A dislocated arm, in exchange for a silver priest's life, Yang Shuang thinks it is worth it.

His punch almost used all his strength, and the hardness of running was only lethal, and it could definitely penetrate half a meter thick stubborn stone.

However, when the four bone joints at his phalanges were about to be imprinted on the other party's chest, the mysterious old man's ethereal figure was forced to move back half a foot.

Except for Taizu's long fist, there is no fist technique that completely straightens the arm and exhausts all the power of the fist.

Therefore, only half a foot, Yang Shuang's fist stopped when it was still half an inch away from the old man's chest.

A strong fist wind caught up with the old man's clothes, leaving a shallow dent in his cuffs.

Unfortunately, it doesn't do much.

Yang Shuang retracted his fist and whipped his legs, whipped away the white earth dog that had ordered the two silver priests in the back, endured the pain in his left arm, and swung down his heavy fist again.

The old man's face is like a poker, and if he says it well, his face is as usual, and if he says it badly, he calls it a dead fish face.

When Yang Shuang attacked again, his complexion finally changed a little and he opened his mouth!

"We are not here to be your enemy, your combat strength is not as good as mine, why don't you stop and sit down and have a good chat?"

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Shuang was horrified.

It turned out to be ancient Chinese!

Today's Central Plains also speaks ancient Chinese, but after the Five Hu Chaohua, it has been mixed with many words invented by the Hu people.

In addition, because many classics were burned and burned, many literati, in order to make up for their regrets, filled in the missing parts of most of the classic books according to the oral accounts of the older generation.

It cannot be said that it is bad to do this, after all, it is a continuation of Chinese culture.

But in this way, most people use their own understanding, which changes the original meaning of many ancient Han cultures.

Therefore, the ancient Chinese spoken in the Central Plains today is not the real ancient Chinese.

Language changes, perhaps decades, perhaps centuries, are like the fading vernacular.

And the voice from the old man's mouth is the ancient saying that Changsun Sheng once studied!

In fact, these did not surprise Yang Shuang.

He was surprised that the other party was from the Samoyed tribe, and it was said that the geographical location was far away in the northernmost part of the Northern Regions, how could they speak ancient Chinese?

"Who the hell are you?"

After this delay, the five people chasing behind had already formed a group to come behind him and surrounded Yang Shuang.

"Han, die!" The black man is simple in his words and has a clear goal.

The Murong brothers' eyes were full of vigilance, not only guarding against Yang Shuang, but also looking directly at the three people and three dogs, one left and one right, who seemed to be surrounded even by them.

"Who are you?"

Murong Yong asked almost the same words as Yang Shuang.

It's a pity that the three Lao Tzu didn't bird him, and after a moment of eye contact, the old man who was fighting with Yang Shuang spoke again.

"Bald boy, if you are caught, I will protect your life!"

I'm sorry, I need to repeat it again today, and I'll change it later, twenty minutes.

The following is repeated and will be corrected soon.

A dislocated arm, in exchange for a silver priest's life, Yang Shuang thinks it is worth it.

His punch almost used all his strength, and the hardness of running was only lethal, and it could definitely penetrate half a meter thick stubborn stone.

However, when the four bone joints at his phalanges were about to be imprinted on the other party's chest, the mysterious old man's ethereal figure was forced to move back half a foot.

Except for Taizu's long fist, there is no fist technique that completely straightens the arm and exhausts all the power of the fist.

Therefore, only half a foot, Yang Shuang's fist stopped when it was still half an inch away from the old man's chest.

A strong fist wind caught up with the old man's clothes, leaving a shallow dent in his cuffs.

Unfortunately, it doesn't do much.

Yang Shuang retracted his fist and whipped his legs, whipped away the white earth dog that had ordered the two silver priests in the back, endured the pain in his left arm, and swung down his heavy fist again.

The old man's face is like a poker, and if he says it well, his face is as usual, and if he says it badly, he calls it a dead fish face.

When Yang Shuang attacked again, his complexion finally changed a little and he opened his mouth!

"We are not here to be your enemy, your combat strength is not as good as mine, why don't you stop and sit down and have a good chat?"

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Shuang was horrified.

It turned out to be ancient Chinese!

Today's Central Plains also speaks ancient Chinese, but after the Five Hu Chaohua, it has been mixed with many words invented by the Hu people.

In addition, because many classics were burned and burned, many literati, in order to make up for their regrets, filled in the missing parts of most of the classic books according to the oral accounts of the older generation.

It cannot be said that it is bad to do this, after all, it is a continuation of Chinese culture.

But in this way, most people use their own understanding, which changes the original meaning of many ancient Han cultures.

Therefore, the ancient Chinese spoken in the Central Plains today is not the real ancient Chinese.

Language changes, perhaps decades, perhaps centuries, are like the fading vernacular.

And the voice from the old man's mouth is the ancient saying that Changsun Sheng once studied!

In fact, these did not surprise Yang Shuang.

He was surprised that the other party was from the Samoyed tribe, and it was said that the geographical location was far away in the northernmost part of the Northern Regions, how could they speak ancient Chinese?

"Who the hell are you?"

After this delay, the five people chasing behind had already formed a group to come behind him and surrounded Yang Shuang.

"Han, die!" The black man is simple in his words and has a clear goal.

The Murong brothers' eyes were full of vigilance, not only guarding against Yang Shuang, but also looking directly at the three people and three dogs, one left and one right, who seemed to be surrounded even by them.

"Who are you?"

Murong Yong asked almost the same words as Yang Shuang.

It's a pity that the three Lao Tzu didn't bird him, and after a moment of eye contact, the old man who was fighting with Yang Shuang spoke again.

"Bald boy, if you are caught, I will protect your life!"

A dislocated arm, in exchange for a silver priest's life, Yang Shuang thinks it is worth it.

His punch almost used all his strength, and the hardness of running was only lethal, and it could definitely penetrate half a meter thick stubborn stone.

However, when the four bone joints at his phalanges were about to be imprinted on the other party's chest, the mysterious old man's ethereal figure was forced to move back half a foot.

Except for Taizu's long fist, there is no fist technique that completely straightens the arm and exhausts all the power of the fist.

Therefore, only half a foot, Yang Shuang's fist stopped when it was still half an inch away from the old man's chest.

A strong fist wind caught up with the old man's clothes, leaving a shallow dent in his cuffs.

Unfortunately, it doesn't do much.

Yang Shuang retracted his fist and whipped his legs, whipped away the white earth dog that had ordered the two silver priests in the back, endured the pain in his left arm, and swung down his heavy fist again.

The old man's face is like a poker, and if he says it well, his face is as usual, and if he says it badly, he calls it a dead fish face.

When Yang Shuang attacked again, his complexion finally changed a little and he opened his mouth!

"We are not here to be your enemy, your combat strength is not as good as mine, why don't you stop and sit down and have a good chat?"

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Shuang was horrified.

It turned out to be ancient Chinese!

Today's Central Plains also speaks ancient Chinese, but after the Five Hu Chaohua, it has been mixed with many words invented by the Hu people.

In addition, because many classics were burned and burned, many literati, in order to make up for their regrets, filled in the missing parts of most of the classic books according to the oral accounts of the older generation.