If he had made a defensive move just now, it would not be a big problem to block Mu Hanyan's palm, but the problem was that he was too light on the enemy, and he completely used his chest to suffer this palm.

In an instant, the defensive energy in his chest was shattered by Mu Hanyan's palm, and Mu Hanyan's condensed energy also poured into his body like a flood from the embankment. Although he found that it was not good and used the exercises in time to protect his internal organs, his internal organs were still shaken by the powerful force.

Bursts of sharp pain poured into his mind, Dai Songling's whole body spasmed, and at the same time, the turbidity in his body was chaotic, he only felt nauseous, bored, dizzy, and dizzy, and he couldn't wait to vomit out all the overnight meals to be comfortable.

"Steward Dai is really strong, and he didn't do anything at all when he was slapped by me. Dai Songling was about to vomit when he heard Mu Hanyan say admiringly.

Dai Songling Ma came to his senses, he was the manager of Mofu, a master of the sword master realm, if he was beaten by a junior in front of so many people and vomited, how could he have any face, and his prestige in Mofu would plummet.

"Hmph, with your little strength, of course it is impossible to hurt the old man. In desperation, Dai Songling could only resist the urge to vomit, suppressed the turbidity again, and pretended to be unfathomable. At the same time, he struggled to squeeze out a smile, but why did this smile look so weird.

Load, I'll let you load it on. Seeing Dai Songling's constipated appearance, Mu Hanyan almost laughed.

"Steward Dai, the second palm is here. Without giving him a chance to breathe, Mu Hanyanma slapped a second palm.

So fast, I don't let Lao Tzu take a break. Dai Songling was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, the turbidity was still scurrying in his body, and he was even more disgusting and dizzy, how could he stop this palm?

No, we can't continue to be beaten like this. As soon as Dai Songling's shoulders moved, he wanted to resist. It's about making three moves, and it's not said that you can only stand and be beaten, so it's a big deal not to fight back.

But just now the thought in his heart moved, and before his hand was raised, Mu Hanyan's voice floated over again: "It is worthy of being the manager of the Mo Mansion, and his strength is really good, he can actually accept my two palms, if it really doesn't work, I can only admit defeat and apologize." ”

As soon as he heard this, Dai Songlingma changed his mind again. Others didn't know how powerful Mu Hanyan was, but he personally felt that the cultivation of the peak of the great swordsman, and other swordsmen of the same level were much stronger.

If he really wants to work as hard as Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun, he may not be able to defeat him easily, and even if he wins, he may not be able to win glory. If you can let him take the initiative to apologize, it will undoubtedly be the best result, and then pretend to reprimand him a few words, and he will have face and lining, and he will have a good reputation of caring for his younger generations.

Weighing the pros and cons, Dai Songling put his hands behind his back and straightened his chest again.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and Mu Hanyan's palm was imprinted on his chest again, and the endless power was surging like a tsunami wave.

The boundless pain also invaded his mind again, and what made the pain even more uncomfortable was that the turbid qi that had been suppressed was running around in his body again, and he was even more disgusting and wanted to vomit.

"No, you must not be ashamed, hold back, hold back. Dai Songling's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his face was pale, but he still desperately reminded himself, his eyes widened, and he tried his best to press the turbidity downward.