In the palm just now, everyone didn't see anything, and after this palm, everyone saw that Dai Songling's face was a little wrong, and his face was distorted as if he was crying and smiling, and he didn't know what was going on?

Could it be that Mu Hanyan's two palms are not as simple as they seem on the surface, and they have already caused Dai Songling to suffer internal injuries? However, this legendary Mu family master really has such strong strength?

While everyone was guessing and guessing, suddenly, a long muffled sound of "poof......" came from Dai Songling's body. Then, there was a short muffled sound of "puff ......" like a cannon.

Then, a stench spreads.

"Ahh

The ancients said, the fart doesn't stink, the fart doesn't smell, the serial fart stinks and sounds, it's really not nonsense, everyone is smoked.

"What did you eat yesterday, why did it stink like this?" Mo Yanhong and the others also jumped aside with their noses covered, looking at Dai Songling with a look of disgust.

Dai Songling was so ashamed that he wanted to hit his head to death, and finally suppressed the turbidity, and actually released it like this. Now, it's comfortable, but it's a shame, it's a shame.

"Steward Dai is really good, and he will take my last palm. Mu Hanyan hurried up and slapped it again.

"Didn't you just say that you would admit defeat?" Dai Songling asked angrily.

"What I'm saying is that I can't admit defeat until I can't, but your fart has been beaten out, and the next palm may be going to be a fart, why should I admit defeat?" Mu Hanyan said with a mentally retarded expression.

"Stinky boy, you dare to play with me!" Dai Songling was furious. He held back so hard, he even held his fart out, didn't he wait for Mu Hanyan to admit defeat and apologize, how could he know that others were playing him at all, and they also sprinkled salt on his wounds, how could he not be angry?

"I only used seven points of strength in those two palms just now, and I want to use all my strength in this palm. Mu Hanyan looked cold and said coldly.

Blow, you think you're really a swordsman, and you're still seven points strong. Dai Songling thought disdainfully, he still had full confidence in his own strength, and he would never believe that Mu Hanyan could shock his internal organs with only seven points of strength.

That's right, it wasn't until he released that series of loud farts that he found that his internal organs were injured by Mu Hanyan, even if he was careless and underestimated the enemy, even if Mu Hanyan was the peak strength of the Great Sword Master, if he didn't go all out, he shouldn't have hurt him.

In his opinion, Mu Hanyan said this is nothing more than a bluff, maybe he still wants to use his own name to put gold on his face.

I should be proud of being able to make a dignified swordsman fart, right...... Cough...... Cough......

But Ma, he found himself wrong.

Mu Hanyan's palm, although the momentum is not large, but faintly, it is mixed with the power of wind and thunder, obviously condensing the strength to the extreme, and the previous two palms are nearly twice as strong.

This kind of strength is not as simple as surpassing many masters of the same level, it is completely several times exceeding, it can be said that half of his feet have already stepped into the realm of the sub-sword master, and it is not too much to say that he is the first person under the sword master.

Finally knowing Mu Hanyan's true strength, Dai Songling's face changed greatly, and the cold air was swishing from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing the change in his face, Mu Hanyan sneered even more.