This is a 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 all beaten up by Yan Mu. The rest did not care about their face, and two people came up at once, and they were beaten very badly.

Tragically, three more and four more came, and they all came off the stage in embarrassment.

Yan Mu sneered, in the military, Kung Fu is trained mainly to strengthen the body. In order for everyone to learn it, naturally it will not be advanced. And these children from aristocratic families cannot endure hardship, and their basic skills are rarely practiced, let alone three or four.

Even those who come up to him are no match for him.

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

"Leng Qingming, come on!" Han Zhao said.

With this sound, a tall man walked out from behind him. This man had firm features and rolled up his sleeves to reveal strong arms. He walked onto the ring silently, glanced at Yan Mu, and then raised his fist and hit him.

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Yan Mu tentatively caught the circle, not expecting this man to be so strong, so he was knocked back several steps.

"Good! Good fight!"

"As expected of our brother Leng, look at how arrogant he is!"

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

There was a commotion below, everyone was happy and excited when they saw that Yan Mu failed in this move.

Yan Mu was not affected, and after steadying himself, he picked up a soft sword from the weapon rack. This man was a martial artist, and he practiced hard skills with fists and kicks, so if he continued to use bare hands, he would definitely suffer losses, and this soft sword

The sword may be able to overcome strength with softness.

Leng Qingming didn't seem to pay him any attention at all. Seeing that he had taken the weapon, he just sneered and continued to punch down with force.

The corner of Yan Mu's mouth curled up. When he hit him, he turned around. At the same time, the soft sword in his hand flashed and scratched Leng Qingming's arm. Without even looking at it, he flew up with a kick that was extremely powerful.

, and slashed at Yan Mu's knee joint.

Everyone below held their breath, obviously knowing how much damage Leng Qingming's kick could cause, but Yan Mu was faster and managed to avoid this kick.

Although he escaped, he was really embarrassed and staggered back.

Yan Mu squinted his eyes, he finally understood why Han Zhao let this Leng Qingming enter the ring. This is a real master, and he is calm in the face of danger, more like he has been trained on the battlefield.

He took a deep breath and calmed his mind. At this time, Leng Qingming rushed over again. His eyes were fixed and he rushed towards him. When the two were about to meet, he turned over and jumped up.

After arriving behind Leng Qingming, the soft sword cut across a semicircle in the air, and in the next instant, it flew towards Leng Qingming's lower back.

Leng Qingming was already on guard and turned around to hide. However, Yan Mu anticipated his reaction and the sword actually moved with him, scratching his waist. The bright red blood immediately stained his clothes.

Seeing this scene, the people below gasped.

Leng Qingming then looked at Yan Mu, took a deep look at him, then walked to the weapon rack and picked up a long spear. He was a strong martial artist, so he also used this strong weapon.

Long spear vs. soft sword, each has its own advantages, but it depends on how the two people use it.

Next, the two people fired hundreds of moves. Leng Qingming kept attacking, but did not hurt Yan Mu at all. He was not in a hurry, and his moves were still steady, hard, and fast. He could see that Yan Mu had already

Some of them are exhausted.

After hundreds of rounds, Yan Mu was already a little sloppy in his moves. Leng Qingming saw this opportunity, feinted a few times, raised his spear and stabbed him in the chest.

But at this critical moment, the head of the gun broke. Before he could be surprised, the next moment the soft sword flashed by, and he secretly thought, "Oh no!" The soft sword scratched his neck.

The entire training ground fell silent, as if everyone's breathing had stopped.

They saw this scene clearly. The gleaming sword blade slashed across Leng Qingming's neck, and the blood fell drop by drop to the ground. It was so red that it sent chills down the spine.

This Leng Qingming is the son of the head coach!

Yan Mu took a few steps back, tilted his head and smiled: "Do you still want to fight?"

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

Leng Qingming touched his neck and looked at the blood on his hand. He knew that Yan Mu could have killed him just now, but he didn't, and he used just the right amount of force to see blood, but not to cut the artery.

As for why the spear head broke, now that I think about it carefully, it is clear that Yan Mu used the soft sword in his hand to chop it from time to time, from shallow to deep, and finally broke it off.

This man is so terrifying. In the midst of a life-and-death battle, he can still move at his own pace without panic, and he can do hundreds of moves without revealing any flaws. This must have a strong heart, enough resourcefulness, and no fear.

The courage to die.

Leng Qingming raised his hands and cupped his fists, saying: "I lost, and I am convinced that I lost!"

After Leng Qingming went down, no one came up.

Yan Mu finally looked at Han Zhao, and Han Zhao also looked at him, including a group of his companions behind him who had been beaten with bruises and swollen faces.

"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 down the ring with a smile. He guessed that Han Zhao would not come on stage. First, the two had fought before, and he was injured and his leg was still lame. He could not beat him. Second, the Han family was defeated by the emperor.

Staring at him, he was going to hurt him. It was inevitable that the emperor would suspect that Han Zhao was taking revenge on him because of the Yuzhou case of empty pay, and then he thought of the fire unicorn.

For the rest of the day, no one bothered him again.

Returning to the eldest princess's mansion, Liu Yunxiang saw that Yan Mu was not injured, and his tense heart finally relaxed.

However, at night, the eldest princess's mansion became lively. The parents of the students who were beaten by Yan Mu came to the door one after another, asking for an explanation for their precious sons.

The beggar entered the courtyard and said, "Everyone has a bruised nose and swollen face. Just now, the wife of the Minister of Punishment recognized her son by mistake, so she beat her so hard that even her parents couldn't recognize her. Five or six families came in at once, and there was a quarrel in the front yard."

Yeah, how many people did you beat?"

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

The corner of the beggar's mouth twitched, "Isn't this much?"

"Don't forget, there are three thousand students in Jiaowu Hall."

"Don't be too arrogant, otherwise you will be trampled to pieces by each of these three thousand students."

Liu Yunxiang sat next to Yan Mu, watching Yan Mu smile heartily, and she laughed too. This is Yan Mu, who is arrogant, playing with people's hearts and playing with the world.

"But you have to clean up this mess, otherwise if it gets too big, you will also suffer losses." Liu Yunxiang was a little worried again.

Yan Mu raised his chin at her and said, "This is the eldest princess's mansion. If anything happens, the eldest princess will naturally take care of it."

Liu Yunxiang's thoughts turned around, "You're not deliberately causing all this trouble for her, are you?"
Chapter completed!