This is an honor.

For young talents, if they are qualified, they must strive to get a place on the list of geniuses.

Those who don't make the list are probably trash, with no qualifications or strength at all.

Therefore, after Long Fei was repulsed by Yang Ziyan that night, he was very dissatisfied.

After checking it later, I felt a little strange and wanted to confirm how strong Yang Ziyan was.

"I heard them say that you are a quasi-grandmaster. Can someone like you be more talented than me?"

"I just don't believe it, so I want to see if that night was not my imagination."

After saying this, Long Fei started to sit back and watch Yang Ziyan's funny dilemma.

"Young Master Long, why are you talking nonsense to him? Let's teach him a lesson first."

Murong got up, wiped the blood on his face, and said fiercely.

"Okay, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you. I'll let you know right away why the flowers are so red?"

Long Fei chuckled and gathered his strength, "Why don't I give you a chance and let you take action first?"

"Then tell me how red the flowers are?"

Yang Ziyan waved his hand and gently touched the table next to him.

Long Fei has some weird behavior.

However, the next moment his pupils suddenly shrank.

at the same time.

A layer of sawdust appeared where Yang Ziyan's hand slipped, leaving a trace.

This table is made of extremely stiff mahogany, its hardness is comparable to stone.

However, under Yang Ziyan's touch, a layer of skin fell off.

How is this possible.

What kind of trick is this?

"How come you have such great power?"

Just a moment ago, Murong was grinning with murderous intent, but the next second he was so frightened that he shut up.

As a person in the martial arts world, he naturally knows how this is caused.

strength.

This is absolute power.

If Yang Ziyan slapped the table into pieces, he might just be surprised.

But what Yang Ziyan just did was so gentle, you couldn't even feel that he was exerting any force.

It can only be said that this level of martial arts is beyond the scope of his understanding.

"Are you really a quasi-grandmaster?"

Long Fei's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

Even he couldn't do what Yang Ziyan did, only his master Zhang Daoxuan could do it.

This flower art,

In an instant, Murong's knees became weak and he knelt directly on the ground.

Quasi-grandmaster!!

My good boy!

He was provoking a quasi-grandmaster just now. Cold sweat broke out on Murong's forehead quickly. He couldn't believe the facts in front of him.

"Take a closer look."

Yang Ziyan gently raised his palm this time, slightly away from the table.

However, sawdust still flew up wherever it passed.

Moreover, Yang Ziyan's momentum suddenly increased.

Long Fei could clearly feel that Yang Ziyan's momentum was more than twice as strong as before, and he already had the pressure from his master.

call!

Long Fei suddenly understood something, his breathing became rapid and his face turned pale.

"Zong...Zong...Grandmaster..."

At this moment, Long Fei started to stutter even when he spoke.

His head was buzzing, and he completely forgot what he had just said, and there was only a look of horror in his eyes.

Such a young master!

This... is simply hell!

"What? Zong... Grandmaster..."

When the guests around him heard this, they all gasped.

Because of this horrifying momentum, their legs weakened and they all fell to their knees, trembling all over.

Murong almost fainted on the spot.

Grandmaster!

It's over, it's over, it's definitely over now...

"I have just entered the realm of a master. I haven't fully explored it yet, so I won't show off my shame."

Yang Ziyan stood up, stared at the stunned Long Fei in front of him, and shrugged his shoulders.

Long Fei "..."

Everyone "..."

Then, Yang Ziyan raised his right foot and kicked Long Fei hard.

Suddenly, Long Fei flew backwards like a cannonball, knocking over several tables and finally leaving a mark on the wall.

puff……

Long Fei spurted out a mouthful of blood, with a look of death on his face.

More than half of the bones in his body were broken at this moment.

"I picked out his hand tendons and hamstrings..."

Yang Ziyan looked at Long Fei, who was lying on the ground clutching his chest and speechless, and said something lightly.

Then he looked at the people in the Wushu Association next to him.

"I guess they all have their picks. Anyway, there isn't a good one."

Everyone: "..."

"No, Mr. Ye, please, please spare me..."

"I am willing to work as a cow or a horse for you, and I will go through fire and water without hesitation..."

Yang Ziyan put his hands behind his back and left, leaving behind a sound of begging for mercy.

…

outside the door.

Mu Yunqiu and Wang Fengyi are making a bet.

The two of them looked at the time and bet on whether Yang Ziyan would time out.

At this moment, the door was opened.

Immediately, Yang Ziyan's majestic figure walked out.

"Oh, no more, no less, exactly ten minutes. Did you come here at a good time?"

There was a touch of tenderness in Wang Fengyi's eyes.

"Really? I don't pay much attention to it. I'll try it more neatly next time."

Yang Ziyan chuckled and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

However, this time, two jade hands stretched out, one grabbed the cigarette and the other grabbed the lighter, holding them tightly in their hands.

"Oh, I was here just now to give you face, don't even think about it now!"

Mu Yunqiu looked angry.

Yang Ziyan shrugged helplessly.

After a while, Yu Wei walked out with a cigarette in his mouth.
To be continued...