The onlookers looked at He Yong, who suddenly flew upside down, and the crowd couldn't help but let out a burst of "ah" surprise, the two were not a heavyweight at all, and the clansmen present almost didn't care about the result of the contest between them, the scene that happened just now, many people didn't figure out what was going on, but there were still many people who still saw the situation at the scene clearly, and the stunned eyes were condensed on He Shang's body.

"Bastard!" He Yong got up from the ground in embarrassment, didn't care about patting off the dirt stuck to his body, a look of anger rose in his eyes, and then shouted angrily: "Who? who attacked me, get out of here for Young Master Ben!"

So far, He Yong thought that like the original, He Shang had already laid out the game, and his inertial thinking made him think that He Shang had once again brought a helper this time, and quietly hid in the shadows to sneak attack him, not to mention that for so many years, as we all know, He Shang has always been just a weak scholar who has no power to restrain his chicken.

He Shang shook his head with a wry smile, glanced at him sharply, and said jokingly: "He Yong, do you know what the saddest thing in life is?"

He Yong, who advocates martial arts, has always been unable to stand his scholarly anger, and when he heard him ask, he sneered: "He Shang, what do you want to express?"

He Shang smiled slightly, and his smile was mixed with irony: "I'll ask you, what do you want me to say, I was made disgraced by others just now, and I don't know who beat you up until now! ”

The corners of He Yong's mouth brought up a touch of banter, his face was full of mockery, and he sneered: "I understand, you mean that it was you who shot just now? If that's the case, then I'd rather believe that the sow will go up the tree!"

He Shang suddenly clasped his arms to his chest, stared at him with a sneer, and said: "He Yong, I remind you, never look down on others, we still have a long way to go, don't be too arrogant, maybe you or me will be more brilliant in the future!"

He Hong, the attendant next to him, walked over and muttered a few words in He Yong's ear, and then his face became more and more gloomy, mixed with unconcealed surprise, he pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he gloated: "He Shang, you are really bold, I can't imagine that you dare to secretly learn martial arts behind your back, if this matter is known to your grandfather, I'm afraid it's time for me to go to the gate of the family to 'send off' you!"

There was a hint of helplessness in He Shang's eyes, and he said softly: "He Yong, my advice to you is 'Forever worthy of life, ask for more blessings', this is also my advice to you from the heart." ”

Such philosophical words, for He Yong, who has never practiced Wendao, is tantamount to playing the piano to a cow, and it also makes him feel like he is being played, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I changed my mind today, Lingzhi is mine, He Shang, you, I am also beaten today!"

He Yaqinxing's eyes widened, looking at his ugly face that ripped his face, her handsome face suddenly turned purple with anger, and she rebuked angrily: "He Yong, you ...... Villain!"

"It's really rotten wood that can't be carved!" He Shang couldn't help but let out a sneer, and then walked to He Yaqin's side, patted her lightly on the shoulder, and comforted her softly: "Yaqin, leave this matter to me to deal with!

He Yaqin showed some hesitation, and said worriedly: "Brother Shang, although I don't know when you practiced martial arts, I am worried that He Yong has never known the severity of his move, and you have just recovered from a serious illness......

He Shang smiled and said, "Don't worry! Put him down, I can still do it!"

Hearing this, He Yong laughed, stared at He Shang playfully, and snorted coldly: "It seems that the tiger is not powerful, you treat me as a sick cat!"

The onlookers on the side also stared at He Shang with a strange face, a man should be tough, but if he insists on being strong, it is asking for hardship, as the saying goes, a good man doesn't eat the loss in front of him!

"Brother Shang, forget it, isn't it just a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, I don't want it, just feed the white-eyed wolf, let's go!" Seeing that He Shang was planning to compete with He Yong, He Yaqin threw away the Ganoderma lucidum at hand, and hurriedly pulled him away from the scene, for fear that he would suffer a big loss.

He Rui, who was watching from the side, also hurriedly opened his mouth to persuade: "Yes, Brother Shang, you can't make a cheap fight with He Yong!"

He Yong stretched out his hand to catch the Lingzhi that was thrown over, and then handed it to He Hong beside him, sneered, and shouted: "If you want to leave, how can it be so easy!"

As soon as the words fell, his body shot towards He Shang, and instantly appeared in front of him, his five fingers clenched into fists, and slammed into his chest.

The corners of He Shang's mouth brought a sneer, but he didn't dodge or dodge, his palm poked out, and then clenched into a fist, in the stunned eyes of everyone, and the attacking fist collided hard, and the fists and palms instantly staggered, as if there was a sound of stone collision, and the so-called powerless scholar in the eyes of the clansmen actually took his attack of almost seventy percent of his spiritual power.

This time, at the moment when the fists of the two sides touched, a majestic force quickly poured out from He Shang's fist, and then He Yong was shocked to feel that his fist actually came with a heart-wrenching pain.

He Yong's eyes were full of disbelief, he clenched his teeth, and then urged the spiritual power in the dantian to the extreme, and shouted angrily: "Kaishan Fist!"

The slightly violent spiritual power surged wildly in the meridians of his arm, and then finally converged into a fist, and immediately turned into several fist shadows, smashing at He Shang fiercely.

The people of all the tribes looked at He Yong's desperate posture, some applauded, some warned, some reminded, some accused, some doubted, some angry, and some surprised and couldn't make a sound......

The surrounding people sighed, and all kinds of discussions on the scene were ups and downs, and all kinds of voices were endless.

"He Yong, you are crazy! You actually killed your own people!" He Rui, who was watching the battle, saw that the development momentum of the situation was not good, and he was about to take action to break the siege, but it was too late.

Looking at the several fist shadows rushing towards him, He Shang's face was still calm as usual, his slightly curled palm stretched out violently, and the powerful spiritual power immediately gathered in the palm of his hand, and then the palm met it without hesitation, and the violent spiritual power immediately spread out from his palm.

The fists and palms collided, making a dull sound like thunder, spreading from the junction, the fists were in close contact with the palms, and a surging energy surged out from He Shang's palm, He Yong's face changed, and his body was as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, He Yong's feet retreated more than ten steps, and he stopped his body in a little embarrassment.

He Yong's fist was almost numb at this time, his whole body was sore, and the sharp pain spread to his whole body through his fist, looking at the indifferent figure, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes, and he said in surprise: "He Shang, I was careless, I didn't expect your martial arts cultivation to be so high!"

Looking at He Shang's amazing performance, He Yaqin was stunned for a while, she couldn't believe her eyes, her cherry mouth opened wide, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

The shocking result made the onlookers can't help but discuss, for so many years, He Shang has secretly practiced martial arts, and his martial arts cultivation is even higher than He Yong, it is really incredible, He Yong is recognized as the first person among the young people in the family!

He Shang frowned, let out a long sigh, and didn't seem to be satisfied with the effect of the battle, he ignored the exclamations and discussions on the scene, and spread out his palm, looking at it and falling into deep thought.

The gap between the cultivation of the first grade of the martial spirit realm and the peak of the ninth grade of the martial arts realm is more than a hundred times, and He Yong, who is at the peak of the ninth grade of the martial arts realm, actually feels a little difficult, and his own cultivation is only less than fifty percent in actual combat, which shows that it is imperative to study martial arts, otherwise it will be too much of a loss in the battle against the enemy.

He Yong looked at He Shang, who ignored him and was alone and self-appreciating, and actually interpreted it as He Shang's naked contempt for him, his face trembled slightly, he clenched his teeth, full of anger, frantically running the spiritual power of his whole body, no longer making any reservations, and once again took the initiative to attack He Shang.

He Shangping's outstretched palm did not close, squinted his eyes slightly, looked at He Yong who was getting closer and closer, the corners of his mouth slowly pulled up a cold arc, and muttered: "He Yong, thirty years in Hedong, forty years in Hexi, today I will let you taste my power!"

Thinking of this, He Shang urged the spiritual power of his whole body to gather in the palm of his hand, and gushed out from the palm again, the surrounding air rippled slightly, and an invisible majestic force in the palm of his hand was fiercely imprinted on He Yong's body that shot out.

He Yong, who was in the middle of the palm, shot backwards like a kite with a broken string, and landed on the grass of nearly 100 meters in an instant, and at the same time, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out, spilling all over the ground.

Simple! Rough! Without any gorgeous moves, He Shang defeated He Yong so neatly and neatly, looking at He Yong who was defeated neatly, the onlookers entered a short-term silent situation under the huge shock, and then the scene quickly rioted, and the shock that had not completely dissipated before slowly churned from their hearts.

He Yong looked at He Shang coldly, his eyes shot a cold lightning, He Shang looked at him, not giving up a single bit, and the air was once again filled with the smell of gunpowder. After staring straight like this for a moment, He Shang's palm slowly moved down, and said indifferently: "He Yong, you lose, Lingzhi belongs to me, and I would like to remind you that from today onwards, if I see you bullying Yaqin again, I will definitely find you to settle the score!

After speaking, he took back the lingzhi from He Hong's hand, then took He Yaqin's hand and turned around and left here, and there was a chatter behind him.

Looking at the back of He Shang leaving, He Yong's heart kept repeating his words: "The clansmen are our relatives, and they are used to care, not to bully!"

(To be continued, please collect!Ask for recommendation!)