The Most Powerful Young Man

Do not retreat, go against the current. Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to travel to Hushan. This is the real powerhouse.

At the very least, as far as Song Jiangshan is concerned, this is what he sees as the strong.

He had a child, so he was called Song Niliu-mainly because Song Butui and Song Youhu were too ugly.

Song Jiangshan had great expectations for Song Niliu, and Song Niliu did not let his father down. Although he was only 47 years old this year, he had already entered the realm of a master in the eyes of outsiders, that is, in Neijianghu. Shaking the sky.

Shaking the sky, shaking the sky with a punch.

He sat on a chair, saying nothing, expressionless, a face with Chinese characters, well-defined, thick brows and big eyes, and his eyes were gleaming with essence, which seemed to be enough to penetrate everything.

Looks like a knife, that's it.

"Why haven't it arrived yet?" Li Ru glanced at his watch, frowning, "Didn't Qiuyue and Song Yilin say they should be there in ten minutes?"

"Huh, that little girl procrastinated on time." Song Niliu snorted coldly, "Women are trouble."

"What are you talking about!" Li Qiuyue's father Li Xingguo's face changed slightly and frowned, "Song Niliu, I know that your Song family is not easy, but don't think that just because of this, I am anxious to marry my daughter. you!"

Song Niliu glanced at Li Xingguo, but said nothing, the contempt in his eyes could be seen by an individual.

He looked down on the businessman in his heart.

There are not many people who can be put in the eyes of Song Niliu, at least, the current person named Li Xingguo does not have that qualification.

The atmosphere in the box was very dull, and Li Ru was not easy to interrupt.

Outside the box, Song Yilin stood at the door, afraid to open the door for a long time.

"We are here, what are you afraid of?" Xiao Yao couldn't help but smile.

"How can I not be afraid?" Song Yilin said with a wry smile, "You don't know my dad. If you know him, you can understand me."

Xiao Yao shrugged his shoulders.

Li Xiaoxiao coughed and said, "Actually, I don't dare to do anything. What you should face is what you have to face."

Song Yilin sighed.

At this time, a loud voice passed through the wooden board and came out of the box, full of vitality, as if a blast of thunder sounded in the ear. Xiao Yao was okay, but Li Xiaoxiao and Li Qiuyue, who had no foundation, were a little unbearable, and their faces were ugly.

Angry into the thunderous sound.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to open the door, and strode in with Li Xiaoxiao and other people.

"Uncle Song, hello, I am Song Yilin's friend." Xiao Yao glanced at Song Nioliu and said with a smile, "This is my friend, Li Xiaoxiao, it just so happens that we haven't eaten at night, can we sit here? "

Song Niliu raised his head, glanced at Xiao Yao, and said indifferently: "No."

Xiao Yao's expression was frozen on his face.

He smirked. He didn't expect Song Niliu to be so shameless. It seems that Song Yilin is right. His father is even more difficult to deal with than Fang Hai's father!

"This is our family affair, and you are my son's friend, not my friend." Song Niliu glanced at Xiao Yao and said in a deep voice, "So, go out."

"Hmph, do you think this is your house? Why do you want him to go out, so he can go out?" Li Xingguo couldn't sit still at all.

He has seen a lot of domineering people, but it is really rare to be able to reach the point of Song Niliu!

That's right, the Song family is the backbone of China's martial arts and the Guwu family. Song Niliu's father used to be the first person's personal guard in the red wall, but for his own daughter, as a father, he must not bow his head like the other party. And young people want face, his impression of Xiao Yao is pretty good, he really can't bear Song Niliu bullying Xiao Yao so much!

"What am I doing, do you want you to control?" Song Niliu asked while looking at Li Xingguo.

"Xiao Yao sit down, I will let you sit, no one can make you stand up!" Li Xingguo said calmly.

He felt that he had to be tougher, otherwise even if Song Yilin and Li Qiuyue really became in the future, Li Qiuyue would have to be bullied in the Song family.

"Presumptuous!" Song Niuliu whispered.

"I'm still putting five." Li Xingguo said in a bad mood.

Suddenly, Song Niliu stood up, curled his fingers slightly, and grabbed Li Xingguo's collar. He wanted to throw this or something Li Xingguo directly.

Li Xingguo's face changed slightly and his brain was almost blank. He did not expect that Song Niliu would actually do it without warning, and Li Ru, Song Yilin and others were also shocked.

However, just when Song Niliu's hand was one punch away from Li Xingguo's collar, one hand grabbed Song Niuliu's wrist.

Song Niliu's face changed slightly, and he turned to look at the owner who was holding his hand-Xiao Yao.

Song Niliu didn't intend to injure Li Xingguo, so he didn't accumulate energy in the palm just now, but that doesn't mean that an individual can grab his wrist.

"Who are you?" Song Niliu looked at Xiao Yao with interest.

"Xiao Yao, Song Yilin's friend." Xiao Yao said with a smile. When he spoke, Song Niuli had already increased the strength of his arm, but he still couldn't push the board forward.

Song Niliu was taken aback for a moment, then his face was full of astonishment: "Inner strength?"

Xiao Yao was silent.

"Haha, it's interesting." Song Niuliu's eyes skyrocketed, his temples bulged, and his body moved a step forward.

Xiao Yao was slightly startled, and quickly mobilized his inner strength. The other hand supported the table, and the expression on his face was no longer as relaxed as before. He smiled bitterly, it seemed that Song Yilin's father was going to test himself.

"Yes, can you resist it?" Song Niliu seemed to be more and more interested in Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao could only respond with a wry smile. Although Xiao Yao has internal energy in his body, he has just passed the Wentian Realm and entered the Xuntian Realm. Song Niliu is already a master at the Heaven-shaking Realm. It is indeed not the same to block Song Niliu’s fist. A simple thing.

Suddenly, Song Niliu slapped the round table with his other hand, and a plate of hot and sour potato shreds in front of Xiao Yao bounced up like a spring on the bottom of the plate, and slammed towards Xiao Yao's head.

"Inner strength, shaking the tiger from the mountain?" Xiao Yao's expression changed slightly, he took a deep breath, and quickly checked his head and avoided the plate. Then he looked at Song Niliu and his eyes were filled with surprise.

Song Yilin is an outside master, who cultivates his own physical fitness and strength. Xiao Yao naturally feels that Song Yilin’s father, Song Niuliu, must also be an outside master, but only now has he discovered that in Song Niuliu’s body, there is even A vast aura.

"What are you surprised? Boy, the Eight Tiger Boxing is not only an outside effort, but also requires internal strength. The Eight Tiger Boxing is divided into three parts. First, use rigidity to overcome rigidity, second, use softness to overcome rigidity, and third, rigidity and softness. Together." Song Niliu glanced at Song Yilin, who was standing on the side. "My ineffective son is just staying in the first part."

"It seems that Uncle Song is a real master of Eight Tiger Boxing." Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a strong smile.

"Wu is endless." Song Niliu said.

After saying this, Song Niliu took another step forward, pushing his body a few steps forward. If it weren't for Li Xingguo's avoidance, I'm afraid he would have hit Li Xingguo's face with his fist now.

Xiao Yao took a step back, sweat already overflowing on his forehead.

"Boy, if you can catch my three punches, how about I let you sit down with your girlfriend?" Song Niliu said.

Xiao Yao couldn't laugh or cry. Before he had time to respond, Song Niliu had already withdrawn his fist, slapped in the wind again, fisted back, swallowing the mountains and rivers with anger, like a deep-sea dragon raising his head in the evening.

Before the fist arrives, the fist wind comes first.

The strong fist wind was like a sharp blade across Xiao Yao's face.

Li Xiaoxiao, who was standing behind Xiao Yao, couldn't stand still. Fortunately, Li Ru was fast and supported her.

"Xiao Yao..." Li Xiaoxiao was very anxious.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, my dad won't hurt Brother Xiao." Song Yilin said bitterly.

Although Song Niliu has a bad temper, he can never do things that bully juniors. In his eyes, Xiao Yao was a junior, and at most he was trying to test Xiao Yao's strength. If Song Niuliu really hurt Xiao Yao seriously, he would definitely be laughed at.

Bullying the small with the big, this is not something that martial arts practitioners are willing to do.

The fist had already rushed to Xiao Yao's, and the knuckles of Song Duliu's hand could be seen clearly.

Xiao Yao took a step back and stretched out his right hand at the same time, clasping Song Niuliu's wrist at a tricky angle, and at the same time squatting slightly, his body was like a flexible snake, drilling under Song Niuliu's arm. In the past, he suddenly flashed in front of Song Niuliu and threw a punch. In this short distance, Song Niuliu didn't dare to hold on, so he could only step back quickly.

Xiao Yao not only caught his first punch, but also forced back Song Niliu, this confident man!

Song Niliu looked at Xiao Yao's eyes and changed again. He felt that he had underestimated this guy before.

"Yes, Inner Strength, Xuntian Realm? You are ten years earlier than me." Song Niliu looked at Xiao Yao's eyes full of curiosity. He only entered the Heaven-seeking Realm after he was 30 years old. Even so, he was hailed as the hope of Eight Tiger Boxing by Huaxia Neijianghu, and he is most likely to break through to the Heaven-Breaking Realm in the future.

But now, he actually found that Xiao Yao's talent was better than him, which made him both surprised and envious.

This upright man never thought about being jealous.

"Boy, still have two punches, are you confident?" Song Niliu said, his eyes looking at Xiao Yao were already full of approval.

Xiao Yao smiled slightly: "If I say I have no confidence, will Uncle Song give up?"

"No, I would think that you are a coward, but you increase the strength of my fist." Song Niuliu said the truth.

Xiao Yao shrugged: "Let's come, then."

Song Niliu laughed, and stepped forward again, rushing towards Xiao Yao.

With another sharp punch, he slammed towards Xiao Yao's door.

Punch through the galaxy.

A punch shocked the common people.

A simple fist, as if already ready to go, just waiting for this moment to come.

"Boom!" The strong wind blew Xiao Yao's slightly long hair.

Xiao Yao's body shook slightly, turned his fist into a palm, and slapped Song Niuliu's fist.

When the fist and the palm were facing each other, the two of them seemed to be the two positive levels of the magnet, and they were all bounced out. However, Song Niliu only stepped back three or four steps, while Xiao Yao went all the way back to the wall. , Leaning on the wall, gasping for breath.

The beads of sweat on his forehead fell again, his face pale.

"Some ways." Song Niuliu said, "Are you still head-to-head with me?"

"Why not?" Xiao Yao smiled slightly.

"Then come again!" Song Niliu laughed, and without giving Xiao Yao a chance to breathe, he rushed towards Xiao Yao again with big strides.

Everyone became a little nervous. This was only the second punch, and Xiao Yao's face was already pale. This third punch seemed to be stronger than the previous two punches.

Can Xiao Yao take it?

Li Xiaoxiao's fists were clenched, and she suddenly realized that at this time, she seemed to be able to help Xiao Yao, so she could only pray silently in her heart.