This is the martial arts hall, everyone is conceited, and it is impossible to form a group. Two more people came up one after another, and they were beaten up by Yan Mu. The rest were ignored. Two more people came up one after another, but they were still beaten up very badly. Three more people came, and four more people were all in a mess.

Yan Mu sneered that he practiced Kung Fu in the army and strengthened his body. In order for everyone to learn, he would naturally not be advanced. And these children from aristocratic families could not endure hardships, and their basic skills were practiced in a scattered manner. Not to mention three or four, they would not be his opponent when they were rushing up.

At this time, Han Zhao stood in front, and he looked at him with his shoulders in his eyes, his eyes sharp and cold.

"Leng Qingming, come on!" Han Zhaodao.

With this sound, a man with a tall figure came out from behind him. The man had a firm facial features, rolled up his sleeves and exposed his strong arms. He walked onto the ring silently, glanced at Yan Mu, and then raised his fist and smashed him.

Yan Mu tentatively caught this round, but he didn't expect that this man was so strong that he was smashed and took several steps back.

"Okay! Good fight!"

"It's worthy of being our Brother Leng, I see that he still dares to be arrogant!"

"Brother Leng, beat him up, beat him hard!"

He started to coax the man below, and when Yan Mu failed this move, he was excited.

Yan Mu was not affected. After stabilizing his body, he picked up a soft sword from the weapon stand. This man was a master, and he practiced hard fists, so he would definitely suffer a loss when he continued to fist naked. This soft sword might be able to overcome hardness with softness.

Leng Qingming seemed to not take him seriously at all. Seeing him taking the weapon, he just snorted and continued to punch and smash it down with force.

Yan Mu's lips curled up, and when he hit him, he turned around, and at the same time, the soft sword flashed across his hand, scratching the cold and clear arm. He didn't even look at it, and kicked up, and with a thousand pounds of force, he slashed towards Yan Mu's knee joint.

Everyone below held their breath, obviously knowing how much damage Leng Qingming's kick could bring. However, Yan Mu didn't expect that he could avoid this kick even faster.

Although I avoided it, I was really embarrassed and staggered back.

Yan Mu narrowed his eyes. He understood why Han Zhao let Leng Qingming go to the ring. This is a real master, and he is calm in the face of danger, and it seems that he has experienced it on the battlefield.

He breathed a sigh of relief and calmed his mind. At this time, Leng Qingming rushed over again. His eyes were certain and he rushed towards him. When the two were about to meet, he turned over and jumped behind Leng Qingming. The soft sword dripped a half circle in the air, and the next moment he suddenly turned towards Leng Qingming's back waist.

Leng Qingming was prepared for a long time, so he turned around and dodged. However, Yan Mu noticed his reaction, and the sword moved with him, scratching his waist, and the bright red blood immediately dyed his clothes red.

Seeing this scene, the people below were gasping for a cold air.

Leng Qingming then looked at Yan Mu in front of him, looked at him deeply, then walked to the weapon stand and lifted up a spear. He was a hard kung fu, so it was also a hard weapon.

The spear has its own advantages over the soft sword, but it depends on how the two people play.

Next, the two men fought hundreds of moves, Leng Qingming was attacking but did not hurt Yan Mu at all. He was not anxious, and his moves were still stable, ruthless and quick. He could see that Yan Mu was already exhausted.

After hundreds of rounds, Yan Mu's move was already a bit confusing. Leng Qingming saw the opportunity, and after a few moves, he raised his spear and stabbed him in the chest.

But at this critical moment, the spear head was broken. Before there was any time to be surprised, the next moment, the soft sword flashed by, and he said intimately, "Oh no, the soft sword cut through his neck."

The entire training ground suddenly became quiet, as if everyone's breathing had paused.

They saw this scene clearly. The sword blade with a cold light slashed across Leng Qingming's neck, and blood fell down and fell to the ground, making people's spine cold.

Leng Qingming is the son of the head coach!

Yan Mu took a few steps back, tilted his head and smiled: "Are you still fighting?"

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Leng Qingming moved, and seeing that he was at least still alive, these people breathed a sigh of relief.

Leng Qingming stroked his neck and looked at the blood on his hands. He knew that Yan Mu could kill him just now, but he didn't. Moreover, the force was just right, and he could see blood, but he would not cut the artery.

As for why the spear tip was broken, after thinking about it again, it was clearly that Yan Mu used the soft sword in his hand to cut it from time to time, from shallow to deep, and finally broke it.

This person is so terrible. He can still follow his own rhythm calmly when fighting life and death, without showing any flaws in hundreds of moves. This must have a strong heart, sufficient wisdom, and courage to not be afraid of death.

Leng Qingming raised his hand and clasped his fists and said, "I lost, I am convinced!"

After the cold and clear sky continued, no one came up again.

Yan Mu looked at Han Zhao at the end, and Han Zhao also looked at him, including a group of companions behind him who were beaten to the point of bruised face.

"Han Zhao, you are the only one left." Yan Mu raised his eyebrows and said.

Han Zhao narrowed his eyes and then sneered coldly: "I am too lazy to argue with a dog!"

After saying that, he turned around and left the training ground.

Yan Mu walked off the ring with a smile. He guessed that Han Zhao would not go on stage. First, the two had fought before. He was injured and his legs were lame, and he did not beat him. Second, the Han family was stared at by the emperor and he was about to hurt him. The emperor was inevitably suspected that Han Zhao took revenge on him because of the empty salary in Yuzhou, and then he thought of the Fire Kirin.

On the next day, no one will cause trouble for him.

When Liu Yunxiang returned to the eldest princess's mansion, she finally relaxed when she saw that Yan Mu was not injured.

However, at night, the eldest princess's house was very lively. The parents of the students who were beaten by Yan Mu came to the door to ask for an explanation for their baby son.

The beggar entered the yard and said, "They were all bruised and swollen. The wife of the Minister of Justice recognized her son wrongly. This made her beat her so hard that her parents couldn't recognize her. After a while, five or six families came, and the front yard was in trouble. How many people did you hit?"

Yan Mu sat on the steps, crossed his legs and said leisurely: "Not many, twenty."

The beggar twitched his lips, "Isn't that much?"

"Don't forget, there are three thousand students in the martial arts hall."

"Don't be too arrogant, so as to avoid being stepped on by these 3,000 students."

Liu Yunxiang sat beside Yan Mu, looking at Yan Mu with joy, and she laughed with her heart. This is Yan Mu, who is arrogant, plays with people's hearts and plays in the world.

"But this mess must be reincarnated, otherwise you will suffer losses if it gets bigger." Liu Yunxiang was a little worried again.

Yan Mu picked her chin, "This is the eldest princess's mansion, so if there is anything, it will be the eldest princess who will naturally be the eldest princess."

Liu Yunxiang's thoughts changed, "You didn't mean to cause her these troubles on purpose, did you?"
Chapter completed!