Yang Meng also has to show his real skills to deal with the best swordsman in the Yang family. It is not difficult to kill them, but it is a bit difficult to knock them down without hurting them. In order to control his own strength, Yang Meng first punched a few sets of fists and feet on his own and stretched his muscles.

Seeing that Mr. Yang San was exercising his muscles and bones, the knife hands also followed suit. Those who were doing boxing and those who were kicking their legs began to exercising their muscles and bones.

And this is what Yang Meng is willing to see. Who is not a fool to fight this? There is a reason why Yang Meng asked them to go in batches. This is like fighting a group fight. There are only a group courage. There are few people who come up first, and they will solve them neatly. Those behind will also be timid. With timidity, they can exert 60 or 70% of their strength.

People like leather swords and armor are not familiar with them. After wearing them, their movements are obviously not smooth. In addition, the weight of leather swords is light, and it is very good that they can exert half of their strength by reducing them.

What Yang Meng wants is to establish his authority, to be a wake-up call, not to train. Back then, the big drug lord in the Golden Triangle was a big deal without such skills!

However, the strength of these swordsmen also moved Yang Meng a little, and even his old man would not discover the potential of these people.

Zouma Gang! Zouma Gang! Just in the word Zou, these people have been crossing mountains and rivers all year round, and their kung fu is all on their legs. But when Yang Meng saw that there were not many people who really know how to fu in these swords.

The horse gang is not riding a horse, but leading a horse. In order to load more goods, these knife hands also have to carry some supplies on their backs. Dozens of or hundreds of miles of mountain roads a day are much better than any training.

Wei Tuozi has good skills and good knowledge, so why can he stay in Wuzhuang? Because he is a hunch, he can't carry things and walks along the mountain roads more difficult than normal people, so he can only stay in Wuzhuang as a thug.

As long as these people learn a few lethal leg techniques, their strength will be able to make a leap. The hands are all driven by legs to hit people with their hands, and the lethality of the legs is greater than that of the fist and foot.

After judging the strength of these people, Yang Meng felt that his control of his body had reached its peak, and his muscles and bones were alive. It was time to take action.

"Who goes first!"

A loud shout scared the clever swordsman, and the one who came out of the head also shrank his neck and shrank a little timidly.

This is exactly what Yang Meng wanted. He was such a soft egg who was afraid to beat before the battle. He held the bamboo tube with both hands and Yang Meng rushed forward.

This person can be said to be the recognized number one master in the horse gang. He was already a little nervous when he met Mr. Yang San. In addition, Yang Meng shouted loudly and was taken away from his courage.

Seeing Yang Meng pounce on him quickly, the number one master could only instinctively slash his sword, but the skin knife was swung up and before he could be cut down, Yang Meng's huge figure had already reached his arms, and the bamboo tube in his hand was pressed hard against his stomach.

The white rice I ate in the morning turned into an arrow in this person's mouth and shot it more than ten feet away. The unlucky number one master was also swept away by Yang Meng's fierce blow, and turned directly over Yang Meng's head and fell to the ground with a "bar" sound.

"Yo... I'm very sorry now."

Old Master Yang stroked his stomach and kept sighing that he could see clearly the round marks on the armor. If there was no copper plate, this piece of bamboo tube would have been inserted into his stomach.

"This third brother is too cruel. He even beats the food to others. It's a blessing to have an armor, otherwise this guy would be considered useless."

Although Yang Yong, the boss of the Yang family, did not do much, he had reached a certain level of time, whether it was means or eyesight. Yang Meng also saw it clearly.

"two!"

Yang Meng shouted again without paying attention to the nagging father and elder brother behind him.

The one who was lying on the ground was still trembling! These two good men were also scared by Yang Meng's fierceness. As soon as the sword was lifted halfway, they turned into dead dogs lying on the ground.

"Four!"

The same result was the same. Master Yang San was too cruel. He went up and vomited seven times and poured seven times. The positions he was beaten were the same, all in his stomach.

"Bao! That's all you can do? I'll waste the bamboo tube I picked up, and I can deal with you empty-handed!"

After losing the two bamboo tubes in his hand, Yang Meng was about to play with empty hands and get into the sword.

Yang Meng said this with a purpose. It is difficult to escape by playing with a knife alone. Although those skin knives have no lethality, they replace real knives. Yang Meng is not a slaughter, and he will die if he gets a knife. He can't play with this rogue, but it's different to play with fists and feet.

Seeing Yang Meng throwing the bamboo tube, the eight people who followed him also lost the leather knife in his hand. The third master didn't care about the guy anymore, so what's wrong with them?

Playing with fists and feet is even worse, and they fell to the ground one after another. Yang Meng is no better than these swordsmen. He has been practicing boxing since he was a child, first with internal martial arts and then with Bajiquan. More than ten years of hard practice are not for nothing. In addition to the methods learned when he was a mercenary, these swordsmen want to play fists and feet with him, but they are not on the same level at all.

"Have you seen something?"

Yang Shiqin is a general idea of ​​his third brother's skills. He is not watching the movements, but the third brother's scheming. If the Yang family wants to prosper, it will not be possible to rely on the third brother alone. Even if he is covered in iron, how many nails can he make?

Brothers work together to cut off gold. The boss’s eyesight is a little shallow now, and he is afraid that he will drag the third brother down.

"The third brother is amazing, I'm no match!"

Yang Yong was convinced, and he was also practicing the outer sect of the Yangzu. The third brother fought like a tiger going down the hill, but when he fought like an old cow lifting his hooves, his kung fu that he had been practicing hard since childhood was considered useless against the third brother.

"Just see these?"

Yang Shiqin blew his beard, suppressed his anger, and asked patiently.

"Dad, are you hiding your own personal relationship? Why is the third brother so domineering in the outer sect?"

Yang Yong, who was watching the fun, obviously didn't notice the old man's gloomy face.

"Well! I'm hiding my own privately! I've been 1,095 days in three years, and I've been shaking for 600 days. I've been shaking my muscles and bones, and I've made a thunder sound from the tiger and leopard. I've just hidden these things at the bottom of the box without hiding anything else."

The Daibawang back then fought for Baji for three whole years and was injured for many times. Yang Shiqin couldn't remember how many times he beat him until he cried bitterly. This is where Yang Meng's fist and kick came from.

Yang Yong asked this, obviously adding fuel to the fire. He was dissatisfied with the boss's later consciousness, and Yang Shiqin's tone became even colder.

"Dad! Am I busy making money?"

Yang Yong just watched the fun and was obsessed with the old man's taboos. Hearing the old man's cold words, the boss Yang also shrank his neck and said with a breath.

"Bastard! As the boss, he is actually jealous of his brother, what are you doing? What I want you to see is the third brother's scheming. These more than a hundred people can be beaten into scrap iron even if they are good steel. If the third brother dares to fight a hundred people alone, you don't see the paths inside?"

Yang Shiqin, with a clear face, also showed his banditry in a hurry. This boss Shoucheng was a good player, and he lost his aura when he started a business. Although the Yang family now looks strong, they are afraid of the stupid officials of the court!

Once someone takes a fancy to the Yang family, he really doesn't care and just plays hard, the Yang family is nothing! Besides, the chaos in Yunnan has already appeared. As a big merchant, he doesn't know it. This is the way to die!

"Well……"

After Yang Shiqin said this, Yang Yong also understood. It was not that he couldn't figure it out, but that he just couldn't figure it out.

"It's not completely abandoned yet! I've followed the third brother these days. Look at the master's methods. This third brother who has been enlightened is not a good person. If you want to be a good person, it will only drag the third brother down. Besides, in this world, you can kill and set fire to a golden belt, repair bridges and roads without corpses. You would rather be a butcher who kills people and is not a dead bone in the wilderness!"

Yang Shiqin was really not very clean when he started his business, so he always had a sense of vigilance. His boss's scheming is OK, but he just didn't put his heart into it!

"knew."

The old man is now angry. Yang Yong just can't see the situation clearly, and he will not talk back to the old man at this time.

This time, the horse racing gang also touched Yang Yong a lot. He just didn't want to think about some things and was reluctant to do them. Now that the old man and the third brother did it, what can he do?

To report his father and brother, Yang Yong couldn't do it, so he could only wave the flags and shout for the two of them, and do what he should do.

At this time, there were just sixteen swordsmen on Yang Meng. These swordsmen had no experience in fighting in groups. They didn't even have to say that they were reluctant to cooperate.

Two or three pounced up, and there was nothing else except delivering food. After knocking down these sixteen, there were more than sixty left. Yang Meng simply played with the big ones.

"Look at you! How many lying on the ground? Come on... Let's go together, let's see the third master's methods!"

Although most of these sword hands have been bloody, Yang Meng is the third master of the Yang family and cannot fight with him. Moreover, Yang San Master has a strong foundation. Those who go up are all good players, and the rest of them are all timid.

"superior."

Finally, a leader came out, and a group of people rushed up. Yang Meng was not afraid at all and rushed in with his fists and feet.

These knife hands were a little aggressive, and they were getting less and less likely to attack. After killing more than a dozen or twenty, Yang Meng was a little dissatisfied. Fortunately, these knife hands still had some limits, otherwise Yang Meng's face would have been exhausted.

Yang Meng was also wearing armor, and was fisted and kicked. Not only did he not weaken, but he became more and more braver as he fought.

Like the swordsmen, Yang Meng only attacked the armor, and he did not dare to hit other places. With his own strength, if he hit other places, there would be deaths and injuries.

The good guys around him fell one by one, but the remaining swordsmen became more and more frightened as they beat. They were wearing armor, and their old brothers fell down all of a sudden.

But Mr. Yang was so lucky. He had suffered at least a hundred blows, but he was still alive and did not see any retreat.

"Look at the third brother! You have to fight when you are alive, and you will never stop until you die. It will be a pleasure to live like that. Boss, you are lacking some killing power!"

The swordsman under the boss's hands are completely defeated and have lost both courage and lack of training.

Yang Meng's expression became more and more excited as he beats, but Yang Shiqin was relieved. Now that the Yang family has a third brother, they will not lose. As for the future, that will be the affairs of the three brothers. When they are worried, they have been lying in the coffin for many years.

Isn't it unhappy to have that boring leisure now? I just waited for the three brothers to have a look and feel at ease, and I would be a rich man and never participate in fighting and killing again, so as to accumulate some good deeds for my younger generations.

Yang Meng, who was in a strong voice, broke up the last few sword hands. The battle was so happy that he could have completely figured out his bottom line. If he really played with his life, there were no problem with such sword hands. No matter how many, no one would have to stop.

Mr. Yang's power also shocked everyone onlookers, including the five hundred swordsman in Wuzhuang, the swordsman under Yang Meng, and the Yiliangzhuang farmers and tenants who came to work. Yang Meng became a god at the last moment, fighting against a hundred gods. The farmers and tenants in the village saw it really, those who fought with the third grandfather of the Yang family were still lying on the ground!
Chapter completed!