C595 He Didn't Even Need to Do Anything
C595 He Didn't Even Need to Do Anything
The other young men rolled up their sleeves and said with a cold smile on their faces.
Ye Yang shook his head. "Sometimes I think, are you really the true disciples and elites of your respective sects?"
Yang Mo said indifferently, " What do you mean? We are not worthy of this identity?"
Ye Yang laughed," Yeah, don't tell me you don't feel it? "
"Which family's true disciple, the elite of the sect, has such a... stupid brain?"
"Damn it, he really doesn't know how to appreciate favors! Brother Yang, I'll beat him up right now!" A burly youth flew into a rage. He rubbed his fists and strode out, standing in front of Ye Yang.
Yang Mo nodded slightly.
It was good to let this man test Ye Yang's strength.
Although everyone thought that Ye Yang had only entered the Pavilion Entrance Tournament because of Tang Xian'er, his actual strength was almost unknown.
Furthermore, Tang Xuan, who had just returned from the ruins, had said something to them.
"Don't underestimate Ye Yang."
These six words were Tang Xuan's exact words. Yang Mo wasn't a fool, so he naturally wouldn't ignore them.
Furthermore, he knew that Ye Yang would definitely die.
This was because after Tang Xuan said the last sentence, he added another sentence.
"His life is mine."
That was why Yang Mo was so arrogant.
In his point of view, Ye Yang was already close to a dead man.
The burly young man walked in front of Ye Yang with his head held high and his head held high as he shouted, "My name is..."
Ye Yang raised his hand, "There's no need to know the name of the minor character."
The burly young man widened his eyes in anger.
F * ck, he said I'm a minor character?
You don't think I'm a person!
Just you wait, you idiot! I'll beat you until you call me daddy!
Without hesitation, he threw a punch at Ye Yang's face.
Hu! Hu! Hu!
A fist the size of a clay pot tore through the air and came crashing down.
The sharp sound of air being torn apart attracted the cheers of the crowd.
Ye Yang also nodded slightly, "Three thousand kilograms of physical strength, not bad."
The burly youth laughed coldly, "That's of course. I have been..."
"Stop, I'm not interested in listening to your nonsense." Ye Yang raised his hand again and interrupted this person's self-boasting.
The burly youth's face turned red, and the strength in his hand increased once again.
Bastard, you repeatedly interrupted my bragging!
Even if uncle can endure it, aunt can't!
The burly young man's fist was close to his body!
Everyone's gaze was attracted by this punch.
They looked at Ye Yang's reaction.
He was so calm that he didn't even bother to defend himself.
Everyone sneered and shook their heads at the same time.
Could it be that he was so scared that he couldn't block his opponent's attack?
As expected, they were not very capable contacts.
In the next moment, they saw the burly young man's fist, which was as big as a clay pot, fiercely smash onto Ye Yang's body.
The scene they had imagined did not appear.
On the contrary, the burly youth's body was sent flying backwards. His right arm was hanging limply by the side. It was obvious that he had broken a bone.
He screamed as he was sent flying seven or eight meters away. His entire arm was dyed purple and black.
When he looked at Ye Yang again, he was still standing there with his hands hanging down.
He didn't even move a finger.
Everyone's eyes widened. They had no idea how Ye Yang did it.
In fact, Ye Yang didn't do anything.
Just the poison caused by Duke Ming's clumsy counterattack was enough to make this guy, who was only at the late Inner Chamber Stage, drink a pot of it.
If Ye Yang attacked again, the scene wouldn't be like this. It was a harmonious scene.