If he had just taken a defense, blocking Mu Hanyan's palm would not be a big problem, but the problem is that he underestimated the enemy, and he had just received the palm with his chest.

In an instant, the defensive energy on his chest was shattered by Mu Hanyan's palm, and Mu Hanyan's incomparable energy also poured into his body like a flood from a bank. Although it was discovered that it was not working well in a timely manner to protect the internal organs, the internal organs were still shaken by the powerful force.

Severe pains poured into her mind, Dai Songling's whole body convulsed, and at the same time the body was turbid, and she felt nauseated, upset and dizzy, and she wished to vomit all the food overnight to feel better.

"Dai Guanshi is really strong, and he didn't have anything to do with my palm." Dai Songling was about to vomit when she heard Mu Hanyan admiringly say.

Dai Songling immediately woke up. She was in charge of the Mo House, a master of the sword master realm. If he was beaten up and vomited by a junior in front of so many people, there would be no face, and his prestige in the Mo House would plummet.

"Hmph, with your strength, of course, it's impossible to hurt the old man." In desperation, Dai Songling could only endure the nausea impulse, and suppress the turbid air again, pretending to be unpredictable. Said the way. At the same time, he struggled to squeeze a smile, but how could this smile look so weird.

Pretend, I will let you continue to pretend. Seeing Dai Songling's constipation-like appearance, Mu Hanyan almost laughed.

"Guan Shi, the second palm is here." Without giving him a chance to breathe, Mu Hanyan immediately took another second palm.

Damn it? So fast, I won't let Lao Tzu take a break. Dai Songling was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, the turbid qi was still running around in his body, and the movement of the qi made him nauseous and dizzy. How could he stop this palm?

No, you can't continue to be beaten like this. When Dai Songling moved her shoulder, she wanted to resist. He said that he had three tricks, but he didn't say that he could only stand and be beaten, the big deal would be to fight back.

But just after thinking about it in his heart, before he raised his hand, Mu Hanyan's voice floated over again: "It's worthy of being in charge of the Mo House. The strength is really good, and he can take my palms. If it is really impossible, I can only admit defeat and apologize."

Upon hearing this, Dai Songling immediately changed her mind. Others didn't know how Mu Hanyan was, but he personally felt that the cultivation base of the Great Swordsman was at the pinnacle, and he was much stronger than other swordsmen of the same rank.

If you really want to work hard like Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun, he may not be able to easily defeat him, even if he wins, he may not be able to win the glory. If you can let him take the initiative to apologize, it will undoubtedly be the best result. Then, if you pretend to reprimand him a few words, you will gain face and leeway, and you will have a good reputation for loving the younger generation.

After weighing the pros and cons, Dai Songling folded her hands behind her, and straightened her chest again.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Mu Hanyan's palm was printed on his chest again, and the endless power came like a huge tsunami.

The boundless pain also invaded my mind again, and what was more uncomfortable than the pain was that the stale air that was finally suppressed rushed in the body again, and it was even more nauseous.

"No, you must not be ashamed, hold back, hold back." Dai Songling's forehead was cold and sweaty, and his face turned pale, but she still desperately reminded herself, her eyes widened, and she used her best to suppress the foul air downward.