Sun Desheng knew very well that ordinary people's eyes could not keep up with his speed.
Seeing Yang Mu standing there blankly, he smiled secretly in his heart, even with your little ability, you still want me to show you my hands.
Show your hand and your life will be lost!
He appeared behind Yang Mu, his right hand like an eagle's claw, making a roaring sound, and clasped towards Yang Mu's neck.
"Is this the speed of a seventh-grade ancient warrior? It is indeed not slow."
Just as Sun Desheng's hand was about to fall on Yang Mu's neck, he heard the other party's voice.
He sneered in his heart. This kid knew that he was a seventh-level ancient warrior. Apparently the Qingdai girl told him, but he actually said that his speed was only "not bad". It was just nonsense.
"you--"
When Sun Desheng saw Yang Mu turn around instantly and stab his palm like a sword, he was startled at first, then snorted coldly:
"It seems that you are also an ancient warrior? But if you want to compete with me, you are not qualified!"
boom--!
He changed his moves instantly, made a fist with his right hand, and struck Yang Mu's two fingers together.
puff!
There was a sound like a sharp blade piercing flesh.
Sun Desheng's expression changed wildly, and he retreated violently to distance himself from Yang Mu. His right fist was dripping with blood and his bones were visible.
"Didn't you take my life with one move, just like picking something out of a bag? Why did you retreat? Since you are good at boxing, I will fight you with boxing! Come on, let me see what a seventh-grade ancient warrior is capable of!"
Yang Mu stepped forward, clenched his fists with both hands, and blasted out at the same time, like two dragons out of the sea, the wind roared and was unstoppable.
"Ancient warrior! A seventh-grade Houtian ancient warrior at the same level as me!"
Sun Desheng was heartbroken.
Although he was frightened, he held his back feet on the ground and made a holding posture. He made fists with both hands and punched out one after another, like a violent storm.
Yang Mu is right, he is indeed good at boxing, and all his skills are in his fists!
Boom boom boom——
The fists collided, and there was a deafening sound, like muffled thunder.
Yang Mu became more and more courageous as he fought and laughed wildly: "Okay! Come on! Continue! Come again!"
He had just broken through to the peak of the physical realm, and he felt that there was endless power in his body. He wanted to find someone to vent to, but now Sun Desheng simply came to his door.
Sun Desheng groaned secretly, his fists gradually ached to bursting, and the more he punched, the more frightened he became!
He is definitely one of the best among the seventh-grade ancient warriors. Although he is old, he is still proud of his physical strength.
This kid is obviously an acquired ancient warrior who relies on physical strength. Why is he so much stronger than himself by relying on strength alone?
It is simply unbelievable that the power of acquired ancient warriors can be so powerful!
wrong!
Not just strength.
His fists are already red, but his fists are still as normal. This kid's physical strength is also far stronger than mine. How did he practice?
With this kind of power and physical strength, even ordinary innate ancient warriors would not want to go head-to-head with him!
Boom boom boom——!
Sun Desheng found a flaw and punched Yang Mu three times in the chest.
Yang Mu also found a flaw. He punched Sun Desheng in the chest. Before he could land a second punch, Sun Desheng had already vomited blood and flew backwards several meters away.
Yang Mu took a few steps back to remove the opponent's punch, and immediately rushed towards Sun Desheng again.
"Stop! Stop!"
Sun Desheng's expression changed and he shouted hurriedly, "No more fighting! It's a tie, we two are considered a tie, that's the end of it!"
"A tie?"
Yang Mu kept walking, "As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts! Since it is still a tie at the moment, let's fight until the winner is determined!"
When Sun Desheng saw Yang Mu rushing in front of him, he said with a downcast face: "No, stop fighting! You won, it's not a tie, you won!"
Yang Mu then stopped and said disappointedly:
"It would be too boring to admit defeat so quickly. Mr. Sun, your strength is pretty good, but my chest was so tight that you beat me up. If we continue to compete, maybe you will win!"
The corners of Sun Desheng's mouth twitched. Your chest was just stuffy. I got punched by you and the bones in my chest were all broken. I was spanked like hell!
He said solemnly: "I have heard before that some people are gifted. Not only do they have innate divine power, but they also have innate copper skin and iron bones. I always thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect that there really are people like you! You are at the same level as me and have the same strength.
However, both my body and my body crushed me and I lost at your hands, I admit it!"
After saying that, he turned around and left without wasting any more time.
I originally came here to warn Yang Mu not to appear in front of Shang Qingdai in the future, but in the end, his bones were broken. Why did he keep them?
Of course, there is another reason, he wants to go to the hospital quickly...
Looking at Sun Desheng disappearing at the entrance of the park, Yang Mu thought to himself: "As expected, the power of a seventh-level ancient warrior is almost equivalent to that of a cultivator in the late physical realm.
Now that I have reached the pinnacle of the physical realm, my strength and physical strength can crush a seventh-grade ancient warrior. I just don’t know what will happen if I meet a so-called sixth-grade innate ancient warrior?
Another point is that he regards me as a seventh-grade ancient warrior with natural divine power and copper skin and iron bones. Most likely, it’s because he doesn’t even know that there are cultivators in this world!
Even if there are other cultivators in this world, ordinary ancient warriors cannot come into contact with them. In fact, maybe I and that mysterious master are the only two cultivators in this world?"
After a moment, he shook his head, "It's useless to think about these things. As long as I continue to grow, I will know one day, it's just a matter of time!
Now that we have reached the peak of the physical realm, we can go to the nursing home tomorrow to completely cure Grandpa Gu's illness."
Although the other members of the Gu family are not very lovable, Gu Hanshan is kind to him and repays every drop of kindness with a spring. This is one of his simple principles in life.
………
Merchant.
The room had no lights on and was dark.
Mr. Shang sat on the armchair and looked out the window at the lonely night. He didn't seem to feel bored at all, just like an old monk with pearls of wisdom.
Jingle bell——
The phone rings.
Mr. Shang answered the phone and said with a smile: "Brother Sun, I told you to take care of things. Don't worry, you can just go and rest on your own after the things are done. There is no need to call me to report."
On the other side of the phone, after a brief silence, Sun Desheng's voice came.
"That boy is a seventh-grade ancient warrior like me. There is nothing I can do about this matter."
Mr. Shang's expression briefly froze and he was silent for a few seconds: "In that case, forget it. In a few days, I hope you can take me to visit that ancient martial arts family again."
"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. I already understand that you can't have a relationship with them by relying on money. I have another way."
After a while, Mr. Shang hung up the phone and looked out the window at the deserted night, like a cunning old fox:
"They don't lack power and wealth, but as long as they are men, there is no one who doesn't like beautiful women, let alone my granddaughter, who is so beautiful.
If she can marry into the Baili family, it will be a great good thing for the merchant and herself. When I wait for a hundred years, the merchant's properties and Yun Wei and the others can still sit back and relax."
At the same time, Gu Anqi brought several friends to the door of Bi'an Bar.