This bald head is actually the one who jumped upstairs to fight when they were eating noodles in the morning.

"What, bald, are you not convinced?" Li Haoran smiled, and everyone put down the things in their hands and walked over slowly.

Seeing that the number of people on Ji Yun's side was not as large as his side, the bald man sneered: "Boy, I'll let you call grandpa later!"

"What's it called?" Li Haoran rubbed his ears.

"Grandpa!"

"Hey!" Li Haoran laughed, turned his head and said, "Grandpa, I found you a Mao Mao grandson." ”

Old man Li didn't have the heart to laugh, he glanced at an old man in a practice uniform leaning on a BMW in the distance, and said in a low voice: "Master Yun, I can't see through that person's cultivation, he should be a master of the late stage of the master of internal strength!"

"Well, it's true that it's the late stage of the master, it's so-so, but if you fight with him, you may not lose! His weakness is in the lower plate, his legs have suffered from the wind and cold, you see, he has to lean on the car when he stands, that is to rest his legs all the time, when the time comes, you directly attack his legs, he will be defeated in ten minutes!"

Old man Li was a little surprised: "Really? Why can't I see it?"

"You can tell it's already a grandmaster!" Twilight said coldly.

Old man Li was angry, but he was not angry.

"Boy, you—" The bald man was furious, "I'll let you sneer for a while!"

The Chen Shi in Tang costume smiled and said: "Little brother, men don't be too sharp-tongued, otherwise it will be no different from Sanba, you are very good at fighting, right? Come on, come on, let's have fun!"

He carried it with one hand, and looked for a hand at Li Haoran with the other.

Li Haoran was about to stand out as soon as he rolled up his sleeves, when he suddenly heard Yang Luming say: "Fourth, let it be given to me, you have beaten it in the morning!"

"Lu Ming!" Yang Feng couldn't help but be anxious when he saw his son coming out, but was stopped by his eldest son Yang Luchan.

"Weak scholar, little brother, have you graduated from college?" The middle-aged man glanced at Yang Luming and sneered.

Not far behind him, several men laughed and said, "Senior brother, you think everyone is just like you, so anxious!"

At this moment, someone behind him suddenly said lazily: "Mozi, don't be careless, this son has two strokes on his hands!"

It was the old man who was leaning on the car who spoke.

Beside the old man, there was a wealthy businessman in a suit and leather shoes with a big belly, and it was at this moment that he was looking at Yang Feng curiously, and muttered: "It looks quite similar, it can't be him, right? If it's really him...... I heard that there is a plague god behind him, so I can't afford to mess with him!"

"Yes, Master!" The middle-aged man named Mozi arched his hand at the old man, turned his head and smiled, "Come on!"

Yang Luming smiled slightly, took a deep breath suddenly, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and the whole person was like a cheetah lurking close to its prey, with a serious and serious expression.

Yang Feng and Yang Luchan were stunned and glanced at each other.

Although Yang Luchan knew that his favorite brother was pretending to be a nerd on weekdays, he had never seen him look so serious.

Yang Luming himself didn't know his second son, so it was no wonder if he was surprised to see him suddenly become like this.

"Boom"

Chen Mo kicked hard at his feet, smashed his fist with a sneer on his face, and his momentum was fierce, and the faces of several bodyguards changed at the same time.

Such a punch, these bodyguards can't do it.

So can the thin boy in front of him bear it?

"Flashy, flowery!" Yang Luming was as steady as a mountain, and he actually had the heart to laugh at it, and the words fell, and the fist came.

Seeing that the punch that opened the stele was about to hit his face, at this moment, Yang Luming's body suddenly leaned back violently, a standard iron plate bridge, and then kicked out with his right foot like lightning.

"Bang..."

The tip of the big scalp shoe was directly pointed at Chen Mo's heart, and with just one move, Chen Mo turned his back on his breath, squatted on the ground and gasped for a long time, and then he lifted his breath, and when he looked at Yang Luming again, his eyes had changed.

"Big brother, if I lower this foot by that distance, you will only be able to practice the Sunflower Book in your life, you know?"

Yang Luming shook his head, turned his head and said, "It's too vegetable, I knew I wouldn't choose him, I didn't have fun, I didn't have fun!"

As the one with the highest cultivation among Ji Yun's male disciples, he was obviously unsatisfied with choosing such an enemy who could be put down with one kick.

"Senior brother!" Several people behind Chen Mo hurriedly rushed over.

"Good boy, sure enough, there are two hits, don't you have fun!" One of them shook his hand and took off his coat, revealing the strong muscles inside, stepping on a T-shaped step, and his toes were dotted twice, and he had already rushed in front of Yang Luming.

This person is definitely not a simple muscular man, he also has speed and skills, compared to the Chen Mo just now, it is completely two levels.

Yang Luming's face became solemn, and he immediately punched and fought with the man.

"Second Senior Brother is going to lose!" said Twilight suddenly.

Ji Yun blinked: "Oh? why?"

"Master, I mean that if he doesn't change his tactics, this person's internal strength has already entered the hall, and the second senior brother is obviously at a disadvantage when he competes with him!"

Ji Yun nodded and said with a smile: "It seems that you have made progress again in the past two days, I thought you couldn't see this person's cultivation!"

The corners of Twilight's mouth twitched slightly, although she tried her best to restrain herself, she could see that Ji Yun's praise was still very happy for her.

"He can't lose, and if he loses, he won't be qualified to be my apprentice!" Ji Yun smiled slightly and said lightly.

As if he had a heart in his heart, as soon as Ji Yun's voice fell, Yang Luming retreated, and his tactics changed.

The moves of "Eighteen Palms of the Martial Saint" are constantly smashed out, and they don't use aura, as soon as they make a move, they are pure power.

"The first move, the wind and clouds are broken!" Shen Feibai clenched his fists and muttered in his mouth.

On the field, Yang Luming clapped his palms together, and the targets were both ears.

The man raised his arms to block these two palms, and suddenly felt a strong force attack, and his arms couldn't help but tremble.

"The second move, Canglong Pan!" Li Haoran looked at the battle circle nervously.

As soon as the man swung these two palms, he saw Yang Luming's waist bent, his left palm slapped to his stomach, and his right arm was wrapped around the other party's waist.

The man reacted quickly, raising his knee and slamming it into Yang Luming's temple.

"The third move, the iron door bolt, wins!" Tang Zirui smiled slightly.

As soon as the words fell, I saw that Yang Luming's left palm, which was originally slapped to his stomach, suddenly slid strangely, turned his palm into a hand knife, and slashed at the man's thigh.

"Ahh

"Hmph..." the man snorted lightly, fell directly to the ground on his back to the sky, and turned his back on his breath.

"It's not bad, in the face of internal strength higher than his own cultivation, he chose to use brute force and barely passed!" Ji Yun smiled slightly.

Yang Luming turned his head to look at Ji Yun and grinned, as if he was very dissatisfied with his performance.