Bian Yan swung another move, "Flick Fish Style," and Song Yun leaned his head back, then pretended to stand unstably, staggering a few steps backward. Song Yun had already retreated to Xia Tian's attack range. As long as Bian Yan chased after, it would be time for him to be played with. Song Yun felt a hint of happiness in his heart.
Quickly resolve this idiot, then use his incredibly awesome skills to take down East King Feng Ya. Knock him down first, then cut two slashes on his face, damn it, the most annoying thing is those who are neither as handsome nor pretentious as oneself. It's fine to show off oneself, but others cannot.
As Song Yun retreated, he flicked Bian Yan's groin with his toe, unsure whether he hit his little brother, but judging by Bian Yan's grimacing expression, he seemed quite uncomfortable.
