Iron pots and other things are available in Kunming, but the mixer stumped him. What he made was mixed drugs, and there was no gas mask for manual mixing. All his workers turned into addicts. The sealed mixer became a problem that Yang Meng wanted to solve.

I found many craftsmen but couldn't solve this problem. In the end, it was the copper smith that Yang Meng recruited a few days ago, which solved the problem. The pure copper mixer was turned with livestock. In order to develop a mixer with the craftsmen, it took Yang Meng more than ten days.

The guys and the auxiliary materials for drug production in the local law are basically prepared. Now the only thing that is lacking is opium. Yang Meng is very sure of his skills. The first time he was preparing to get a 180-pound conch snail.

Such output requires a lot of opium, at least three to four thousand kilograms. If you buy it at the market price, you will have to spend 10,000 or 20,000 silver. Almost all my current personnel are from me.

The financial power is also all in the hands of Ding Baojun. I was afraid that my father would not be able to argue. Building his own team to go out for armed robbery became Yang Meng’s problem.

One is wasting money for opium, and the other is cheaper for drug dealers. This industry is the fastest way to make a fortune in a non-sourcing business. If you can buy a few big investors, you can get rid of Ding Baojun, the big manager of the Yang family. In that way, you will lose some shackles when doing things yourself.

After more than ten days of busyness, Yang Meng's injury on the back of his head was completely healed. Because of this injury, Yang Meng had never tried his skills. It is said that the third master of the Yang family is strong, but Yang Meng didn't know it.

That night, Yang Meng almost crushed his palms by his father Yang Shiqin. Yang Meng still remembers it clearly! Although he also has two boxing techniques in his mind, Yang Meng himself can't explain clearly how strong his actual combat ability has reached.

After playing Yang Zunei's family boxing, Yang Meng felt that the boxing technique was too soft and had no lethality. This boxing technique is good for strengthening the body, and the actual lethality is much smaller.

But Yang Zu's outer sect made Yang Meng fall in love with him all of a sudden. He was close to his body and was fierce and domineering. He was really Bajiquan. Although Yang Meng had never practiced Bajiquan in his previous life, he had seen his posture. A set of Bajiquan, all the big moves were in Yang Meng's heart, and he was ripe.

The outer sect of Yangzu cooperated with his fighting skills, and his lethality was extraordinary. As long as he got a little familiar with it, he would be a master.

"Star Dou, Yang Zu injured his knees and bones. You should practice boxing in moderation. If you have time, you should beat Yang Zu's Neijia more! That's the authentic Wudang master. Will nourish the body or internal martial arts be better. If you have the injury, don't be too impatient when practicing martial arts."

After just a few trips to Yang Zu's outer sect, Yang Shiqin's voice rang in his ears.

"Dad is here, you can also punch and kick. How about our two men practicing?"

As soon as he saw that his father was a master, Yang Meng was also a little itchy and he had to practice with his father a few times.

"Nothing!"

Yang Shiqin's face changed, he turned around and left, leaving Ding Baojun alone, and laughed strangely on the side.

"Uncle Ding, what did I say wrong? Why did this old man react so much?"

In the past ten days, Yang Meng has recognized the Yang family from the bottom of his heart, his father, and he has spoken much more casually.

"This matter...haha... Although the third master's fist and foot cultivation is not the top of the Yang family, its power is the top. Two years ago! The old man wanted to take the exam, but he was accidentally kicked off his calf by the third master. He had been cared for more than half a year. If the old man had not had a strong foundation, he would have been abandoned that time. Since that time, the old man ordered the Yang family's knife hand to compete with the third master. Think about it! The old man was so injured that others would be killed if they were not careful!

Our brothers have been so many years, and the old man was so seriously injured for the first time. I couldn't help it when he saw the old man squatting on the bed. You are just slapping in the face! Can the old man have a good face? The third master's fists and feet are all in the mountains and forests, and he has been tempered by himself. It's better not to practice with people easily. If you are not careful, you will be dead!"

After Ding Baojun said that, he left with a tilted mouth, leaving behind the helpless Yang Meng. The father was the same. Judging from his strength and agility, if he had not been prepared at the time, he would not have been broken. In addition to feeling funny, Yang Meng was also slightly moved.

With this notorious reputation in the Yang family, I am afraid that most people will not be able to practice with them. They can only get familiar with them slowly and regain their feelings as a mercenary back little by little. Yang Meng's spirit is also slowly changing.

A few days ago, Yang Meng's face was a little childish. She looked like she was not as good as an adult, but Yang Meng's temperament changed a lot after regaining her feelings. Her half-closed eyes flashed from time to time.

After fighting for a whole morning in his yard, Yang Meng regained the feeling of beating a tiger man back then. Until today, he has truly mastered this new body.

Slowly feeling the abundant power of his body, Yang Meng was a little intoxicated. This was not something he had done in the gym. This was something he had done when Yang Meng practiced boxing, drilling mountains and hunting. Although the muscles in his waist and abdomen were not perfect, the lethality of this body was definitely huge.

According to his current body, Yang Meng felt that he would definitely get a good ranking when he played underground boxing competitions, and it would be a good thing to play the champion.

Yang Meng used to think that Chinese traditional kung fu was just that. Now that he felt his new body, it would be different. The coordination of the body, the reaction speed, is absolutely first-class, and with powerful power, this is simply a killing machine.

It turns out that Yang Meng was a fool, and he could practice to this level. Isn’t the Yang family’s swordsman a special forces soldier in the era of cold weapons?

If I had such a team under my command, in the Qing Dynasty without advanced guns, it would be a lateral existence. Yunnan was full of mountains. As long as I was trained well, the imperial army would be nothing. I could kill them with swords, bows and arrows.

The excited Yang Meng hurriedly had lunch and gathered his team. Ma Qinghu, Cen Yuying, Jiang Shuxian, Thirty Knife Hands, and twenty Knife Hands in Xishan to guard the cave. More than fifty people were enough to do something big on their own.

These sword hands have poor physiques. Compared with themselves, they are just monkeys, but their energy is not bad. They also need to touch their foundation and arrange their hands when they act.

"You guys let me see the practice, and they all show their true skills."

Yang Meng gave the order, and the Thirty-slasher hands did not hesitate. They each found their opponents and started to catch the opponent.

The result disappointed Yang Meng. These are good foundations, but they are far inferior to him. Although they are playing with fists, but they have a good attitude, but they don’t have much real skills.

"Ma Qinghu, go up and try it."

Ma Qinghu's 18 cubits of Huihui have good lethality, but when he fights with the knife hand, he is also unsatisfactory. Although they all attack the vital points of their chest, abdomen and head, their speed is too slow and their killing efficiency is too low.

"You, you, you, come and practice with me!"

It seems that these people need to train well. Such skills are good at fighting in groups, but it is far from killing people.

Several swordsmen named by Yang Meng stood there motionlessly. What a joke? If you practice with the third master of the Yang family, you are looking for death!

"What are you doing in a hurry? Let's be quicker and slower like a woman."

Seeing those sword hands indifferent, Yang Meng was also angry. Is it difficult for him to speak?

"San Master, you have heavy hands! Let me spare my brothers! The old man can't even take your fists and feet. These cubs can only die if they go up."

Wei Tuozi, the leader of Yang Meng's knife, spoke. This Wei Tuozi was one of the few good players in the Yang family, and was specially arranged for Yang Meng by Ding Baojun.

It turned out that this is the reason, and Yang Meng knew it. These swordsmen were just a little fierce. After practicing some fists, they were hired by the Yang family after a few tricks. To be honest, these people are still far from being alone.

"Wei Tuozi, let's try it out, don't worry! I have a clear idea. How about we just use false moves and not exert force?"

When Wei Tuozi heard this, he looked disgusted. When he walked to Yang Meng, his heart was irritated and he never stopped for a moment. He was also a mean person. He just wanted to look for Master Ding directly, and he would talk to Master Ding. Isn’t this asking for death?

"The Third Master must show mercy!"

Wei Tuozi is different from those hired knives. He took over the fat land given by the Yang family, which is half of the Yang family. In the eyes of the old man, this Yang Sanjun is just a treasure. He can't compete with the Third Master at all. Even if he is beaten to death, his family, Mr. Yang Fo, will definitely take good care of him.

"It's a false trick, you're afraid of nothing!"

Yang Meng slowly stretched out his hand and patted Wei Tuozi a few times. Then Wei Tuozi started to gesture with Yang Meng in fear.

"kill!"

As soon as the two met, Yang Meng was stinging his throat. Wei Tuozi was so scared that he trembled all over. Looking at the fist that was pressed against his neck, Old Wei, who had been playing with a knife for more than ten years, almost hugged Huo. If the Third Master hadn't touched his chin with his fist, he would have peed in his pants.

"Come again!"

Yang Meng didn't say much. When Wei Tuozi recovered, they started practicing again.

"kill!"

The same is true. The punch Wei Tuozi was locked by Yang Meng, and he hit the temple with an elbow.

The two of them practiced their fists and legs for dozens of times. Wei Tuozi was like a puppet and could not make a decent counterattack at all. Seeing that Yang Meng was really not working, Wei Tuozi wanted to regain some face and slowly let go of his movements.

Yang Meng didn't know what kind of fist Wei Tuozi was. Anyway, it was all flaws. His own fighting skills were also the most commonly used in special forces. As an ordinary mercenary in Southeast Asia, he could not learn any better fighting skills.

But such practical skills also made Wei Tuozi sweat in a cold sweat. The Third Master was not exerting his strength. Once he added some strength, he would either die or be disabled. It seems that the third Master from his family could make the name of a tyrant in Yunnan, and the skills under his command were the biggest reason.

"Brother, the third master's method is not simple! It's all killer moves. I thought my fists would be good, but when it comes to the third master, I will die without life!"

Ding Baojun accompanied Yang Shiqin, stood in the corner, commented on Yang Meng's methods. Wei Tuozi and Yang Meng were fighting each other. The news was immediately spread to Ding Baojun. Because he was afraid that something would happen, Ding Baojun came to Yang Shiqin. The two stood beside him and witnessed Yang Meng's methods throughout the process.

"How can this kid learn such a tough trick? Baojun, you have to watch the third brother in the future. Don't let him do it easily. His brute force, coupled with these killing moves, will kill people. Look at those moves that lock people, attack the enemy's weaknesses, and suddenly kill them. If I face this kid, it will be a dead end if I don't do it well."

Yang Shiqin was not surprised by Yang Meng's methods. Fist and kicks rely on understanding. A high foundation does not mean that his strength is also high. This is what he said about fist and young people.
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