yao with one hand and said bitterly, "Well, as long as you are willing to help us do things, I will let you go, and your friends, oh, including your friends. Father, grandpa."

The old man simply stated his purpose directly.

Xiao Yao split his mouth and smiled.

The smile made the old man feel very uncomfortable, as if it was a mockery of himself.

"I didn't lose, and I don't need anyone to give it." After saying this, Xiao Yao suddenly flashed a cold light in his eyes. Taking advantage of this, he threw a punch and hit the old man's armpit.

The old man resisted the pain, furious, and slapped Xiao Yao away again with a palm.

"You are looking for death!" the old man shouted, "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Seeing that Xiao Yao seemed to be still going to stand up, he quickly walked a few steps forward, raised his foot and stepped Xiao Yao on the ground.

"Tell you, I don't want you to stand up, you can't stand up. Don't think that you are very strong now, and your perseverance can't touch others."

Xiao Yao opened his mouth and was happy: "I never thought about moving anyone, I just want to tell you that I didn't lose!" After saying this, he grabbed the old man's ankle with both hands, wanting He moved the foot that was on his body, but no matter how much strength he exerted, the foot remained motionless.

"Brother Xiao, stop!" Song Yilin, who was lying on the ground, also wanted to stand up, but Song Peng also came to the front. Like the old man, he also raised a foot and stepped on Song Yilin's body.

Song Yilin's face was full of tears, a big man, this time crying like a child.

"Brother Xiao, we surrender, we surrender!" Song Yilin shouted, finally his voice became a little hoarse.

Xiao Yao glanced at him with a smile on his face.

Seeing Xiao Yao smiling, Song Yilin cried even harder.

Xiao Yao was telling him with such a smile that he would not give up.

Xiao Yao grasped the soil tightly with both hands.

His eyes flashed red, which meant that he was completely angry at this time.

"what!"

The sky shook with a roar, and was furious.

Blood began to leak out from the cracks of Xiao Yao's nails, which looked a little horrible.

His teeth were almost crushed, his face was distorted to the extreme, and the veins on his forehead were exposed, as if it would explode at any time.

He gasped, desperately squeezing his body, trying to mobilize all the vitality hidden in his bones.

At this time, the dragon-shaped pendant hung on Xiao Yao’s neck was slowly changing. Suddenly it began to flash with a red light, and the jade pendant began to inject this into Xiao Yao’s body. Pure aura.

"En?!" The old man who stepped on Xiao Yao also immediately noticed something was wrong, the expression on his face immediately changed, his brows immediately frowned, he leaned down, just about to grasp the piece that exudes light.

After he saw the shape of the pendant, his face changed drastically, and his whole body seemed to have lost the ability to move.

But in the next second, his body was pushed out by a powerful energy, and he fell heavily to the ground, ignoring the meat.

"Presumptuous!" There was a loud roar.

This voice sounded a little illusory, as if it had come from another world.

When that voice sounded, the old man's face changed again.

"It's this voice, it's this voice... Is it him? Isn't he dead yet, he's still alive?"

When he was speaking, the surrounding aura also changed rapidly, and that energy produced a strong pressure, and it pressed toward the old man.

"Crack, click!"

This is the sound of broken bones.

The old man's expression looked very painful, and the bones on his body seemed to be broken one by one.

"Ah!" He raised his head and wailed in pain.

Xiao Yao did not know this.

At this time, his spirit had already escaped from the body and entered a dark world.

In this world, there is a strong aura that gives him an indescribable comfort, as if he was thrown into the warm spring water.

The heat penetrates every pore and begins to wash the flesh and blood, meridians...