Song Wenjia was determined to avoid it, but his body skills were not as fast as Song Xuan. He had no choice but to exchange his injuries for injuries. He also smashed his left fist and shouted, "Come on, you can die together."

With two bangs, the two hit each other again.

The next moment, Song Wenjia's face turned purple in pain, and his mouth trembled. He felt that his internal organs were about to break.

"Puff..."

Song Wenjia only felt a sweet throat, and couldn't help it. The blood in his mouth was spurted out like a life-threatening one.

When the mouth of blood was spurted out, Song Wenjia seemed to have lost all his strength and was weak all over.

At this moment, Song Xuan grinned, endured the pain in his chest, and punched him again.

"not good!"

Song Wenjia was frightened. If Song Xuan hit him with this punch, he would probably be disabled even if he was not dead.

Seeing Song Xuan attacking, Song Wenjia panicked and shouted with bloody mouth: "I admit defeat."

At the same time, several rapid voices came from the stage, "Stop."

Immediately afterwards, an innate aura came and forced Song Xuan away.

"Jia, how are you?"

A figure flew over, and it was my uncle Song Jianyuan. Song Jianyuan helped Song Wenjia up, and at the same time, the innate spiritual consciousness penetrated into Song Wenjia's body to investigate the injuries.

When she found that Song Wenjia's internal organs were almost broken, she was always very serious and silent. Song Jianyuan, who was silent, immediately snorted and said, "Hmph, I'm not old, so it's cruel to take action."

Then he took out a pill from the storage bag and gave it to Song Wenjia.

Song Xuan, who had retreated to the edge of the ring, laughed and couldn't say much sarcasm.

Anyway, almost everyone believes that they are cruel and ruthless, and it doesn't matter. This is fine, so that some ungrateful tribe members will not bother them again, so he has no time to greet these people.

In the next period of time, we must seize the time to improve our cultivation and strength.

As for how the tribe members view him, it is not important at all. The popularity of the Song family is not rare.

Sooner or later, I will leave the Song family, and this family is not worthy of him staying there.

Just when Song Jianyuan was angry that Song Xuan was ruthless, and when other disciples showed dissatisfaction with Song Xuan, even disgusted with him, hated him, suddenly, the patriarch Song Xingde spoke.

"Xuan'er, what's going on with those scars on your arm?"

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Chapter completed!