"Do you know what it means to hit someone without hitting someone in the face?" Liu Zhengyang said slowly: "I don't dodge, it's purely because it's not necessary, an attack that can't make me feel pain, I'm too lazy to move my foot, but you hit me. My face, still annoys me."

"What's the matter? You're not injured?" Yang Lan was taken aback.

But what surprised him even more was still behind.

Yang Lan didn't even have time to respond because the attack was ineffective, Liu Zhengyang had already moved, and his fierce fist hit Yang Lan's stomach at an astonishing speed, sending Yang Lan flying back.

Yang Lan, who was hit hard in the stomach, screamed and knelt on the ground, even spitting out jaundice.

Yang Ping witnessed the whole process and couldn't help being surprised: "How is it possible? It's impossible! Even the chief among those savages couldn't defeat my second uncle so easily. How can you be so powerful as a cultivator so young? ?"

Yang Ping's mentality was about to collapse.

What happened in front of him had shattered his three views.

"What are you panicking about?" Yang Lan wiped off the smudges on his mouth due to vomiting, and refused to admit defeat: "Compared with the chief of the savage tribe, he is far worse, but I was accidentally attacked by him. That's all. As long as I get serious, I can take care of him casually!"

"But Er Uncle, wasn't it useless to punch you just now?" Yang Ping asked anxiously.

"That's because I didn't use my full force in that punch just now!" Yang Lan angrily defended himself.

Then, regardless of whether Yang Ping believed it or not, he roared and rushed towards Liu Zhengyang again.

He punched dozens of punches in an instant, and each punch hit Liu Zhengyang's vital points.

Liu Zhengyang responded to the changes without change, his hands constantly flying up and down, blocking or pushing away Yang Lan's fists.

From start to finish, his feet didn't even move.

Yang Lan became more impatient and angrier the more he fought, and said incredulously: "How is it possible? How is this possible? All my attacks were blocked? What is your style of play? Where did you learn it?"

Liu Zhengyang was speechless, it was just that he responded to the opponent's attack with his rich experience and eyesight.

It is obviously a basic skill that all cultivators should have, do you still need to learn it?

Liu Zhengyang was too lazy to answer him, he slowly lowered his hands, and said expressionlessly, "Try another punch."

"What?" Yang Lan was stunned.

"I'll let you try another punch, be harder!" Liu Zhengyang urged impatiently.

"I don't know how to live or die!" Yang Lan was really **** off.

He held back his strength, and punched again with extreme force, hitting Liu Zhengyang's heart ruthlessly, causing Liu Zhengyang's body to sway.

Since the fierce battle, this is the first time Liu Zhengyang's body has shaken.

It can be seen that Yang Lan's fist strength is indeed stronger than before.

Qi Tianfang frowned and said inexplicably, "Why? Why did the sect master do this? Wouldn't it be better to kill that Yang Lan directly with thunder?

"Liu Zhengyang is not a fool. Since he does this, he must have his reasons." Zhong Qinglei stared at Liu Zhengyang and Yang Lan and said, "Could it be that Liu Zhengyang still doesn't want to fight, and just wants to use this method to make the people of Yangjia Village retreat?"