Billion-fold return: With your hands in your pockets, there is no rival!

Su Changge smiled and took the Fang Huaji casually, but something unexpected happened to him. As soon as his palm touched the opponent's Fang Huaji, he couldn't bear it. The Fang Huaji actually fell directly on Lin's face. His hand was as if he hadn't caught it.

With a clang, the Fang Huaji fell heavily to the ground, and sparks flew.

Su Changge frowned slightly. He didn't expect that his strength in this life was too poor. He was so weak that he couldn't even pick up a Fang Huaji. He was really drunk.

Yang Long saw this scene. He didn't say anything, but he still had some concerns in his heart. He didn't expect that this master couldn't even take down this Fang Huaji.

But it's understandable. This Fang Huaji weighs more than 800 pounds. This master may have all his unique skills in other light weapons. It's reasonable that he can't pick it up.

Thinking of this, Yang Long didn't say much.

Su Changge went to the side and took a big knife, holding it in his hand. The big knife was not heavy, only about 10 to 20 pounds, and it was carved with various patterns, which was magnificent.

Su Changge was about to split the wood next to him with a knife, but at this moment, for some reason, a big quarrel suddenly broke out outside the Yang family's door, as if someone was arguing.

Then the housekeeper came in and reported: "Master, master, it's bad, several people outside broke in, they want to be your master, but those people want to eat alone, so they started fighting."

Yang Long immediately understood that these people were fighting for the opportunity to enter the Yang family, but this was always a good thing. He smiled lightly, didn't look at Su Changge first, and went outside to greet him.

About an incense stick of time, he saw several people in front of him. These people were all old men in black robes, each of them had a gray beard and gray hair, and the whole person was flowing with a dead air of old age, dead air, just like a dead person who was about to be buried.

However, the pressure from these people is very strong. Each of them seems to have walked out of countless hardships and difficulties, and can be extremely powerful in Yulong City.

Yang Long has never seen these people, but he can feel the pressure from them. He was shocked and hurriedly clasped his hands and said respectfully: "I wonder who the seniors are..."

There are six of them. Hearing this, someone returned the greeting and smiled gently: "I am Wang Jiang. I don't know their names, but they are not as good as me. They can't teach you anything. Let me, Wang Jiang, teach you."

As soon as these words came out, the other old men were unhappy. They spat on the ground and said, "Who do you think you are? Do you think you can be arrogant just because you have taught a few outstanding apprentices? Let's compete!"

Then they were about to fight.

Yang Long hurriedly stopped them, smiling, and said, "Since you are all here to be my master, I am embarrassed to turn you all away. Why don't you all come to my house and have a few cups of tea first, and then we will go to the martial arts arena to practice. Whoever has the deepest skills will be kept by me. What do you think?"

These people naturally had this intention, and when they heard this, they immediately nodded in agreement.

In fact, none of them would give in to the others, and they all wanted to compete to see who was better, but now that Yang Long provided this platform, they were naturally happy.

After about a meal, these people finished drinking the best tea and were soon taken to the martial arts arena by Yang Long.

After Yang Long came here, his face became very embarrassed. He bowed to Su Changge and said, "I'm really sorry, brother, you should go back. I have these masters and that's enough for me."

Su Changge was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that this man actually didn't want him. But after a quick look at the old men who came, Su Changge immediately understood that from the oppression flowing from these old men, these people's cultivation was not low, so Yang Long chose them and wanted to withdraw himself.

But Su Changge didn't care. This was normal. Since they had better choices, he would just leave.

Thinking of this, Su Changge didn't linger too much. He directly threw away a scripture in his hand. The scripture fell on the ground not far away, and then he left without looking back.