Is there internal fighting in the Korean branch?

Dong Qi's originally calm expression gradually changed, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He stared blankly at Song Yue'er opposite, and then looked at the branch area not far away.

Except for Song Yuanzheng and Elder Lin, the guest Qing, everyone there looked equally surprised.

Which song is this singing?

Dong Qi quickly analyzed the situation at hand. Could it be that Yue'er's niece planned to make a splash in the strength competition?

Young people are really too young. This is not the time to be in the limelight. Isn’t it just making others laugh...

"Old Song, what kind of plane are you planning? Why don't you get Yue'er off quickly?" At the seat, Mo Rusheng didn't have a nice tone towards Song Yuanzheng.

Before Daqing, Mo Rusheng had always thought that Song Yue'er's participation in the summit was just a formality.

"Uh... that... Mr. Mo... that, let Yue'er try it... maybe... hehe... Boxing is afraid of young people... hehe... hehe..." Song Yuanzheng hesitated, with a sly expression, but in fact he felt more helpless in his heart.

At this time, Song Yuanzheng kept thinking about some strange scenes in recent years.

Song Yuanzheng is nearly sixty years old this year. Song Yueer, who was only in his thirties, naturally wants to be pampered as much as possible. Coupled with Song Yuanzheng's status in the North Korean branch, Song Yueer has naturally wanted to have both wind and rain since she was a child.

Yu, over the past twenty years, the relationship between father and daughter has been very good.

However, I don't know when it started, maybe four years ago, when Song Yue'er traveled to China alone. After returning, something seemed to have changed.

As a member of the Hongmen Society, Song Yue'er must have practiced martial arts since she was a child, and her qualifications are better than ordinary people. She has already achieved some internal strength by the age of twenty, and can be regarded as the leader of the younger generation in martial arts.

After returning that time, Song Yuanzheng's impression of her innocent and lively daughter seemed to have changed. Not only was she no longer the naughty little daughter she used to be in front of him, on the contrary, Song Yuanzheng felt cold, majestic, yes, majestic.

, a kind of indescribable majesty, the kind that looks down on the world from a high place.

The key is that Song Yuanzheng didn't know if it was his own illusion. He felt that his daughter seemed much more beautiful, and she couldn't even be described as beautiful.

In addition to the drastic changes in her personality, her daughter's martial arts level has skyrocketed. Several times, Song Yuanzheng accidentally saw her daughter showing strength during training that was no less than that of the early stage of Huajin.

Of course Song Yuanzheng wanted to ask for clarification, but his daughter only said that she was accidentally taught by a Chinese master, and she promised the master not to disclose it to the outside world. Song Yuanzheng knew some rules in the martial arts, so he did not continue to ask questions, and his daughter's martial arts realm also improved.

Not a bad thing.

And this time, in order to attend the summit, he directly showed his strength that is close to the late stage of Huajin, which is higher than his level as a father.

When Mo Rusheng heard Song Yuanzheng's words, her eyes widened, her face was so wonderful, and she couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

The Song family father and daughter must have taken the wrong medicine!

"Uncle Dong! Please!" Song Yue'er's calm tone broke everyone's assumptions in the venue.

Dong Qi quickly withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath. Now that the matter has come to this, he can't retreat and let this junior niece do whatever she wants. That's fine, let her know that things have their own priorities. She can't act willfully here, and it won't be a big deal for herself.

Just use your strength as long as you don't hurt her.

Dong Qi stretched out his hand and said with a serious expression: "Yue'er, in this case, it's better for me to obey your orders than to be respectful. Be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dong Qi, in line with the style of his seniors, simply put up a defensive posture and signaled Song Yue'er on the opposite side to take action first.

"Whoa!" Song Yue'er moved at an extremely fast speed. The thin purple-black veil clung to her face, showing her delicate facial features. Her graceful figure flew close to Dong Qi. It was still unclear which sect she was performing.

effort.

A strong wind suddenly hit his face. Dong Qi's face suddenly became serious, and his eyes were suspicious. In the eyes of others, he looked like an exquisite figure descended from heaven. Perhaps only he who faced it head-on could feel the danger!

I saw Song Yue'er extending her slender fingers to make a sword, and the sword was pressing towards Dong Qi's chest. The distance of three to five meters was suddenly close, and the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became tense.

Dong Qi didn't seem to expect that Song Yue'er's speed could be so fast. This was not the early stage of energy transformation, and it was simply not inferior to his own strength.

After all, he is an older generation of energy masters. Just when Song Yue'er was about to hit with two fingers, Dong Qi did not retreat, but bowed his back, his left hand quickly turned into a palm to protect his chest, and he made a fist with his right hand and struck fiercely.

Song Yue'er points her sword at the tail, which is the wrist, so that she can not only resolve her own crisis but also cause certain damage to the opponent.

It was obviously impossible to hold back as promised. Dong Qi, who felt the crisis, at least tried his best.

According to a normal person's fighting style, Song Yue'er should change the direction of the sword at this time, abandon the original offensive, and there would definitely be no benefit from using the finger to punch, but the fact shocked everyone.

I saw that Song Yue'er did change the direction of her sword, but she didn't give up the attack. Instead, she used her sword to hit Dong Qi's right fist.

Dong Qi was shocked, let alone Song Yue'er who was in the early stage of Huajin, even if she was stronger than him in the late stage of Huajin, it would be impossible for her to point at the enemy's punch.

Even rocks can be shattered with this punch! It's too late to hold back at this moment!

And an even more surprising scene appeared. A muffled "thud" sound was heard in the arena. Song Yue'er's sword finger hit the tip of Dong Qi's fist. The first person to retreat was not Song Yue'er, but Dong Qi!

At this moment, no matter how good their eyes were, no one noticed anything unusual. They thought that Dong Qi was deliberately giving in, for fear of hurting Song Yue'er.

In fact, it was not the case. Only the person involved, Dong Qi, knew how uncomfortable it was. His teeth were throbbing. It hurt! It hurt so much! Dong Qi’s whole face seemed to be twisted in pain, and he felt that his entire right fist was about to lose consciousness in pain.

The flesh on the tip of his fist cracked, and blood quickly spurted out.

As soon as Dong Qi took a step back, unexpectedly, Song Yue'er took advantage of the momentum and caught up. This time, instead of pointing a sword, her fingers turned into palms, hitting the palm that Dong Qi was protecting his chest with a "snap" sound.

Dong Qi suddenly felt that his left hand was numb, and his chest was hit hard, and he felt like he was suffocating.

"Puff, puff, puff." At this moment, Dong Qi took several steps back, as if he had been stunned, and could hardly stand on his feet.

Song Yue'er's body shape changed on the court, and she hit three points faster. She struck again, and the third palm hit Dong Qi's hand on his chest impartially, knocking the opponent out of the competition circle!

Dong Qi was not the only one who was deceived. The members of the Hongmen Society present also felt that they were deceived. Is this too obvious?

"Well, that...that...North Korea branch Song Yue'er wins!" The divine expert in the venue immediately announced, looking at Song Yue'er meaningfully. In fact, no matter who wins this game, it is the victory of the North Korean branch. After all, it is a competition between his own family members.

Well.

The square was noisy, with people talking about everything.

Others didn't see it clearly, but this master of the divine realm saw the whole process. This little girl's strength is really not weak, and she still has some strength in the later stages!

That sword pointing is really sharp!

There are talented people from generation to generation!

It wasn't until the divine expert finished his announcement that Dong Qi's buzzing head gradually came back to his senses.

What? I lost? Why did I lose in a daze?

Not only him, but also Mo Rusheng who was sitting on the stage. Song Yuanzheng's words more than ten seconds ago were still in his ears!

Boxing is afraid of young people...

Is it really because boxing is afraid of young people?

Shit! Bullshit punches are afraid of young people. If they are really afraid of young people, it will take several rounds. What is this? Three moves? What is the difference between this and an instant kill!

Don't talk about Dong Qi's betrayal. As an old man of the branch, how can he not know which is more important?

Perhaps only Zhou Yang among them saw the problem. The sword finger Song Yuer used before was not an ordinary sword finger, but a sword finger condensed with spiritual energy. Not to mention Dong Qi, even in the late stage of real energy transformation, he may not be able to escape completely.

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Zhou Yang continued to curl his lips. He was so bored. If you want to fight, just fight hard and rely on cheating. Ha, it is extremely boring!

On the other side, at the elders' table, just when Song Yue'er was pointing her sword and fist bumping, that man was also smiling and mumbling something, and no one else could hear what he was saying.
Chapter completed!