Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

"Ah?!" Soong Loong was stunned for a moment. Then, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Jin Wudao, who was sitting opposite Ding Yi.    

    

Jin Wudao was also stunned. He looked at Ding Yi in surprise, then looked at Soong Loong again. He quickly stood up and said, "Master, this …"    

    

"No worries, let me see this brat's strength." Ding Yi smiled but did not deny it.    

    

"Alright!" Jin Wudao nodded helplessly and glanced at Soong Loong before saying, "Master, let's stop there!"    

    

"Don't worry, I won't hurt Ancestral Master ." Soong Loong's battle was so intense that he did not notice the strange expression on Ding Yi's face.    

    

Jin Wudao's mouth twitched a little when he heard Soong Loong's words. When he saw the intriguing smile on Ding Yi's face, he swallowed his words back. It seemed that Master was going to hone Soong Loong a bit.    

    

"Come, punch me with all your strength." Ding Yi stood in front of the tea table with his hands behind his back.    

    

Actually, other than wanting to temper Soong Loong, he also wanted to see how strong his current body was.    

    

Hearing Ding Yi's words, Soong Loong slightly frowned. Although it could be seen from Jin Wudao's actions and words that his master was very respectful to this Ancestral Master , it didn't mean that this Ancestral Master was very strong.    

    

Especially in Soong Loong's eyes, Ding Yi who had thin arms and thin legs didn't even look like a martial artist. Even if he had trained in martial arts, his strength would definitely not be much stronger.    

    

"Ancestral Master , I am currently at Fighter 9-dan pinnacle, fists and feet have no eyes …" Ancestral Master , you should still … " Thinking of this, Soong Loong hesitated for a moment, then looked at Ding Yi and said.    

    

As he said this, his face revealed a proud expression.    

    

"It's fine. Just do as I say and use all of your strength to give me a punch." Wu Tie nodded his head. Soong Loong was indeed considered a Heaven's Pride. To be able to reach Stage Nine Martial Disciple at such a young age, he could be considered a genius even in the ancient times when the people worshipped martial arts.    

    

Soong Loong's expression was stiff, the fists behind his back were clenched tightly, and fury was brewing in his heart. Originally, he had reminded Ding Yi that it was because the other party was his Ancestral Master , but Ding Yi's words had entered his ears, and he was clearly ridiculing him!    

    

"You really think I don't dare to use my full strength!" Soong Loong thought in his heart. He was in his prime, when did he receive such mockery?    

    

Suddenly, Soong Loong made his move. He clenched his fists and slightly bent his body. His eyes were staring at Ding Yi. He was like a cheetah who had found its prey, ready to strike.    

    

"Tai!" With an explosive shout, Soong Loong's body shot towards Ding Yi like an arrow that had just left the bowstring.    

    

The two of them were not far from each other, and Soong Loong's speed was extremely fast. He used almost all of his strength just so that Ding Yi could see his strength. At the same time, he would teach Ding Yi a lesson so that he would know that seniority does not necessarily mean strength.    

    

From beginning to end, Ding Yi had been standing on the spot indifferently. Even when he saw Soong Loong rushing over, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing an intriguing smile.    

    

However, in Soong Loong's eyes, it was because Soong Loong's speed was too fast that Ding Yi was unable to react. The moment he neared Ding Yi, a trace of hesitation flashed across his eyes and he slightly glanced at Jin Wudao.    

    

Seeing that his master was not worried at all, he steeled his heart, no longer hesitating, raised his hand and punched towards Ding Yi's chest. If this punch hit, Ding Yi would definitely be blown away, unable to get out of bed for at least a week!    

    

"You have some skills, but your fighting techniques are too poor!" Ding Yi shook his head in his heart. Although Jin Wudao's disciple was quite strong, he relied on the tyrannical body brought about by Fighter 9-dan. His fighting techniques were too terrible!    

    

It was too late. It was too soon!    

    

The moment Soong Loong's fist approached Ding Yi, Wu Jingdao's figure suddenly took half a step back like a ghost. Then, his right fist was clenched tightly, without any gaudy movements or making any sound. He merely punched forward.    

    

"Match fists with me?!" Soong Loong's expression changed. He never thought that Ding Yi would actually fight with him.    

    

If he punched it, it would not be a problem for him to lie in bed for a few days, and his entire arm would be broken. Thinking about this, Soong Loong suddenly became terrified, but his fist was already close to Ding Yi, it was impossible to retract it!    

    

Bang! Ka-cha! *    

    

With a crisp sound, Ding Yi's thin and weak fist collided with Soong Loong's fist.    

    

An impact came from Ding Yi's fist, but with a slight tremble of his body, the force traveled to his feet and reached the ground.    

    

Tap, tap, tap …    

    

Soong Loong was forced back a few steps before he finally stopped. He clenched his right fist tightly and a sharp pain came from the gap between his bones.    

    

"How is this possible!" Seeing Ding Yi not moving at all on the spot, Soong Loong's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.    

    

He could not believe how Ding Yi's skinny body could possibly exert such a great amount of strength. However, now that he saw Ding Yi take his punch head on and not even raise his feet, he suddenly realized that this Ancestral Master was probably not as simple as he looked on the surface!    

    

Actually, he should have thought of this long ago. As Souther Emperor's master, how could a person who Souther Emperor was willing to call himself master be a simple person?    

    

"My body fitness level is a bit too low, I should start training again" Ding Yi shook his head and sighed in his heart.    

    

With his fighting skills, he almost couldn't hold his body back when he fought with Soong Loong. One could imagine how bad his body's foundation was. However, Ding Yi didn't care about this. He had ten thousand ways to change his body's quality.    

    

"Master, how was it?" Jin Wudao asked Ding Yi nervously.    

    

Soong Loong's mouth twitched when he heard Jin Wudao's words. His strength was so strong, but his master was still worried about him?!    

    

"Not bad, he's a plastic talent. It's just that his fighting skills are a bit lacking." Wu Tie nodded, shook his head, and commented while looking at Soong Loong.    

    

When these words landed in Jin Wudao's ears, it immediately caused the famous Jiangnan Souther Emperor to open his mouth wide. However, when these words entered Soong Loong's ears, he nearly vomited blood!    

    

"How can fighting techniques be compared with yours!" Souther Emperor, Jin Wudao laughed bitterly. He rolled his eyes and was about to say something when Ding Yi suddenly looked at him and shook his head, saying, "He's your disciple, not mine."    

    

"But that's also you …" Granddisciple! " Jin Wudao wanted to retort, but he was glared at by Ding Yi and immediately became listless.    

    

Seeing his master and Ancestral Master , Soong Loong gritted his teeth and was about to say something when the red pear wood door of the private box suddenly made a banging sound.    

    

"Today, Boss Zhang is inviting guests to the banquet. I want to see who dares to occupy the seats inside and not come out!" A sharp voice came from outside the door, accompanied by a curse, "F * ck, get the person inside out!"