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There is one, there are two, there are two, and there are three.

Finally, before he fell down, Gao Mu defeated the last Fang Damao.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain of being hit hard on his legs, Gao Mu stared at his sharp eyes, his forehead and neck veins swelled up, and his hands were highly tense.

Those who were lying on the ground, those who were hiding with their faces or heads hid beside each other, had different postures, but they were the same, staring at Gao Mu in pain, staring at him in a daze.

This is a thin man, so terrifying!

Although Gao Mu was still standing, his whole body was shaking, he couldn't count the fists he was hit on, and his back felt even more painful.

Fortunately, they were arrogant and felt that they could easily deal with Gao Mu with bare hands, so the flesh fists fell on him.

If someone brings a stick, the final outcome of his stick will not be like this now.

While the whole body was in pain, the meridians were twitching constantly, especially the muscles on the big and small legs, which were shaking violently.

The next second, Gao Mu, who finally couldn't hold on, sat down unwillingly and happened to sit on the stone stool under the grape trellis.

Huh huh huh huh!

He was breathing heavily, and his chest was fluctuating violently.

"Ahem, yes, yes, yes..."

A cough with a phlegm sound passed through the gray early morning, an old man wearing a Chinese double-breasted shirt walked slowly into the small park.

He was also holding a kung fu sword in his hand, and he was obviously an old man who got up early to exercise.

I looked at the eight people tilted around the lawn in surprise, and my eyes finally stopped on Gao Mu, who had not stopped at all.

"Uncle, it's okay. We are also exercising. We were tired of exercising just now." Gao Mu reluctantly showed a smile: "Just exercise yours."

"Well, your young people's exercise is quite novel!"

After living for sixty or seventy years, I ate more salt than Gao Mu ate. I know very well what the situation is.

However, it was not clear. After sighing, he walked straight to the side and started his early training.

The sword in his hand was placed on the stone pier beside him, and the old man played a set of Tai Chi, which was round, soft and hard, with a straight and eye-catching.

Gao Mu glanced at him for a few seconds and then stopped his eyes. It was not that he didn't want to appreciate it, but that he couldn't appreciate it anymore.

A new crisis unfolds before him.

Qiu Xingxing, who was the first to be called on the ground by him, had already recovered after such a period of adjustment and got up from the ground.

A pair of people-eating lion eyes, with blood-red anger, staring at Gao Mu tightly.

This state and expression cannot bring a sense of oppression to Gao Mu, it will not make him feel any big, and it will not be even more impossible to have a sense of crisis.

What he frowned and worried about was that Qiu Xingxing was venturing the dagger of Han Xing.

The cold light is scattered!

"Boy, I didn't expect that I would look up to you as high as possible, but in the end I looked down to you. I really didn't expect that I would have such a good skill. What exactly is hidden in your gloves?"

揍不白挨,痛不白享,仇星星要是要现在还不知道高牧的白纱手套下有东西,那他就真的是只笨猩猩了.

"I want to... know, come and see myself."

Gao Mu's breath was much worse than Qiu Xingxing, and he was breathing heavily when he spoke.

"Hmph, do you think I will give you a chance to be lucky?" Qiu Xingxing lit up the dagger in his hand.

: "But no matter what you hide, I don't believe it can be faster than my dagger."

"I'm talking nonsense, I'll do it again if I have the ability! I can beat you once, and I can beat you a second time."

Gao Mu was a little nervous, and he still looked down on his mouth. His fists collided in front of his chest again, and his fighting spirit was high.

However, his eyes turned inadvertently, trying to see if there were any sticks around him for him to use.

After all, with his current state, he was unable to fight Qiu Xingxing, who was holding a dagger.

"Boy, you can't do it by your mouth. Humph, you'll know in a while that relying on your mouth and some shameful means will only end up losing."

Qiu Xingxing stared at Gao Mu's hands with gauze gloves, threw away the dagger in his hand, and returned with confidence.

"Is that true? Do you know how the villains died?"

Gao Mu sneered, feeling guilty but not showing fear.

"How did you die?"

Qiu Xingxing subconsciously asked, and he didn't realize that Gao Mu called him a villain at all.

Instead, Xie Bin, who was standing behind him, holding a face, and a circle of black green appeared from his fingers. When he heard Qiu Xingxing's retort, he kept flipping through his black and white.

"He said we are villains? Why are you so stupid?"

"Who are you calling stupid?"

Qiu Xingxing was waiting for Gao Mu to answer his words. When he heard Xie Bin's words, he immediately turned his head unhappily and stared at him fiercely.

"It's not me that you are stupid, it's him that you are stupid. This kid scolds us as villains, and he will die quickly when he talks too much."

Xie Bin hurriedly explained that his hands were no longer holding on his face, revealing a swollen and deformed face.

The former big cake face has turned into a Shandong steamed bun, big, round and swollen, and you can see the pain of the muscles twitching when you speak.

Gao Mu was also shocked. He didn't expect Xie Bin's face to be so miserable, and he was really a bit heavy.

Then he thought that if he didn't do anything heavy, Xie Bin's face would not have the same effect as he did now, and he would be the one who ended up in a bad situation.

"Boy, you are very confident. You still dare to scold us until now. It seems that you are very interested in it slashing it on you a few times."

Qiu Xingxing finally reacted and gestured to his dagger again, with a fierce look on his face.

Gao Mu grinned, and it was a pity that the internal strife did not arise.

It seems that the next second fight is inevitable.

As the saying goes, the rich rely on technology, while the poor rely on mutation, and the inability to mutate depends on physical strength.

Now he can only rely on his fist, fight for danger, and fight for it for a future opportunity.

"bring it on."

Although it is tired and dangerous, Gao Mu no longer has any way out. Doing it is the only way out.

"Up, stars, come up quickly and avenge us."

Immediately after Xie Bin, the others began to instigate Qiu Xingxing to take action quickly. They could not wait to see Gao Mu's body, and their faces were scratched a few times, and they wanted to see a bright red look.

"Boy, go to death."

Qiu Xingxing no longer hesitated and had long been blinded by hatred. With the encouragement of his brothers, he waved his dagger and rushed towards Gao Mu.

That momentum was definitely about to poke a few holes in Gao Mu's body.

"Why!"

With a sigh, Gao Mu's nose clip was sprayed out, and he did not count, but they would not be able to use the knife.

Eight Great Gold

The crooked and clumsy heart was indeed at a point that ordinary people could not understand and could no longer look at them with ordinary thinking. What these guys did was long gone from the scope of students.

It’s a pity that I finally got back once, and maybe I’ll fail today.

If she was given another chance, would he be so tough at the sports meeting and would he fight against them eight major gold medals again and again?

This result is probably still a good word.

If a man is not strong, how can he win?

Although those who are hard can easily break, and those who are good at softness cannot defeat, this situation does not make Gao Mu regret it.

Being hard and moving forward with the pressure is the pressure he must have now.

Only by moving forward can we achieve the end.

Qiu Xingxing's sword flower is very beautiful, but it is actually very majestic, and the encouragement from everyone around him is very strong.

But as he was about to rush to Gao Mu, it seemed that the blade was about to hit him in the next second, but Qiu Xingxing was stuck.

The right heel was slightly raised, and the front soles were on the ground. The left foot soared forward. A big step had been half-formed, but it was a strange stagnation.

Just like in martial arts novels, the masters lit acupoints, they didn't move.

Everyone, including Gao Mu, stared at the open space between him and Qiu Xingxing. Before, except for the lawn with grass, he suddenly "smacked" a long sword that had not been unsheathed.

Yes, it was falling because there was a small piece of broken grass on the lawn and a small hole inserted into the scabbard.

Immediately afterwards, everyone's eyes turned to the old man who was practicing early, because this sword belonged to him, and just now he threw out the sword he practiced in Kung Fu at the critical moment.

The shocking effect is pretty good, at least the murder of the knife did not continue.

The old man had a hint of embarrassment on his face. He actually wanted to insert his sword to the ground just now. Such a shock effect would definitely be better and would better reflect his "strength".

The situation was really too urgent. Although he exercised every day, he was in his sixties or seventies after all, and his hands and feet were unable to keep up with the functional reactions.
To be continued...