He knew Song Yihan's master. Among the many deans of Qianfeng College, he was considered to be in the upper middle class. This time, he didn't even come because of his lack of level and strength.
Basically, it is unlikely that Song Yihan learned this secret technique from his master.
The greater possibility is that he got this accidentally, it was a rare opportunity, or... he learned it from other people.
If it's the former, it's easy to say, but if it's the latter, the situation is probably more complicated.
Elder Xuanhai's face was as gloomy as water, and his hands had already been clenched nervously.
Si Han looked at the looming veins on the back of his hands and sighed in his heart.
Master loves his little junior sister the most. Seeing this scene, he will definitely not feel comfortable.
"Master, don't worry too much. Junior sister is always smart and nothing will happen to her."
Si Han advised.
Elder Xuanhai licked his chapped lips.
"That's true, but now Song Yihan is already in the middle of the Soul King! His palm is probably -"
Suddenly, he paused, and all the sounds disappeared from his throat. He only stared at the field with wide eyes and disbelief.
In a similar way, the noisy and chaotic sounds in the entire square were all extinguished as if they had been agreed upon.
The huge space was extremely quiet.
Just because... Ye Xiyue actually took Song Yihan's palm!
Compared with the young man opposite, her response seemed too simple and casual.
During the whole process, she just raised the Tianwen Sword and blocked it in front of her.
Then, the terrifying sword energy formed a transparent barrier in front of her, blocking out the palm winds.
Song Yihan's originally proud expression froze at this moment.
how so?
Ye Xiyue could actually compete with his full blow?
What he didn't know was that for Ye Xiyue, who had fought against the Spirit Emperor, such suppression might make her feel uncomfortable, but it would never give her a headache.
She stood where she was, motionless as a mountain.
Only within the dantian, the golden spiritual root shimmered.
In fact, the suppressed feeling only lasted for a moment and then quickly dissipated.
The reason why she stood still was just to make Song Yihan relax.
It turns out that this does work.
Probably because he was too confident in his move, Song Yihan stood there. Although he was surprised, he was not alert enough and just looked at her with a suspicious look.
Xiaobai squatted on Ye Xiyue's shoulders, rubbed her cheek, and widened his round, dark eyes.
"Master, how about I go and take care of him?"
Ye Xiyue smiled, but refused.
Song Yihan is now in the middle of the Soul King. Let alone her, even the peers off the court, no one can be his opponent.
Xiaobai had already made a lot of limelight before, but he was forced by the situation, but now, Ye Xiyue did not intend to let him take action anymore.
"I'll do it myself."
She whispered in her heart.
Click!
A crisp sound came, but it was a crack in Ye Xiyue's barrier, and the barrier was about to fall apart!
Song Yihan saw the right opportunity and stepped forward quickly!
Without the barrier of Tianwen Sword, he wanted to see what Ye Xiyue could do!
However, just when his hand was about to touch Ye Xiyue, Ye Xiyue suddenly looked over!