"Boy, who are you? How dare you interfere in my young master's business? Do you know my young master's identity?"
A Yan family servant asked sharply.
"Yan family, Yan Lei!" Song Fan said with his eyes unblinking and his expression as normal.
"Huh?" Yan Lei said softly. Unexpectedly, Song Fan knew his identity clearly, so he immediately said: "Miss Xiaomo called you Master Song just now. Could it be that you are a descendant of the Song family in Donglin County?"
"Song family, Song Fan!" Song Fan was very single and admitted directly.
Song family, Song Fan!
As soon as the name was spoken, Yan Lei and others were startled at first, with a strange look on their faces, and then laughed unbridled, obviously they were no strangers to this name.
A servant of the Yan family covered his stomach and pretended to sneer: "Who am I? It turns out to be Song Fan, the famous good-for-nothing young master of the Song family!"
Although several people have never met Song Fan, Song Fan's title of useless young master is widely circulated in Donglin County.
What is particularly eye-catching is that Song Fan's father, Song Tianxing, is a martial arts genius, but he is a useless practitioner. The contrast between the two has created a joke in Donglin County.
Xiaomo's face turned ugly. The reason why she called Song Fan Master Song instead of directly calling him Master Song Fan was because she was afraid that this situation would happen and embarrass Song Fan. But she didn't expect that he himself admitted it openly.
"Young master useless?" Song Fan frowned slightly and thought to himself: "It seems that I will have to find an opportunity to clear my name in the future."
"You say I'm a good-for-nothing young master. Well, I'll let you try the good-for-nothing young master's methods!"
Song Fan's expression suddenly turned cold, he shouted sternly, stretched out his hand to grab the sneering Yan family servant, and struck so decisively that no one had time to react.
"Looking for death!" the Yan family servant sneered.
Who doesn't know that this famous good-for-nothing young master has never crossed the threshold of the third level of training for eight years. In the eyes of this servant of the Yan family, it is not easy to deal with a practitioner who is only at the second level of training.
It's a pity that the Song Fan now is no longer the Song Fan before.
Song Fan's palm came close to him, and the Yan family slave waved his arm casually to resist. As soon as his arm touched Song Fan's palm, his expression immediately turned ugly.
A strong force came from Song Fan's palm, and the next moment, the Yan family servant felt as if his arm was clamped by pliers, unable to move.
What's even more terrible is that this Yan family servant felt that his life essence was flowing into the other person's body, and was being forcibly robbed out of his control.
The Yan family servant's eyes twitched, and he was shocked and angry.
Song Fan didn't give him time to react.
"Hi!"
Grabbing the Yan family slave's arm, Song Fan kicked the ground hard and threw the Yan family slave out with all his strength.
The Yan family slave fell down from the attic on the first floor and hit a wooden table. With a click, the wooden table broke in half from the middle. The Yan family slave rolled to the side and fell unconscious.
Yan Lei and others originally thought that the servants of the Yan family could easily deal with Song Fan, but contrary to expectations, Song Fan easily dealt with the servants of the Yan family.
"You!" Yan Lei's face turned pale and he took two steps back. Several Yan family servants protected him in the center.
Xiao Mo looked at Song Fan in disbelief, with a strange color in her beautiful eyes.
"What? You guys aren't leaving yet?" Song Fan glanced at Yan Lei and said in a deep voice.
Yan Lei's face was extremely ugly, and he spoke unwillingly: "Song Fan, although my servant is not talented, he is still at the fifth level of training. You can easily defeat him, and I guess his cultivation will not be too weak.
But, do you think you can stop me just like this?"
As soon as Yan Lei finished speaking, seven or eight slaves behind him stepped forward in unison and forced themselves towards Song Fan.
"Using force to suppress others?"
Song Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, but he was sneering in his heart. Yan Lei's move was to use force to suppress others, hoping that he would retreat in spite of difficulties.
These seven or eight slaves of the Yan family are all at the fifth level of strength training. Some have even reached the peak of the fifth level of strength training. They are only one step away from breaking through to the sixth level of strength training. Together, they can reach the sixth level of strength training.
All strong people will retreat.
Moreover, the Yan family is one of the largest families in Donglin County, and its strength is far beyond comparison with that of the Song family. Offending a direct descendant of a big family for something that has nothing to do with oneself is not worth it.
It's none of your business, just leave it alone.
Yan Lei believes that Song Fan knows how to choose.
Song Fan shook his head and thought to himself: "What a pity, I don't want to do this at all."
Now that he has made up his mind to intervene in this matter, he has already seen that the strength of these seven or eight Yan family slaves are all at the fifth level of training. With his current strength and strange methods, he can overwhelm practitioners of the same level.
As for provoking conflicts between the Yan family and the Song family, Song Junwei and others are worried about it, so he doesn't have 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 succession. Every time he took a step, the three-story attic shook slightly, as if the floor under his feet would collapse at any time.
Like thousands of horses galloping, the momentum is like a rainbow, making Yan Lei and others feel a strong sense of oppression. Moreover, with every step taken, this sense of oppression becomes stronger and stronger, making people's scalp numb.
Seven or eight Yan family servants who were at the fifth level of training could not bear the pressure. They were sweating profusely, their faces turned pale, and some even took half a step back.
Yan Lei's body had long been emptied of wine and sex, so naturally he couldn't bear the pressure and immediately shouted: "Stop!"
Song Fan did not act aggressively, he stopped and looked at Yan Lei and others calmly.
A slave of the Yan family breathed a sigh of relief. If Yan Lei didn't shout to stop, they, as slaves, would naturally have to resist forcefully.
He walked up to Yan Lei and said with shame: "Master, I'm afraid we can't deal with Song Fan."
Yan Lei's expression changed, and he frowned and said: "You guys can't compete together. Is this Song Fan a strong man who has practiced at the sixth or even seventh level?"
"Young Master, it is true that Song Fan is at the fifth level of strength training, but when he moves, he is like a wild beast, giving people a strong sense of oppression that we cannot resist."
The Yan family servant looked ashamed and said.
Song Fan stayed with the Purple Ling cub for a long time, and he often studied the two martial arts of Tiger Intention Fist and Tiger Strike Style, so he naturally acquired some of the tiger's aura.
The tiger is the king of beasts, and the tiger is so powerful that although the cultivation of these Yan family slaves is not weaker than that of Song Fan, it is difficult for them to withstand such pressure.
"Okay! What a Song family, Song Fan. I have written down what happened today. Let's ride on the donkey and read the songbook. We'll see!"
"Let's go!"
Yan Lei's face was extremely ugly, he sneered, said a few cruel words, and led a group of Yan family servants to leave Youyu Tower.