On the mountainside, when Yang Yanping's sonorous and powerful words came out, Lin Hongyu's face immediately showed a strange look. Her eyes towards her husband also became more and more shining.

Yang Hongyi still had his hands behind his back and maintained his original standing posture. However, his already straight back became straighter. Yang Zhong, who had always had his back slightly hunched, after hearing Yang Yanping's words,

He straightened his back involuntarily. There was also a strange look on his face that had not appeared in many years.

Mu Tianhao's expression also changed. His expression became a little embarrassed and even more embarrassed.

Just as Mu Tianhao was about to speak, the young man in white shirt, who had never looked at anyone in the field, suddenly turned around, looked at Yang Yanping, and sneered: "A cripple, that's not a bad tone!"

The words of the young man in white shirt were not only harsh, but the tone contained in them was also extremely contemptuous. Not only that, his face no longer had the indifference it had before, but was full of disdain and provocation.

Before the young man in white shirt finished speaking, Yang Zhong, who had been staring at him closely, had already started.

But when Yang Zhong raised his hands at the same time, two iron galls flew out with black light, attacking the face and chest of the young man in white shirt respectively. The iron galls moved quickly, and when they passed through the air, they actually brought out

Whining wind.

Almost at the same time as the iron gall was released, Yang Zhong's body also moved. His legs suddenly exerted force, and his body, which had been tense, shot out like a sharp arrow on a full bow.

He came out and headed towards the young man in the white shirt. As his body shot out, Yang Zhong's hands had completely turned into an astonishing dark red. That was a sign that the power of the Iron Sand Palm had been raised to the extreme.

On Yang Zhong's dark red palms, his ten fingers glowed with wisps of metallic luster. That's because Yang Zhong has also raised the power of another martial arts to the extreme. This martial arts is called

Iron claw.

Iron gall, iron claws, and iron palms.

In an instant, the old butler of the Yang Mansion, who had not acted in public for nearly twenty years, put everything he had learned in his life to full use.

Da Chu pays equal attention to both civil and military arts, and there are countless martial arts practitioners. Although iron gallbladder, iron claw, and iron sand palm are somewhat partial, they are not very special martial arts.

However, there are not many people who can practice any of these three martial arts to the level of Yang Zhong. And no one in Da Chu has heard of anyone who can practice all three types of martial arts to the level of Yang Zhong.

The second person.

At this moment, Yang Zhong was no longer the amiable old butler in the eyes of everyone in the Yang family.

Yang Zhong at this moment is a fierce tiger.

A tiger attacking with all its might.

The tiger attacks and kills with one blow. And this is what Yang Zhong wants to do.

"Sword coming!" The moment Yang Zhong pounced, Lin Hongyu stepped forward, blocked in front of Yang Yanping, and shouted sternly. She stared closely at the young man in white shirt, with murderous intent in her eyes.

Yang Hongyi also turned around. He just turned around and made no other movements. His hands were still behind his back. He did not look at the young man in white shirt.

Yang Hongyi's eyes still fell on Mu Tianhao.

Yang Hongyi's eyes were still calm.

However, Mu Tianhao only looked into Yang Hongyi's eyes for a moment, and then he felt as if his eyes were touched by needles.

"Stop!" Mu Tianhao quickly looked away, looking at Yang Zhong who was charging like a tiger, and shouted loudly.

"Chen'er, stop!" After shouting once, Mu Tianhao shouted a second time.

At this time, in front of the young man in white shirt, Tie Dan was approaching.

A sneer appeared at the corner of the young man in white shirt's mouth again. At the same time, a glint of pride that his trick had succeeded flashed through his eyes. On his face, there was the cruelty and joy of a hunter watching his prey run headlong into a trap.

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Seeing the two iron balls approaching, the young man in white shirt did not dodge or move, and he did not even move his steps. He just raised the hands that he had been carrying on his back, and used his left and right hands to meet the attacks towards his chest and face respectively.

of iron courage.

The movements of the young man in white shirt looked extremely light and casual. He looked like he was not nervous or hasty when faced with the attack of two deadly iron gallbladders. He looked like he was about to reach out and brush away two pieces of wind.

Falling dead leaves, or even just a few specks of dust.

However, with this extremely light and casual stretch of his hand, the young man in white shirt's hands met the two iron galls that flew towards him with a terrifying whine at the same time with great precision. Moreover, the young man in white shirt not only used his hands to

After catching the two iron galls, he also held the two iron galls lightly and deftly in his hands.

Then, the young man in white shirt gently shook his hands at the same time. In his hands, the two iron galls instantly turned into two discus.

Behind the iron galls, Yang Zhong attacked the young man in white shirt with all his strength while locking his eyes tightly on every move of the young man in white shirt. How the young man in white shirt dealt with the two iron galls and how Yang Zhong would attack them next

Fatal combos are important.

Seeing the young man in white shirt taking the two iron galls so easily, Yang Zhong's pupils shrank.

Seeing the young man in white shirt turning the two iron galls into discus with a gentle squeeze, Yang Zhong's pupils shrank again.

However, Yang Zhong did not hesitate at all, nor did he flinch at all. On the contrary, Yang Zhong took another breath and attacked faster.

From the moment the young man in white shirt said those words, he became the person who must be killed in Yang Zhong's eyes.

The moment he first took action, the result Yang Zhong wanted was: the enemy dies, but I live!

When he saw that the young man in white shirt had defused his first killing move so easily, Yang Zhong wanted the result: the enemy dies and I am injured!

Seeing the young man in white shirt casually crushing two iron gallbladders into two discus discs, Yang Zhong wanted the result: I will die and the enemy will die!

In just a short moment, Yang Zhong had made three different predictions about the outcome of this attack. However, there was one outcome that remained unchanged.

That is: the enemy is dead!

The enemy must die!

The young man in white shirt opened his palm gently, and two iron gallbladders that had been shaped into discus fell from his hand and hit the ground that was frozen hard, making two dull popping sounds.

When the popping sound was heard, Yang Zhong had already rushed less than three steps in front of the young man in white shirt. In the next moment, Yang Zhong's palms would hit the young man in white shirt hard.

After discarding the two iron bladders, the young man in white shirt put down his hands, but still did not move. At such a critical moment of life and death, his leisurely look even seemed a bit frivolous.

Perhaps the morning breeze was too strong and made the mouth and lips dry, so the young man in white shirt gently licked the corners of his lips.

However, the way he licked the corners of his lips was clearly like a cat that had been hungry for several days and was watching a fat mouse pounce towards him.

At this moment, Mu Tianhao's shout rang out.

When the first sound rang, Yang Zhong and the young man in white shirt ignored it. In other words, they were not affected in any way by it.

For Yang Zhong, Mu Tianhao's shout was worse than shit. But the young man in white shirt was standing still.

Immediately, Mu Tianhao shouted a second time.

When the second sound sounded, Yang Zhong's palms had already hit the left and right chests of the young man in white shirt at the same time.

Both palms struck at the same time, but only one sound was made. And this sound was almost exactly the same as the sound of the two discus hitting the ground.

Yang Zhong's palms hit his chest hard at the same time, but the body of the young man in white shirt did not even sway. He looked at Yang Zhong with a playful look in his eyes. Then, the young man in white shirt raised his hand again

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The young man in the white shirt formed a sword finger with his left hand and gently slashed towards Yang Zhong's left and right wrists. His right hand, with the palm like a knife, slashed towards Yang Zhong's neck.

The young man in white shirt is very clear about Yang Zhong's thoughts. Since the other party has decided to sacrifice his life, he will naturally be happy to fulfill it. However, the young man in white shirt will not give him the unchanged result that Yang Zhong wants.

The young man in white shirt knew that he would not die. Not only would he not die, he would not even lose a single hair on his head.

When the sword finger of the young man in white shirt's left hand had touched Yang Zhong's right wrist, and the sword in his right hand was no more than an inch away from Yang Zhong's neck, Mu Tianhao's second cry reached his ears.

The young man in white shirt hesitated for a moment because Mu Tianhao was calling his name.

Mu Xingchen. This is the name of the young man in white shirt.

Xingchen. This name couldn’t be more appropriate for the young man in white shirt.

As the most noble royal bloodline of the Sirius Dynasty, Mu Xingchen was destined to be another star in the Sirius Dynasty as soon as he was born.

He was born with a first-class baron, a title that most people in the Tianlang Dynasty could not obtain in their entire lives. Mu Tianhao was the proudest youngest son, and the most beloved grandson of the Tianlang Dynasty Empress Dowager.

It's Mu Xingchen.

However, Mu Xingchen was not just from a noble family. He was by no means the kind of playboy who came from a noble family but was ignorant and incompetent.

Sirius is good at martial arts. Since childhood, among all his peers in the Sirius royal family, when it comes to bravery, if Mu Xingchen is ranked second, absolutely no one else dares to be ranked first.

Sixteen years ago, there was civil strife in the Sirius royal family. The rebel army entered the palace and tried to kill off the main line of the Sirius royal family in the palace. The twelve-year-old Mu Xingchen visited his grandmother, the Empress Dowager, in the palace. It happened to be a meeting and he was not surprised at all.

Gathering the remaining guards, eunuchs, maids, slaves, etc. in the palace, they fought to the death and kept the rebel army out of the Queen Mother's palace. They held on until Mu Tianhao's trusted generals led their troops to wipe out the rebel army.

In that battle against the rebellion, the twelve-year-old Mu Xingchen displayed bravery, calmness, decisiveness and super commanding power. People are still talking about it in the Tianlang Dynasty to this day. Mu Xingchen was also praised for this.

Another dazzling star for Tianlang Dynasty.

Four years later, when Mu Xingchen turned sixteen, he accepted the assessment of Tianyan Sect, the largest immortal cultivating sect in the Sirius Dynasty. He was found to have the extremely rare dual spiritual root qualification, and he directly became an inner disciple of Tianyan Sect and once again became glorious.

Sirius Dynasty.

From then on, Mu Xingchen spent most of his time in the Tianyan Sect, and was directly guided in his practice by two real people at the pinnacle of foundation building, and all kinds of practice resources were given priority.
Chapter completed!