"Second brother, you can not be careless, the other party is not an easy person. ”

"Okay, big brother, don't argue, I'm almost annoyed by you!" After speaking, Yang Zhongcheng put his hands in front of his chest and looked at him with big eyes and a huff. Fengshu put the horse on the rope, patted the horse's neck, and the horse ran out of the battle circle with interest. The remaining three Yang brothers, in order not to affect their battle, also retreated into the distance and silently watched the changes.

Isn't he going to attack? Feng Shu thought in his heart, but as soon as he thought about it, he understood what the other party meant, he was waiting for me to attack him!

This man is about the same height as Niu Fu, but his weight is far behind. But seeing that he has a strong waist and limbs, and his muscles are slightly bulging, he is probably a master of foreign kung fu.

Fengshu jumped up and punched Yang Zhongcheng in the chest.

Yang Zhongcheng's chest was as strong as a steel plate, and hitting it made Fengshu's hand hurt a little.

"Iron cloth shirt, good kung fu! I haven't met such an interesting opponent in decades. Fengshu fell back to the ground and clapped his hands, and kept praising him.

"Come again, are you tickling me?" Yang Zhongcheng laughed loudly, deliberately showing off such magical skills.

The iron cloth shirt is a foreign hard qigong, and it is said that practicing this skill can be invulnerable.

However, it is also extremely difficult to practice this kung fu, and when I first started practicing, I hit all parts of my body with bamboo blocks to improve my ability to resist blows. After the bamboo block is passed, it is a wooden stick, and when the wooden stick is finished, it is an iron piece.

In the end, when the iron piece couldn't hurt him, the invulnerability kung fu was also practiced.

"Really, I can break your magic with only five palms?"

"Hahaha, fuck your mother, brag and don't play drafts, don't say five palms, grandpa will let you play fifty palms!" Yang Zhongcheng has been practicing iron cloth shirts since he was a child, and for more than 20 years, the kung fu of this iron cloth shirt can be said to have reached the point of perfection.

He has been walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, and no one has ever been able to break through his secret door.

Yang Zhongcheng bent slightly, he clenched his hands into fists against each other, and placed them in front of the Shenque acupoint. With his chest and abdomen straightened, the muscles on his body bulged one by one, like a huge bronze man, standing motionless on the ground.

Feng Shu jumped up and slashed at his heart with a wave of his palm.

In the first palm, Yang Zhongcheng only felt a little itchy.

In the second palm, Yang Zhongcheng actually felt a burst of soreness in the muscles of his heart.

In the third palm, Yang Zhongcheng had to start to use his strength to resist the heavy strength coming from his palm.

In the fourth palm, Yang Zhongcheng's heart hurt violently, his mouth let out a slight muffled hum, and hot sweat rolled on his forehead, and he couldn't help but keep falling down.

This person is too strong, and his palm power is stronger than the other. Not only that, but it seems that from the very beginning, he already had a way to crack it in his heart.

He fired four palms in a row, and the palms hit the heart directly, and what he wanted was to attack one by one and break through.

When Yang Zhongcheng was still thinking, the fifth palm of the wind book fluttered.

Yang Zhongcheng saw a faint blue glimmer on his hand, he knew that this was the effect of externalizing the internal force, he couldn't bear the first four palms, if he received such a heavy palm, then he would definitely be killed or injured.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhongcheng subconsciously closed his right hand, used force in his shoulder, and threw it out with a punch.

It's close at hand, and there is a sudden change, where did Fengshu expect that the other party would suddenly come to this trick. As soon as he exhaled, his body sank slightly, and his palm struck his heart diagonally upward.

Where could Yang Zhongcheng have thought that the other party would be able to make such a judgment and micro-operation in a moment. The fist that was originally used to resist the heavy palm smashed into Fengshu's face by mistake.

The two colossal forces collided with each other almost at the same time, and the two were knocked backwards at the same time by their respective forces.

Fengshu flew ten meters away and crashed into a small tree at the foot of the mountain, breaking the trunk at the waist.

Ahem, ahem...

Feng Shu clutched his chest and slowly stood up with a cough.

Although Yang Zhongcheng did not fly that far, he was also shot out five or six meters. After he made an arc in the air, he slammed into the force of a large stone, which was shattered by his sturdy body.

Yang Zhongcheng got up, his heart hurt, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. He quickly wiped the blood from his mouth, clasped his fists and saluted: "I couldn't stand you just now, you are too strong, I am convinced." ”

He thought sadly as he walked out of the battle circle.

Maybe he can indeed be regarded as a strong person in Su Mo City. However, outside of Su Mu City, there are six major sects, and in addition to the six major sects, there are also five major divine continents, and in addition to the five major divine continents, there are also the outer land, the netherworld land and the Supreme Heavenly Palace.

How strong is he? After all, he is so vulnerable in front of a real master.

He is like a strong frog sitting in a well and watching the sky, and when he sees the well, he thinks that it is the size of the sky.

Sitting in the well and watching the grasshoppers shake the trees, it is ridiculous and immeasurable.

Yang Zhongcheng walked back to the three brothers, the more he thought about it, the more sad he became, and sat down on the grass without saying a word.

"Second brother, did you find any flaws in your fight just now?" Yang Boci couldn't wait to ask.

Yang Zhongcheng did find a flaw in Fengshu, that is, his lack of strength and internal strength were difficult to continue. He didn't tell this kind of news to his three brothers, he didn't do it to make up for the mistake of his untrustworthy behavior just now, but he always believed that it was a man who should use his own way to defeat his opponent, instead of playing any tricks in private.

"Second brother, what's wrong with you? crying with a sad face, like a dead mother!" Yang Jicheng looked at his decadent appearance and said proudly: "Don't you say that your iron cloth shirt is invincible in the world?

"Oh, three of you, you can shut up quickly!" Yang Shuhu saw Yang Zhongcheng bowing his head slightly, holding his mouth, his eyes blinking quickly, and tears were about to come out of his eyes.

"Isn't my mother your mother?" Yang Zhongcheng lowered his head, buried his head between his hands, and cried in a low voice like a fountain of tears.

"Okay, don't be sad second, the third and fourth will avenge you soon. Yang Boci beckoned, and the two came to his side. Yang Boci is quick and observant, and is often stationed in the rear as a strategist.

"According to my observations, that person's breath disorder may have internal injuries, and you must first seize this point to attack and break through later. As a famous doctor, Yang Boci can see at a glance what the other party's physical condition is and what symptoms he may have.

Yang Zhongcheng was sad, but after listening to Yang Boci's arrangement, he was very curious about how the next battle would go.

He listened so intently that he forgot to cry before he knew it.

"Another point, this person is very good at kung fu, whether it is body style or skills, far above you and me, remember not to be tough. One of you is the main attacker and the other is the auxiliary, and the virtual and the real will definitely find an opportunity to defeat him. ”

Yang Shuhu and Yang Jicheng nodded, each holding a Tang knife, and walked towards Fengshu unhurriedly.

"Come on, you must not lose!" Yang Zhongcheng hadn't figured out what he was thinking, but he shouted out one step earlier to cheer for Fengshu.