Martial Doctor Supreme

Chapter 243 Should I have realized my weakness?

A bald man with a height of nearly two meters, shouting that he thinks he is very suitable to be a little man, not to mention Long Qi, the rest of the Nantianmen members heard the words, all of them had black lines all over their foreheads.

Tang Long didn't take it seriously, and said cheekily: "Wait a minute, Miss Qi, help me to say something nice.

Your words are always better than me! "

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

She nodded and agreed, "Yes.

But my words may not be useful. After all, 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 somewhat ambiguous.

"You all understand, don't you?"

He glanced at the others at Nantianmen.

"Understood! Of course I understand, they are ordinary friends."

Everyone nodded, all looking ambiguous.

"..." Long Qi didn't bother to talk to these unhealthy guys any more, and looked at Yang Mu on the stage.

This guy really surprised himself today, where did he learn his skills, and how far can he reach his limits?

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

He made a fist with his right hand. Although he had regained his mobility, his entire arm was still a little numb, and he could not return to its peak state in a short period of time.

"Do you want to continue fighting?"

Yang Mu said.

"I just want to ask, do you have stronger palms or swordsmanship?"

Tang Feng asked.

Yang Mu said: "With the blessing of the Scarlet Firmament Sword, it is stronger than the bare fist."

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

Tang Feng's eyes slammed, and the arena under his feet shook, like a mad dragon out of the sea, rushing towards Yang Mu.

He can accept defeat, but he can't. He is not even qualified to let the other party come up with the means of pressing the bottom of the box.

You can lose, but you can't lose so badly!

Yang Mu didn't move like a mountain, he stood there, and when Tang Feng rushed in front of him, he no longer used the palm technique, but also made a fist with his right hand and punched out.

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

Before he could grab Yang Mu's throat with his right hand, Yang Mu's body slumped, and his shoulders slammed into Tang Feng's chest.

Tang Feng changed his moves again, clenched his right hand and smashed it down, hitting Yang Mu's head.

"Successful!"

He looked ecstatic just because the distance between his right hand and Yang Mu's head was much shorter than the distance between Yang Mu's shoulders and his chest.

If it goes on like this, 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 combat effectiveness in a short time, and he is about to turn the tide of the battle and turn defeat into victory.

boom!

Before he could be happy for too long, he felt a huge force in his chest, and then he felt a biting pain, and the whole person flew out again.

"How could this be! It should have been my fist that landed on his head first!"

Tang Feng slammed heavily on the arena, unable to care about the severe pain, looked at Yang Mu, and saw that Yang Mu's fisted left hand was slowly withdrawn.

What hit him in the chest just now was not Yang Mu's shoulder, but his left fist!

When Yang Mu leaned over and slammed into his chest, he punched his left fist at a faster speed, but Tang Feng's vision was blocked by Yang Mu's shoulder, so he felt that he would be one step ahead of the opponent.

"All of this is in his calculations?"

Tang Feng felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart. This sense of powerlessness had only appeared when he was fighting with elders who were far more powerful than him, but now it was the first time he was playing against his peers.

"Who the hell are you?"

Tang Feng stood up with difficulty, staring at Yang Mu with dignified eyes.

Yang Mu said: "Yang Mu heaven!"

Tang Feng frowned slightly, this was not the answer he wanted. What he wanted to know was the specific origin of the other party, such as which ancient martial family he came from, or which hidden ancient martial sect.

I have never heard of this character in Nantianmen before. Obviously, this Yang Mutian was definitely not cultivated by Nantianmen!

Before he could continue to ask, Yang Mu flashed and charged towards him.

With a wave of Tang Feng's right hand, he saw a black iron lump flying out from his cuff. It looked like an iron rod with a length of five or six centimeters.

In the process of flying out, the iron bar opened automatically, like a small iron umbrella.

boom!

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

"It's the Tang family's hidden weapon, the black rain umbrella! After all, Tang Feng was forced to use the hidden weapon."

"He is unwilling! It's not that he is unwilling to lose, but no matter what, he will force Yang Mu to draw his sword.

As long as Yang Mutian draws his sword and uses swordsmanship to resist the hidden weapon, he will most likely be satisfied and will directly admit defeat.

Right now, his injuries are not light, and he has no strength to fight for a long time. "

"In the beginning, who would have thought that Tang Feng would not even dare to hope to win against Yang Mutian! He just wanted to force the opponent to draw his sword!"

...

People are extremely curious, in the face of 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 poses, and the universe shakes!"

Yang Mu still didn't draw his sword, didn't even stop, while rushing forward, the infuriating energy in his body rushed like a river in the meridians, and finally burst out with his palm.

The violent infuriating qi, accompanied by the dragon's roar, is like a big dragon, rushing out from Yang Mu's palm, knocking all the black iron needles in front of him and flying back!

Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.

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

When can a fourth-grade innate ancient warrior put the innate qi in his body to such a level?

Simply incredible!

Facing Yang Mu's palm, Tang Feng's heart was beating wildly, and he felt like a prisoner on the guillotine, who could lose his life at any time!

"I surrender!"

He exclaimed, his hair fluttered in the gust of wind, and his flesh was squeezed so that he looked hideous.

Only then did Yang Mu stop and said, "There is no need to be discouraged, among the fourth-rank ancient warriors, you are already very good.

Stronger than Ji Feiyu! "

Tang Feng showed a very reluctant smile, and couldn't be happy at all. He felt that the other party was a little Versailles, and he was not complimenting himself at all.

Said that he is considered a good among the fourth-grade ancient martial artists, then he Yang Mutian, is he invincible under the ancient martial arts master?

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

"The means just now, can really be used by fourth-grade ancient warriors?

I have some doubts now, this Yang Mutian, is it not an ancient martial arts master? "

"An ancient martial arts master under the age of 30?

I see that you are out of your mind! "

"It would be an exaggeration to say that he is a master of ancient martial arts.

Although the movement just now was quite illusory, and it seemed that only a master of ancient martial arts could have such extraordinary means, but at his age, it was unreasonable.

It can only be said that his control of the innate qi in the body is beyond common sense, and it is completely two levels from the ordinary fourth-grade ancient martial artist. "

"Like Tang Feng, Ji Feiyu, etc., they are the arrogances of the fourth rank.

As for this Yang Mutian, it is purely a monster level! "

"Yang Mutian! Which force cultivated him, I don't believe Nantianmen can cultivate such a monster.

When I go back, I immediately check to see if there is any hidden ancient martial family surnamed Yang in history! "

...

Listening to people's shocking discussions, Long Qi's head was also buzzing. At this moment, her cell phone rang, and it was the Lord of Nantian calling.

After connecting, on the other side, there was a somewhat mocking voice from the Lord of the South.

"How about that guy, Yang Mu, who has already played against Ji Feiyu?

I said hello to Ji Feiyu before, and I won't deal with him too badly.

That kid, should have realized his weakness by now? "