Song Zhong was so frank, which greatly increased Song Fan's favorable impression of him. Putting aside his father, this person was worth getting to know.
"Song Zhong was defeated?"
At this moment, the merit hall exploded, and noisy discussions could be heard. Song Fan defeated Song Zhong, which simply left no one with time to react.
According to the rules of the Song family, as long as Song Fan can withstand Song Zhong for hundreds of rounds, he can be promoted to an elite disciple. Who would have imagined that before the 100th round came, Song Fan cleanly defeated Song Zhong.
"Elder Song Mojun, may I announce the result of the challenge now?" Song Fan looked at Song Mojun, who looked aside and looked extremely ugly, and asked.
"Uh..." Song Mojun looked depressed.
"The winner of this challenge is..."
Song Mojun was quite reluctant, but it was hard to say anything in public. He was about to announce the result of the challenge loudly, but a questioning voice suddenly sounded, making him stunned.
"Wait!"
"There may be something fishy about this matter!"
"I suspect that Song Zhong lost to Song Fan on purpose and let the challenge slip."
A young man with a handsome face in a golden robe strode out from Song Junwei's side and walked towards Song Fan with his head held high, exuding a strong confidence in his every move.
"Song Zixi!"
Looking at the young man in golden robe walking slowly towards him, Song Fan inadvertently shook his hands, and a gloomy look flashed across his face.
"Cousin Song Zixi, I have indeed tried my best..." Seeing Song Zixi's intervention, Song Zhong frowned and said.
"Shut up." Song Zixi swept his eyes sharply, forcing Song Zhong to swallow the second half of the sentence. Then he walked towards Song Fan without stopping and said in an unquestionable tone: "If you want to
It's very simple to stop the crowd of Youyou, just follow my three moves."
While speaking, Song Zixi took several big steps in a row, came to Song Fan, and punched out with a fierce punch. There was no trick at all in this punch, it was just a matter of overwhelming force, relying on powerful strength.
Overwhelm Song Fan.
Song Zixi was very confident in his own strength. Even without using any martial arts, his brute force alone was enough to overwhelm a practitioner at the fifth level of training.
Song Zixi knew very well that Song Fan's becoming an elite disciple was a foregone conclusion and could not be changed. Therefore, he took action as soon as he said it and did not give outsiders a chance to stop him. On the surface, Song Zixi was questioning Song Zhong's challenge and gave it a try.
Song Fan's strength. In fact, I wanted to take this opportunity to teach Song Fan a lesson and suppress his arrogance.
"This Song Zixi dares to ignore the rules of Merit Hall and do whatever he says!"
Song Zixi came to Song Fan in a few steps and punched out fiercely, catching Song Fan by surprise.
Feeling the ferocious power carried by his fist, Song Fan felt a chill in his heart. Knowing that he was invincible, he immediately took a step forward and turned his body slightly to one side.
At the same time, he slapped Song Zixi's fist hard, and only heard a crisp sound. With all his strength, he slapped Song Zixi's fist slightly to one side, wiping the clothes on his body.
After narrowly repelling the blow, Song Fan secretly thought that it was a dangerous blow and was about to breathe a sigh of relief. However, the next moment, a sharp strong wind came from his lower body.
Subconsciously, Song Fan's body suddenly lay back. The next moment, the whip's leg brushed against the tip of his nose, and the strong wind carried by it hit his face, making Song Fan feel frightened for a while, and a tear oozed from his back.
Cold sweat.
Song Fan deflected Song Zixi's two consecutive blows, which seemed very easy to outsiders. In fact, he had accumulated rich combat experience fighting many monsters in the mountains behind the Song family, and that was why he reacted so quickly.
"Huh?" Song Zixi frowned, with a hint of anger on his face. Apparently he didn't expect that Song Fan's reaction speed was so fast, and he easily resolved two of his consecutive attacks.
"One move to convince you!"
Song Zixi gritted his teeth and said, then his hand shape suddenly changed, turning into a ferocious tiger claw, grabbing Song Fan's shoulder.
"Tiger Intent Fist!" Song Fan's eyes twitched.
The move used by Song Zixi was very familiar to Song Fan. It was a very simple move in the Tiger Intent Fist, but when performed by Song Zixi, its power should not be underestimated.
Song Zixi's big hand transformed into tiger claws, carrying the power of thunder and attacking Song Fan.
Normally, Song Fan would be sure to dodge this blow, but at this time, in order to avoid Song Zixi's two consecutive blows, he lay on the ground. Faced with this sharp blow, he had no way to dodge.
"Yan!" "Yan!" "Yan!"
"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"
Seeing that Song Zixi's blow was about to fall on Song Fan, Song Fan's mouth suddenly opened and closed. During the opening and closing, a sound wave invisible to the naked eye rushed toward Song Zixi.
Dragons roar and tigers roar!
At this moment, Song Fan was forced by Song Zixi to the point where he had no choice but to resort to sonic martial arts such as the dragon's roar and the tiger's roar.
Song Zixi only felt a buzzing in his head, and his eyes glazed over for a moment. Song Fan took the opportunity to roll on the ground, and Song Zixi's tiger claws passed by Song Fan's side.
With a click, a wooden table behind Song Fan was shattered by Song Zixi, and the broken wood flew in all directions.
Song Zixi's eyes instantly regained their clarity, and his expression suddenly changed.
Song Fan once used the Tiger Strike Style to deal with Song Zixi. The tiger roar contained in the Tiger Strike Style was completely different from the sonic martial art of dragon roar and tiger roar.
Even though Song Zixi was much stronger than Song Fan, at that moment, his mind suddenly lost control.
If at the beginning, Song Zixi only had a contemptuous attitude towards Song Fan and wanted to teach him a lesson, now Song Zixi could no longer keep calm.
"Song Fan, what a boy!" Song Zixi laughed angrily, with a hint of evil anger on his face, and clenched his fists, with the intention of attacking Song Fan again.
"That's enough, Song Zixi, three moves have passed, what else do you want to do? Do you want me to accompany you through two moves?"
This time, before Song Fan could react, a sturdy figure stood in front of him, with a sneer on his lips and looking at Song Zixi with cold eyes.
"Cousin Song Cheng." Looking at the strong figure in front of him, Song Fan felt warm in his heart.
"Song Cheng." Seeing Song Cheng and Song Fan coming forward, Song Zixi's face changed unnaturally, revealing a somewhat fearful look.
"Haha, cousin Song Fan defeated Song Zhong all based on his own ability. It is appropriate for him to be promoted to an elite disciple. Naturally, I have no objection."
After staring at Song Cheng for a long time, Song Zixi laughed and said with a smile.
Hearing this, Song Fan showed a look of disgust on his face. Song Zixi's acting skills were really good. He couldn't get off the stage just now, but in the blink of an eye he was like a spring breeze.
"That's enough, stop making trouble. Song Fan's promotion to an elite disciple is already a certainty and there is no need for further discussion."
At this time, Song Junwei spoke. There was no expression on Yingwei's face, and no one knew what he was thinking.