Wu Lin Jiu Tian

"Boy, who are you, how dare you meddle in my young master's business, do you know the identity of my young master?"

A servant of the Yan family sternly asked.

"Yan Family, Yan Lei!" Song Fan said with his usual expression without blinking his eyes.

"Huh?" Yan Lei let out a slight snort. Unexpectedly, Song Fan knew his identity clearly, and immediately said: "Miss Xiaomo called you Young Master Song just now. Could it be that you are a child of the Song family in Donglin County?"

"Song Family, Song Fan!" Song Fan was very bachelor, so he admitted directly.

The Song family, Song Fan!

As soon as the name was uttered, Yan Lei and the others were stunned for a moment, with a strange look on their faces, and then they laughed unscrupulously, obviously they were no strangers to this name.

A servant of the Yan family held his stomach, and sneered pretendingly: "Who am I? It turns out to be Song Fan, the famous good-for-nothing young master of the Song family!"

Although they had never met Song Fan, the title of Song Fan's trash master was widely spread in Donglin County.

What is particularly striking is that Song Fan's father Song Tianxing is a martial arts genius, but he is a waste of cultivation. The comparison between the two has created a joke in Donglin County.

Xiao Mo's face turned ugly. The reason why she called Song Fan Young Master Song, instead of directly calling Young Master Song Fan, was because she was afraid that this situation would embarrass Song Fan.Unexpectedly, he himself admitted it openly.

"Master Trash?" Song Fan frowned slightly, thinking to himself: "It seems that I have to find a time in the future to rectify my name."

"You say I'm a good-for-nothing young master, well, I'll let you try the methods of a good-for-nothing young master!"

Song Fan's face turned cold, and he shouted sharply, and stretched out his hand to grab the sneering servant of the Yan family. The strike was so decisive that everyone had no time to react.

"Looking for death!" The servant of the Yan family sneered.

Who doesn't know that this famous good-for-nothing young master has practiced for eight years, but he has never crossed the threshold of the third level of strength training.In the eyes of this servant of the Yan family, dealing with a mere cultivator with a second level of strength training is not easy.

Unfortunately, the current Song Fan is no longer the previous Song Fan.

Song Fan's palm came close, and the servant of the Yan family waved his arm casually to resist. As soon as his arm touched Song Fan's palm, his face immediately became ugly.

A strong force came from Song Fan's palm, and the next moment, the servant of the Yan family felt as if his arm was clamped by pliers, unable to move.

What's more terrible is that this servant of the Yan family felt that his life essence was actually flowing into the opponent's body, out of his control, being forcibly plundered away.

The corners of Yan's servant's eyes twitched, and he was both shocked and angry.

Song Fan didn't give him time to react.

"Hi!"

Grabbing the arm of the servant of the Yan family, Song Fan kicked the ground fiercely, and as soon as his arm exerted strength, he threw the servant of the Yan family out.

The servant of the Yan family fell down to the attic floor and hit a wooden table. With a click, the wooden table broke in half from the middle, and the servant of the Yan family rolled to the side, unconscious.

Yan Lei and the others originally thought that the servant of the Yan family could easily take care of Song Fan, but it turned out that Song Fan took care of the servant of the Yan family easily.

"You!" Yan Lei's face turned pale, he stepped back two steps, and several servants of the Yan family protected him in the center.

Xiaomo looked at Song Fan in disbelief, with a strange look in her beautiful eyes.

"What? Are you still leaving?" Song Fan glanced at Yan Lei and said in a deep voice.

Yan Lei's face was extremely ugly, and he said unwillingly: "Song Fan, although my servant is not talented, he is also at the fifth level of strength training. If you can easily defeat him, he must not be too weak. But, do you think you can stop me with this?"

As soon as Yan Lei finished speaking, seven or eight servants behind him stepped forward in unison, pressing towards Song Fan.

"Pressing people with force?"

Song Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, but he was sneering in his heart. Yan Lei's move was called using power to overwhelm others, and he wanted to retreat in spite of difficulties.

These seven or eight servants of the Yan family are all at the fifth level of training, and some have even reached the peak of the fifth level of training, and are only one step away from breaking through to the sixth level of training. The strong will retreat.

Moreover, the Yan family is one of the largest families in Donglin County, and its strength is far beyond that of the Song family.Offending a direct descendant of a big family for something that has nothing to do with him is not worth it.

It's none of your business, hang up high.

Yan Lei believes that Song Fan knows how to choose.

Song Fan shook his head, thinking to himself: "Unfortunately, I don't take this at all."

Since he has made up his mind to intervene in this matter, he has long seen that the strength of these seven or eight servants of the Yan family are all at the fifth level of strength training.With his current strength and strange means, he can beat practitioners of the same level.

As for provoking conflicts between the Yan family and the Song family, Song Junwei and others were worried about it, so he didn't need to worry about it.

tread!tread!tread! ...

Song Fan sneered, poured the strength in his body into his legs, and took a few steps in a row. Every time he took a step, the three floors of the attic shook slightly, as if the floor under his feet would collapse at any time.

Like a galloping horse, the momentum is like a rainbow, making Yan Lei and others feel a strong sense of oppression.Moreover, with each step taken, this oppressive feeling became more and more intense, making one's scalp tingle.

Seven or eight servants of the Yan family who practiced at the fifth level couldn't bear this sense of oppression. They were sweating profusely, their faces turned pale, and some even took half a step back.

Yan Lei's body had already been hollowed out by alcohol, so he couldn't bear the oppressive feeling, so he immediately shouted: "Stop!"

Song Fan was not aggressive either, so he stopped and looked at Yan Lei and the others calmly.

A servant of the Yan family breathed a sigh of relief, if Yan Lei didn't yell to stop, their servants would naturally have to resist forcefully.

He walked up to Yan Lei and said in shame: "Master, I'm afraid the few of us can't deal with Song Fan."

Yan Lei's complexion changed, and he frowned and said, "You guys can't fight against it together. Could it be that Song Fan is a strong man in the sixth or even seventh level of training?"

"Young Master, it's true that Song Fan's cultivation is at the fifth level of strength training, but he acts like a wild beast, giving people a strong sense of oppression, which we cannot resist."

The servant of the Yan family showed shame.

Song Fan and Ziling Young Tiger stayed together for a long time, and in addition, he often comprehended the two martial arts of Hu Yi Quan and Hu Strike Style, so he naturally acquired some tiger's aura.

The tiger is the king of all beasts, and the tiger is powerful. Although the cultivation of these Yan family servants is not weaker than Song Fan, it is difficult for them to bear this kind of coercion.

"Okay! What a Song family, Song Fan, I have written down today's events, let's read the libretto on a donkey, we'll see!"

"Go, let's go!"

Yan Lei's face was extremely ugly, he sneered, said a few harsh words, and led a group of Yan's servants to leave Youyu Tower.