Chaos on the temples: You can't escape if you provoke treacherous ministers

Chapter 393
This is a martial arts hall, everyone is arrogant, and it is impossible to form a group.Two more came up one after another, and they were all beaten up by Yan Mu, and the rest didn't care about face, two came up at once, and they were still beaten badly, three more, four more, and they all stepped down in embarrassment.

Yan Mu sneered, Kung Fu practiced in the army is mainly for physical fitness, so that everyone can learn it, so naturally it will not be advanced.And these children from aristocratic families can't bear hardships, and their basic skills are incomplete, let alone three or four, they are no match for him when they come up to them.

At this moment, Han Zhao stood in front, and he looked at him with his arms around his shoulders, his eyes were sharp and cold.

"Leng Qingming, you go!" Han Zhao said.

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

Yan Mu tentatively caught the lap, but he didn't expect this man to be so strong, and he was thrown back a few steps.

"Good! Well played!"

"As expected of our Brother Leng, how dare he be arrogant!"

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

There was a booing from below, seeing that Yan Mu's move failed, they all rejoiced.

Yan Mu was not affected, and after stabilizing his body, he picked up a soft sword from the weapon rack.This man is a trainer, and he has practiced hard fists and feet, so if he continues to use his bare hands, he will definitely suffer a disadvantage, and this soft sword may be able to use softness to overcome rigidity.

Leng Qingming didn't seem to take him seriously at all. When he saw that he was holding a weapon, he just snorted and continued to punch down violently.

The corner of Yan Mu's mouth curled up, and when he hit him, he turned around, and at the same time, the soft sword in his hand flashed, scratching Leng Qingming's arm.He didn't even look at it, he kicked up and struck Yan Mu's knee joint with tremendous force.

The people below all held their breath, obviously knowing how much damage Leng Qingming's kick could cause, but they didn't want Yan Mu to be faster and dodge the kick.

Although he escaped, he was really embarrassed and took a step back.

Yan Mu squinted his eyes, he understood why Han Zhao let Leng Qingming enter the ring, this is a real master, and he is not chaotic in the face of danger, more like he has experienced on the battlefield.

He took a deep breath and stabilized his mind. At this time, that Leng Qingming rushed over again, his eyes were fixed, and he also rushed towards him. When the two were about to meet together, he turned over and jumped up. Behind Leng Qingming, the soft sword crossed a semicircle in the air, and the next moment it suddenly moved towards Leng Qingming's back.

Leng Qingming had been on guard for a long time, turned around and dodged, but Yan Mu expected his reaction, and the sword moved with him, scratching his waist, and the bright red blood immediately stained his clothes.

Seeing this scene, the people below gasped.

It was only then that Leng Qingming looked at Yan Mu, took a deep look at him, then walked to the weapon rack, and picked up a spear.He is a tough weapon, so he also uses this tough weapon.

Long spears and soft swords each have their own advantages, but it depends on how the two play.

Next, the two of them played hundreds of moves, Leng Qingming kept attacking, but Yan Mu wasn't hurt at all.He was not in a hurry, his moves were steady, ruthless, and quick, and he could see that Yan Mu was a little exhausted.

After another hundred rounds, Yan Mu's move was a bit muddy, Leng Qingming saw the timing, and after a few feints, he raised his spear and stabbed him in the chest.

But at this critical moment, the tip of the gun broke off, before he could be surprised, the next moment a soft sword flashed, and he secretly said "Oops, the soft sword cut across his neck."

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

They saw this scene clearly, the coldly glowing sword blade cut across Leng Qingming's neck, and the blood dripped down to the ground, the redness made one's spine chill.

This Leng Qingming is the son of the chief coach!

Yan Mu took a few steps back, tilted his head and smiled, "Are you still fighting?"

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Leng Qingming moved, and they were relieved to see that he was at least still alive.

Leng Qingming stroked his neck, looked at the blood on his hand, he knew that Yan Mu could have killed him just now, but he didn't, and the strength was just right, blood could be seen, but it wouldn't cut an artery.

As for why the tip of the spear broke, thinking about it now, it was clear that Yan Mu used the soft sword in his hand to slash from time to time when the two of them were fighting, from shallow to deep, and finally broke.

This person is too scary. In the battle of life and death, he can still walk according to his own rhythm without panic, without showing any flaws in hundreds of moves. This must have a strong heart, enough resourcefulness, and not afraid The courage to die.

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

After the desolation went down, no one came up again.

Yan Mu finally looked at Han Zhao, and Han Zhao also looked at him, including a group of companions behind him whose noses were bruised and faces swollen.

"Han Zhao, you are the only one left." Yan Mu raised his eyebrows.

Han Zhao squinted his eyes, then snorted coldly: "I am too lazy to argue with a dog!"

After speaking, he turned and left the training ground.

Yan Mu walked off the ring with a smile, he guessed that Han Zhao would not be on stage.One is that the two fought before, he was injured and his leg was still limping, and he couldn't beat him.The second is that the Han family was being watched by the emperor, and 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 emptiness case, and then he thought of the fire unicorn.

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

Back at the princess mansion, Liu Yunxiang finally relaxed his tense heart when he saw that Yan Mu was not injured.

However, at night, the Princess's Mansion was very lively. The parents of those students who were beaten by Yan Mu came to their door one after another, wanting to ask for an explanation for their precious son.

The beggar entered the courtyard, and said, "Everyone has a bruised nose and a swollen face. Just now, the wife of the minister of the Ministry of Punishment recognized her son by mistake. That's why they beat her parents so hard that they couldn't recognize her. Five or six families have come here in a short time, and the front yard has fallen out." Now, 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 that much?"

"Don't forget, there are three thousand students in the martial arts hall."

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

Liu Yunxiang sat beside Yan Mu, seeing Yan Mu laughing heartily, she laughed too.This is Yan Mu, arrogant, playing with people's hearts and playing with the world.

"But this mess has to be settled, otherwise you will suffer if it becomes a big mess." Liu Yunxiang was a little worried again.

Yan Mu raised his chin at her, "This is the eldest princess' mansion, if there is any problem, the eldest princess will take care of it."

Liu Yunxiang changed his mind, "You don't mean to make trouble for her on purpose, do you?"

Yan Mu snorted, "She won't make it easy for me, so naturally I won't make it easy for her either."

(End of this chapter)