Chapter 116: It has to be the brother-in-law

Chapter 116: It has to be the brother-in-law

Zhang Xiong, who was still scolding He Yunxiao just now, was speechless when he saw He Yunxiao's fist at this moment. Zhang Xiong felt something was wrong with the intuition of a warrior. He even felt that if He Yunxiao's fist was not hitting Han Yue, but hitting him, he would probably die.

The gap between a master warrior and a ninth-grade warrior was like a punishment from heaven.

When Chu Fan was still in a daze and He Yunxiao had already punched, Han Yue instinctively felt that something was wrong.

However, Han Yue was not nervous. A mere ninth-grade insect could not do anything to a master warrior like himself.

Han Yue saw He Yunxiao's face turn, and smiled with ease: "A sneak attack? The gap between a master and a ninth-grade warrior, how can you sneak attack successfully?"

Han Yue turned the teacup in his hand and pressed it down, and one palm crushed He Yunxiao's fist with the force of a mountain.

The teacup between the two was instantly turned into powder under the huge pressure.

Fists collided, internal forces collided, and rolling waves of air shot outwards with He Yunxiao and Han Yue as the center.

He Yunxiao knew that he was no match for Han Yue. Although he did not feel the pressure, he immediately asked his brother-in-law for help: "Brother Chu, please help! I can't hold on any longer!"

Han Yue's old face flushed red. He originally dealt with He Yunxiao with one hand, but the moment he touched He Yunxiao's fist, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Why is this kid's internal force so strong and pure! Even ordinary grandmasters can't compare.

But his aura is indeed only ninth grade...

Han Yue didn't have time to think about it. He couldn't hold on with one hand, so he had to put down his elders' face and deal with He Yunxiao's punch with both hands. But he didn't expect that his hands couldn't hold on either!

If his hands can't hold on, can he use his feet?

Han Yue couldn't bear to use his feet. He thought that he was the "Yan Emperor", how could he be stumped by a half-brother?

With all his internal strength poured into his hands, Han Yue dared not be careless any more, and tried his best to suppress He Yunxiao's deliberate punch.

The old master was tense all over, and his old face turned red because of holding his breath.

"Brother Chu, save me!" He Yunxiao shouted again.

Han Yue was so angry that he trembled: "It's okay for you to sneak attack without martial ethics, but why do you need to ask for help when you are fighting alone?"

He Yunxiao: "Brother Chu, come and save me!"

Han Yue secretly thought it was not good. He didn't know where this kid came from. His ninth-grade cultivation was so terrifying that he would have a hard time fighting alone. If there were other people, even if they were ninth-grade...

Chu Fan drew his sword without hesitation, "Brother He, hold on! Yan thief, Chu asks you to test your sword!"

Chu Fan would be amazing if he didn't draw his sword. He was originally a sword cultivator, and he was not very good at other martial arts, so he could often be taken advantage of, but in the way of swordsmanship, Chu Fan had already made some achievements. He drew his sword at this time, and the sword body rang, which made people feel refreshed.

Zhang Hu also reacted, and took up his fists and feet, ready to fight with Chu Fan.

Zhang Xiong in the corner was stunned to see what was happening in front of him. He Yunxiao's fists could compete with the Grandmaster, and Chu Fan's sharp sword made his proud outer door kung fu back numb...

Zhang Xiong muttered in his heart: Everyone is obviously ninth-grade, why does it feel that my ninth-grade is different from theirs?

Chu and Zhang's attacks made Han Yue feel like a thorn in his back, but for him now, the most important thing is not being attacked by the ninth-grade, but that he can't stand He Yunxiao's fists.

Han Yue said fiercely: "This kid..."

He Yunxiao: "Brother Chu, come and save me!"

Han Yue was going crazy. It was obviously me who couldn't hold on, why the hell were you shouting for help!

Chu Fan immediately drew his sword, "Brother He, hold on!" Zhang Hu also rushed over.

Han Yue really couldn't hold on, and the attacks of Chu and Zhang were the reason for his escape. Han Yue then used his strength to push He Yunxiao's fist forward, and then he immediately pulled back to the doorway.

Han Yue's pulling back made Chu Fan and Zhang Hu miss their shots, but for them, saving He Yunxiao was the most important thing.

"Brother He, how do you feel?"

He Yunxiao clapped his hands, gave up his horse stance and stood up, saying, "Huh, I was scared to death. If you had come an hour later, I would have really been unable to bear it."

Chu Fan: ...

Zhang Hu: ...

Zhang Xiong: ...

Han Yue: ...

Han Yue stood in the white light at the doorway as he did when he first arrived. He still stood with his hands behind his back, showing the demeanor of a master. But at this time, his hands behind his back were not as calm as at the beginning.

Han Yue's two hands behind his back were overexerted in the fight with He Yunxiao, and they were shaking slightly uncontrollably at this time. This crucial battlefield intelligence was well hidden by this experienced and face-saving old master.

"To win with more people against fewer people is not fair." Han Yue acted like a master.

Among the people present, only He Yunxiao was sharp-tongued. He bluntly said, "You are bullying the weak with your strength. Don't be a bitch." ŴŴŴ.

Han Yue's face was embarrassed. Although his hands were shaking, he couldn't change his habits. He used to pretending to be cool and said, "I'm bored, so I just play with you. Now I've had enough, so I'll be kind and give you a chance to challenge me in the future. See you later."

Han Yue turned around and was about to leave. He Yunxiao and others were relieved. Fortunately, he was just playing, otherwise, even if they could beat the masters, they would have to pay a heavy price.

Although He Yunxiao and others thought that Han Yue was just playing, Zhang Xiong didn't think so. Zhang Xiong thought that Han Yue wanted to escape.

"Brother! He's going to run! Stop him!" Zhang Xiong said, then he struggled to get up and rushed towards Han Yue.

Zhang Hu was horrified: "You don't want to die!"

Chu Fan waved his sword at Han Yue, and He Yunxiao chose to stop Zhang Xiong.

Han Yue had seen He Yunxiao's strength and didn't want to stay for long. He exchanged two moves with Chu Fan, found a loophole and ran away.

Over there, He Yunxiao stood in front of Zhang Xiong, who was desperate for his life. He opened his arms and hugged Zhang Xiong's chest, forcefully forcing Zhang Xiong to stop.

Zhang Xiong was reluctant at first and wanted to chase people. Later, he was shocked to find that the strength he was invincible and proud of for defeating Chu Fan could not take any advantage in front of He Yunxiao!

Zhang Xiong's purpose has changed. He wants to compete with He Yunxiao in the field he is best at!

The huge soles of his feet stepped hard into the ground, and Zhang Xiong's huge body used the power of his legs to crush He Yunxiao like a bulldozer.

But He Yunxiao held on, even if Zhang Xiong was panting from exhaustion, he wouldn't let him move forward at all.

Apart from the heroine, He Yunxiao didn't care about anything, and naturally he didn't care about the battle of wills or strength. He felt that he couldn't hold it anymore, so he quickly shouted to Zhang Hu: "Uncle Zhang! Come and help me! "

Zhang Hu naturally knew the strength of his brother, so when he saw that He Yunxiao could withstand Zhang Xiong, he was already beside himself. He remembered that when they were fighting for the leadership of the Chu Family Army, Fan Ziruo sent Chu Fan to fight, but in fact, He Yunxiao was the strongest among them...

Zhang Hu recalled the details of the voting and recalled that Fan Ziruo was initially willing to vote for him...

A huge sense of shame enveloped Zhang Hu. He felt that he was still fighting for fame and fortune in his forties, and was far less sensible than a teenage girl.

"Uncle Zhang! Come and help me! I can't stand it anymore!" He Yunxiao shouted again.

Although He Yunxiao screamed miserably, Zhang Hu could see clearly that this guy shouted "I can't stand it", but actually he could secretly take out an arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead and fix his hair.

Although He Yunxiao asked him for help, Zhang Hu did not move. He was distracted at the moment, and the figures of He Yunxiao, Chu Fan, Fan Ziruo, and the short sword army repeatedly replayed in his mind.

Zhang Hu only had one idea in his mind: If it were them, it seemed that there was a real chance of reviving the Chu family army.