The moment Uncle Dong blasted out the Tianshi Fist, the whole room seemed to have a 12-level hurricane.

If the people from the Nine Great Family had not grasped strong things like pillars, they would have probably flew up long ago.

Jiang Yiran held his head up and looked at the punch that Uncle Dong had blown.

In his heart, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Uncle Dong has actually entered the fourth level like himself! This Tianliu Fist can be said to have brought Uncle Dong's decades of cultivation to the extreme.

At this moment, the golden lion's head fist light was roaring towards Jiang Yiran! Jiang Yiran took a deep breath and punched out the same punch.

The Eighteen Styles of the South Heaven - Moon Shaking Fist! Faced with Uncle Dong's punch, Jiang Yiran used the ancient boxing technique.

There was no other way for him to fight with Uncle Dong. He could only compete in the purest way to compete for cultivation.

This move determined the life and death of him and Uncle Dong! Boom! When the fists of both sides collided, a deafening thunder sounded in the room! In the room, except Jiang Yiran and Uncle Dong, everyone else covered their ears tightly.

Even so, their eardrums were hurt.

At the same time, at the confrontation of the fist, a dazzling light exploded instantly, like the sun exploded! Everyone covered their eyes, otherwise their glasses would have been blinded by this light.

In the living room, as if it had experienced a terrible disaster, the expensive Huanghuali solid wood furniture was almost completely broken into wood residue.

At this time, the Nine Family and the Zhao Family were all hiding in a mess in the corner, trembling all over.

Even Zhao Anshi, the head of the Zhao family, did not expect that the confrontation between Uncle Dong and Jiang Yiran would be so terrifying.

The destructive power generated by the fight between fourth-grade warriors is far beyond their expectations.

I don’t know how long it took before everyone dared to raise their heads and look into the center of the room.

I saw Jiang Yiran and Uncle Dong standing there, as stable as a javelin, motionless.

Neither of them moved nor took a step back, and stood there like a sculpture.

However, Uncle Dong's face turned paler than Jiang Yiran.

Who will win or lose these two people?

Just when everyone didn't know when the two would be in a stalemate, Uncle Dong suddenly said, "I lost."

Brush! Everyone looked at Uncle Dong, his eyes full of shock.

Especially Zhao Anshi, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Uncle Dong, how is this possible?

How could you lose to him?”

Zhao Huizhong, the second son of the Zhao family, said anxiously.

"That's Uncle Dong, aren't you doing well now..." The third brother Zhao Huiguang also agreed.

Uncle Dong ignored them and looked at Jiang Yiran, and a long-lost smile appeared on his old face.

"I didn't expect that the younger generation will make such rapid progress now.

After all, I'm old."

Jiang Yiran bowed: "Senior, admit it."

Uncle Dong nodded, "In time, you will definitely be on the China list."

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Anshi behind him, "I lost in today's battle.

I hope Mr. Zhao will not make things difficult for Mr. Xiao Jiang.”

Then, he turned around and left the living room with his head raised.

When he left, no one except Jiang Yiran saw that the piece of clothing on Uncle Dong's chest suddenly broke into powder.

A blood-red fist mark suddenly appeared on the chest behind the clothes.

There was also a significant collapse in his chest... After Uncle Dong left, Jiang Yiran looked at Zhao Anshi: "Do you have anything else to let me do?

If not, I'll leave.”

Zhao Anshi's face was as gloomy as if it was about to storm.

But even Uncle Dong couldn't deal with the boy in front of him, and he was even more helpless at this time.

Seeing that Zhao Anshi didn't say anything, Jiang Yiran nodded, turned around, and said to the people of the Nine Great Family: "If you still want to take revenge, come to Jiangbei to find me in the future."

After saying that, he raised his head and stepped out! In the messy room, there was silence.

The Zhao family, especially Zhao Anshi, had a pale face, a trembling body, and a very complicated mood.

He could not have expected that the Uncle Dong, who was the reliance of the Zhao family, would be defeated by Jiang Yiran! Today, in front of the Nine Great Family, the face of the Zhao family was completely lost! The dignified Zhao family, one of the ten major families in Jiangnan, was slapped in the face by Jiangbei, a son-in-law who could not stand on the table! Zhao Anshi was very angry and raised his crutch and was cruel.

It hit the ground hard.

Bang.

Huanghuali's crutch made a bang and broke into two pieces... outside the living room.

Jiang Yiran walked to a place where no one was around, his throat moved, his mouthful of blood, and he vomited out with a puff! It was obvious that he suffered internal injuries in the competition just now.

Uncle Dong, both are fourth-grade warriors, actually has a deeper cultivation than him.

After all, he has had decades of cultivation, while Jiang Yiran has just entered the fourth level.

However, Jiang Yiran had the blessing of Dust Pearl in his body, and his youthfulness and strength were naturally much stronger than Uncle Dong's physical fitness. Therefore, in the battle just now, he barely defeated Uncle Dong.

In fact, strictly speaking, Jiang Yiran and Uncle Dong will be considered a draw at most.

Perhaps it was because Uncle Dong intended to help Jiang Yiran that he took the initiative to admit defeat.

"Yiran!"

At this time, Shen Muyan walked over from not far away, his eyes full of worry and anxiety.

"Yiran, what's wrong with you?

You vomited blood!"

Shen Muyan held Jiang Yiran's body, her eyes turned red, and she was almost crying.

Jiang Yiran wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

He raised his hand and gently touched Shen Muyan's face: "I'm fine, I can't die."

"Mu Yan, please help Yiran sit down."

Shen Tianming and Zhao Huilan also came over at this time.

Just now, after Jiang Yiran was called away by Zhao Huizhong, Shen Muyan was afraid that something would happen to Jiang Yiran, so she quickly called Shen Tianming and Zhao Huilan.

However, even so, they didn't know where Jiang Yiran was taken by Zhao Huizhong.

Therefore, the three of them could only stay nearby and wait anxiously.

Shen Muyan held Jiang Yiran and asked him to sit on the stone bench beside him.

Zhao Huilan looked at him and said with concern: "Yiran, what happened?

They…have you been hit?"

Shen Muyan's face was full of anger and a beautiful face, as cold as frost.

"Mom, the Zhao family is bullying too much! Where did our family offend them? Do they want to bully us like this?

Just because we came from Jiangbei, they think we are poor and we are not as good as the Zhao family, so they have to suppress us again and again!"

"I, Shen Muyan, have sworn here today that Shen Group will definitely surpass Zhao Group within three years! I will definitely calculate the accounts with them today!"
Chapter completed!