"Do you know what it means to hit someone or not to slap in the face?" Liu Zhengyang said slowly: "I don't avoid it, it's just because there is no need. An attack that cannot make me feel pain. I'm too lazy to touch my foot, but you still make me very upset in the face."

"What's going on? You're not injured?" Yang Lan was shocked.

But what surprised him even more was still behind.

Before Yang Lan could even respond because the attack was ineffective, Liu Zhengyang had already moved. His fierce fist hit Yang Lan's stomach with a loud sound of breaking through the air at an astonishing speed, knocking Yang Lan back.

Yang Lan, who was hit hard in his stomach, screamed and fell to the ground, even vomiting jaundice water.

When Yang Ping witnessed the whole process, he was shocked and said, "How is it possible? This is impossible! Even the chief among the savages did not defeat my second uncle so easily. How could you, such a young monk, have such strong strength?"

Yang Ping's mentality is about to collapse.

What happened in front of him had shattered his views.

"What are you panic?" Yang Lan wiped away the stains left by vomiting from his mouth and said unyieldingly: "Compared with the chief in the savage tribe, he is far inferior to that chief. It was just that I was careless and successfully attacked by him. As long as I get serious, I will deal with him casually!"

"But, uncle, isn't it useless to punch you just now?" Yang Ping asked nervously.

"That's because I didn't use all my strength in that punch just now!" Yang Lan defended himself angrily.

Then, he didn't care whether Yang Pingxin or not, and roared and rushed towards Liu Zhengyang again.

He punched dozens of punches in an instant, each punch hitting Liu Zhengyang's vital point.

Liu Zhengyang responded to changes in a constant manner, and his hands kept flying up and down, blocking or pushing Yang Lan's fists away.

From beginning to end, his feet didn't move even a moment.

Yang Lan became more and more impatient as he fought, and became more and more angry as he fought. He said in disbelief: "How is this possible? How is this possible? All my attacks were blocked? What kind of play are you? Where did you learn it?"

Liu Zhengyang was speechless. It was just that he responded to the opponent's attacks with his rich experience and eyesight.

It is obviously a basic skill that all monks should have, but do you still need to learn it?

Liu Zhengyang was too lazy to answer him, so he slowly lowered his hands and said expressionlessly: "You try another punch."

"What?" Yang Lan was shocked.

"I'll let you try another punch, use a little harder!" Liu Zhengyang urged impatiently.

"A bad guy who doesn't know how to live or die!" Yang Lan was really angry.

He held his strength and punched again, hitting Liu Zhengyang's heart hard, causing Liu Zhengyang's body to shake.

Since the fierce battle, this is the first time Liu Zhengyang's body has shaken.

This shows that Yang Lan's fist power is indeed greater than before.

Qi Tianfang frowned and said in confusion: "Why? Why did the sect leader do this? Isn't it good to kill that Yang Lan directly with thunder? With the sect leader's current strength, it can be easily done."
Chapter completed!