A bald man nearly two meters tall shouted that he thought he was quite suitable to be a little man, not to mention Long Qi. Hearing this, the rest of the Nantianmen members all had black lines on their foreheads.

Tang Long didn't take it seriously and said shamelessly: "Wait a moment, Miss Qi, please help me say something nice. Your words will always be more effective than mine!"

Long Qi felt that if Tang Long could really get a more powerful method from Yang Mu, it would be beneficial to Nantianmen.

She nodded and agreed: "Yes. But my words may not be useful. In the final analysis, he and I are just ordinary friends."

"That's right! It's just an ordinary friendship."

Tang Long nodded with an "I understand" expression, and his eyes were a bit ambiguous.

"You all understand, right?" He glanced at the other people in Nantianmen.

"I understand! Of course I understand, we are just ordinary friends."

Everyone nodded, all looking confused.

"..." Long Qi was too lazy to talk to these unhealthy guys and looked at Yang Mu on the stage.

This guy really surprised me today. Where did he learn this ability? What is his limit?

On the ring, Tang Feng grabbed his drooping right arm with his left hand and connected the dislocated bones with a click.

He made a fist with his right hand. Although he had regained mobility, his whole arm was still numb and he would not be able to return to his peak condition in a short period of time.

"Do you want to continue fighting?" Yang Mu said.

"I just want to ask, are you stronger in palm skills or sword skills?" Tang Feng asked.

Yang Mu said: "With the blessing of the Red Sky Sword, it is stronger than bare hands."

"Then today, even if I can't win, I will at least make you draw your sword!"

Tang Feng's eyes were fierce, and the platform under his feet shook, and he rushed towards Yang Mu like a dragon out of the sea.

He could accept defeat, but he couldn't accept that he wasn't even qualified to let the opponent use the most advantageous tactics.

You can lose, but you must not lose so ugly!

Yang Mu remained motionless, standing on the same spot. When Tang Feng rushed in front of him, he no longer used palm techniques, but also made a fist with his right hand and punched out.

Just when his fists were about to collide, Tang Feng changed his move. His right hand was like a flexible snake, turned a corner and clawed towards Yang Mu's throat.

Before he could grab Yang Mu's throat with his right hand, Yang Mu dwarfed and hit Tang Feng's chest with his shoulder.

Tang Feng changed his moves again, making a fist with his right hand and smashing it down, hitting Yang Mu on the head.

"Succeeded!"

He showed an expression of ecstasy simply because the distance between his right hand and Yang Mu's head was much shorter than the distance between Yang Mu's shoulder and his chest.

If this continues, before Yang Mu hits his chest, his punch will hit Yang Mu's head first.

The human head is so fragile. This punch is enough to make the opponent lose his fighting ability in a short period of time. He is about to reverse the situation of the battle and turn defeat into victory.

boom!

Before he could be happy for a long time, he felt a huge force coming from his chest, followed by a bone-chilling pain, and his whole body flew backwards again.

"How could this happen? My fist should have landed on his head first!"

Tang Feng hit the ring hard and had no time to pay attention to the severe pain in his body. He looked at Yang Mu and saw that Yang Mu's fisted left hand slowly retracted.

The one that hit his chest just now was not Yang Mu's shoulder, but his left fist!

When Yang Mu leaned over and hit his chest, he punched out his left fist at a faster speed, but Tang Feng's sight was blocked by Yang Mu's shoulder, so he felt that he would succeed before the opponent.

"All of this is part of his calculations?"

A strong sense of powerlessness welled up in Tang Feng's heart. This kind of powerlessness had only appeared in the past when competing with elders who were far more powerful than him, but now it was the first time that it appeared when fighting against people of his own generation.

"Who are you?" Tang Feng stood up with difficulty and looked at Yang Mu solemnly.

Yang Mu said: "Yang Mutian!"

Tang Feng frowned slightly, this was not the answer he wanted.

What he wants to know is the specific origin of the other party, such as which ancient martial arts family he comes from, or which hidden ancient martial arts sect he comes from.

I have never heard of such a person in Nantianmen before. Obviously, this Yang Mutian was definitely not trained by Nantianmen!

Before he could continue asking, Yang Mu's figure flashed and rushed towards him.

Tang Feng waved his right hand and saw a black iron lump flying out from his cuff. It looked like an iron rod five or six centimeters long.

The iron rod opened automatically as it flew out, like a small iron umbrella.

boom!

The iron umbrella exploded and turned into countless iron needles covered with barbs, shooting towards Yang Mu like a heavy rain.

"It's the Tang family's hidden weapon, the Black Rain Umbrella! Tang Feng was forced to use the hidden weapon after all."

"He is unwilling! It's not that he is unwilling to lose, but he will force Yang Mutian to draw his sword no matter what. As long as Yang Mutian draws his sword and uses swordsmanship to resist hidden weapons, he will most likely be satisfied and will admit defeat directly. He is seriously injured now.

, there is no strength to fight for a long time."

"At the beginning, who would have thought that Tang Feng would not even dare to hope to win against Yang Mutian! All he wanted was to force the opponent to draw his sword!"

…

People are extremely curious. Faced with this hidden weapon without any warning, will Yang Mu be forced to draw his sword to resist?

"The dragon raises his head in seventy-two postures, and the universe shakes!"

Yang Mu still did not draw his sword, and did not even stop. While charging forward, the true energy in his body surged like a river in his meridians, and finally exploded in his palm as he pushed out with his palm.

The violent zhenqi, accompanied by the dragon's roar, was like a big dragon, rushing out from Yang Mu's palm, knocking back all the black iron needles that rushed in front of him!

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

There is only one thought in my mind: Is this a method that a fourth-grade innate ancient warrior can use?

When could a fourth-grade Xiantian Ancient Warrior release the Xiantian Qi in his body to this extent?

Simply unbelievable!

Facing Yang Mu's palm, Tang Feng's heart beat wildly. He felt like a prisoner on the guillotine and could lose his life at any time!

"I surrender!"

He exclaimed, his hair being blown wildly by the strong wind, and his skin and flesh being squeezed to look ferocious.

Yang Mu then stopped and said: "There is no need to be discouraged. Among the fourth-grade ancient warriors, you are already very good. You are stronger than Ji Feiyu!"

Tang Feng showed a very forced smile and was not happy at all. He felt that the other party was a bit Versailles and was not praising himself at all.

He said that he is very good among the fourth-grade ancient martial artists, but what about Yang Mutian? Is he invincible under the ancient martial arts master?

Under the ring, after a brief silence, the crowd exploded.

"That method just now can really be performed by a fourth-grade ancient martial artist? Now I have some doubts. Could this Yang Mutian be an ancient martial arts master?"

"An ancient martial arts master under 30 years old? I think there is something wrong with your brain!"

"It would be an exaggeration to say that he is an ancient martial arts master. Although the movement just now is quite fantasy, it seems that only an ancient martial arts master can have such otherworldly methods, but given his age, this is unreasonable.

It can only be said that his control over the innate energy in his body is beyond common sense and is on a completely different level than an ordinary fourth-grade ancient warrior."

"Tang Feng, Ji Feiyu, etc. are all fourth-level geniuses. As for Yang Mutian, he is purely a monster!"

"Yang Mutian! Which force trained him? I don't believe that Nantianmen can cultivate such a monster. When I get back, I will check immediately to see if there is any hidden ancient martial arts family named Yang in history!"

…

Listening to people's shocked comments, Long Qi's head was buzzing. At this time, her cell phone rang, and it was the Lord of the South Sky calling.

After the call was connected, a somewhat teasing voice from the Lord of Nantian came from the other side.
Chapter completed!