The two fists collided together, making a sound that made people listen to it painfully.

"Pedal, pedal—"

This punch was hard, Hu Mu was shocked and took seven or eight steps back before he stood firm, and the old man also took three or four steps back. This time, the high and the low are divided. Yan Murong could see that the old man had not done his best, but at least he had used seventy percent of his strength. Hu Mu also retained one point, but he could shake the old man back a few steps, and Hu Mu's strength should not be underestimated.

In fact, the punch of the two is nothing more than a test of each other, and this temptation knows the details of each other. Hu Mu's face was expressionless, but he was horrified in his heart, he left a little strength, and similarly, the other party didn't use all his strength, and what was even more terrifying was that he was practicing kung fu, and there was a faint pain in that fist.

Hu Mu was comparing himself to the old man in his heart, and Yan Murong was also comparing himself to Hu Mu.

He knew that the old man's force value was very perverted~ perverted, but to what extent he was perverted~ he didn't know that for so many years, no one had ever let the old man use all his strength to meet the enemy, even if it was those two killers, the old man did not do his best.

"Hah!"

Hu Mu let out a loud shout, and his body flew towards the old man like a cannonball, but the old man stood in place, not even putting on a posture.

Hu Mu's speed was extremely fast, and even brought a burst of wind that broke through the air, and the simplest and most direct straight punch slammed into the old man.

"Smack."

His fist hit the old man—or rather, the old man grasped his fist with his hand. The other hand was also raised, and two fingers were erected against Hu Mu's neck.

Many martial arts novels have master duels, all of which are difficult to solve, and there are those who fight for a few days and nights, but that is only for the needs of the plot. Do you think, if you only write about two masters, you punch me, I give you a sword, and then one person hangs up, who likes to read this kind of novel? ――However, in a real master duel, sometimes a single move can make the difference between victory and defeat.

"You've lost." The old man let go of Hu Mu's fist, stood sideways, and said lightly, looking like a man of great morality.

"I lost." Hu Mu's thousand-year-old coffin showed a wry smile on his face.

"Lost? Damn, why did the captain lose? It doesn't make sense. Why did you throw in the towel? Rohan glared and shouted, as if he had borrowed a loan shark and did not want to pay it back, and then hid, and was triumphant, but the loan shark came to the door - but then again, he did owe money to others, and it was a lot.

"Captain, how can you throw in the towel? You can't throw in the towel, you've never conceded defeat - what if you lose? Rohan shouted.

Hu Mu didn't want to deal with him at all, his face returned to indifference again, and he turned around and walked towards the house.

Yes, he never threw in the towel, especially when it came to a mission, no matter how difficult the task was, even if it was death, he had to complete the task. This is not a battlefield, though.

Why did he throw in the towel? Because he knew he was no match for the old man.

After his own temptation, he hit with all his strength, but the other party stood there and didn't move, and at that time, he knew that he was probably going to lose. That punch, even people who don't know anything about martial arts know how powerful it is, but what does it mean that people are just standing there waiting for you to strike? It shows that the other party is either stupid by you, or the strength is higher than you, and this punch does not pose any threat to him - obviously, the old man is definitely not the former.

Even though he knew that he was going to lose, Hu Mu still didn't admit defeat, and after that punch was lightly grasped by the old man, his other fist was also ready, but as soon as his fist was raised, his throat was pressed against his fingers.

If this is a battle of life and death, then it is not a finger that is pressed against his throat, but a knife - more importantly, he is practicing a cross-linked kung fu similar to the iron cloth shirt of the golden bell hood, and even the pistol cannot penetrate his body at a slightly distance, but the place where the old man's fingers are pressed is exactly his cover door.

"How do you know?" Hu Mu walked to the door, suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at the old man and asked.

"Your Adam's apple is moving." The old man said angrily. "It shouldn't be."

"Understood, thank you." Hu Mu thanked him sincerely.

Yes, his Adam's apple is moving, not because of breathing, but because of his habits.

His cover door is there, so he will always inadvertently want to protect his cover door while attacking, and the movement of the Adam's apple wriggling is just a habitual protective action, but it is seen through by the old man at a glance.

He said thank you to the old man because the old man's guidance undoubtedly saved his life. In the past, all the tasks he accepted were successfully completed, and he did not meet any decent masters, however, this does not mean that there are no masters, the old man's answer is to let him know where he lost, even if he meets a master in the future, he will not make the same mistake again.

"Bald, give me the money, right?" Yan Murong looked at Luo Han with a smile and stretched out his hand in front of him.

"Money-" Luo Han looked bitter, and he was about to cry in depression. He trusted Hu Mu too much, so he miscalculated the form.

As the saying goes, boxing is afraid of being young and strong, and if you punch the master to death, who will replace it, and you can't imagine that a middle-aged uncle can easily defeat their captain.

"What? It's not like you're trying to pay off, is it? Yan Murong said urgically.

"Who is going to pay the debt, and who is going to pay the debt?" Luohan was like a cat whose tail had been guessed, and he suddenly exploded. "You go to Longteng and ask, my Arhat has always been willing to gamble and lose, when will I pay the bill? I- I'm just thinking about things. ”

"Don't think about it." Yan Murong said with a smile. "I've calculated it for you, the three of us pressed 100,000 US dollars, according to the ratio of one to three, you should give me 300,000, Yang Duo pressed 10,000, that is, 30,000, a total of 330,000, take the money."

Luohan was about to cry.

What do you mean by that? Small gambling is pleasant, big gambling is sad, and strong gambling is gone, which is really lost back to before liberation all at once.

According to today's exchange rate, rounding up to a whole number, one dollar is equal to six Chinese dollars, and 330,000 is 1.98 million Chinese dollars.

After several years of hard work, the money saved from birth and death in the wind and rain was wiped out with this bet, and he now has the heart to die. However, when he thought about it, Hawkeye, Silver Fox and Goshawk still owed him 500 yuan, and his heart was much more comfortable—fortunately, he could eat instant noodles for at least three months.

PS: Three chapters in a row, sent later!