Even in his poor condition, Sima Yifeng still fought Song Qinghui and Liu Zheheng to a standstill!
Song Yaoyao waved her hands and shouted:
"Go, eldest brother! Go, second brother!"
Everyone had long since learned what that encouragement meant from Song Yaoyao.
Hearing this, Sima Yifeng called out while attacking the two men:
"Girl, you're only cheering for your brothers. Aren't you going to cheer for me?"
"Huh? Valley Master Sima, you don't need it, do you?
Your martial arts are so impressive that you're not at any disadvantage even fighting two against one!
That just shows how skilled you are!"
"At least you've got a good eye!"
After quite some time, there was still no winner!
At first, the fight had been exciting and fun to watch, but after a while, Song Yaoyao's eyes began to tire of it.
Song Yaoyao looked at the three of them and shouted:
"Since neither side can win, stop fighting!"
Before Song Qinghui or Liu Zheheng could speak, Sima Yifeng said:
"No! I'm settling this with these two brats today!"
"A little entertainment during our break is enough. If you keep fighting like this, you'll delay our journey."
"No. My mind is made up."
Unable to persuade Sima Yifeng, Song Yaoyao could only turn to Song Qinghui and Liu Zheheng:
"Brothers, stop fighting."
"All right."
Song Qinghui and Liu Zheheng tried to stop, but Sima Yifeng pursued them relentlessly!
Forced to fight back, Song Qinghui shouted:
"Yaoyao, this old man won't let up! We can't stop!"
Song Yaoyao turned her gaze back to Sima Yifeng:
"Valley Master Sima, we'll count it as your win, all right? Stop already!"
"You little brat, what do you mean, count it as my win? I don't like faking things!"
Song Yaoyao spent ages trying to