As soon as Yang Mucheng said this, the faces of everyone present changed.

"It's too much!"

Ren Su shouted.

Although the national strength of the Xia Kingdom is prosperous, the powerhouses of the Tongmai Realm are not cabbages on the rotten streets, and letting these two Tongmai powerhouses cut off their hands and feet is equivalent to becoming a wasted person!

What kind of character is Yang Mucheng? Emperor Daqian, a strong man with a strong vein, he didn't kill your whole family, which can be regarded as mercy.

"Little friend, do you want to make a feud with our Great Xia Kingdom?" The thin old man beside the princess slowly spoke, his eyes full of hideous killing intent.

"So what?" Yang Mucheng slowly stood up and said slowly.

"In this case, the old man also has to make a move!" The thin old man broke through the crowd and walked towards Yang Mucheng.

Seeing the thin old man make a move, everyone on the Xia Guo's side was excited.

The thin old man's name is Zhao Zhongmu!

Although he is old, he is a real mid-stage powerhouse, and he is the head of the previous generation of the Praetorian Guard of the Xia Kingdom. Although it is said that he has not made a move for many years, Yu Wei still exists. If he makes a move, he will definitely be able to cut Yang Mucheng under the sword!

Seeing this, Ren Su clapped his hands and shouted: "Mu Lao, kill this arrogant boy!"

Princess Xia Guo's beautiful eyes widened, and she looked at Yang Mucheng without blinking.

As a little princess, she has never seen any kind of excellent person. Wang Sun Gongzi, the prince of generals, no matter how good those people are, compared with Yang Mucheng, they are like dust, not worth mentioning.

"Let's shoot!"

Yang Mucheng put his hands behind his back and stared at Zhao Zhongmu.

A trace of anger flashed in Zhao Zhongmu's eyes, he originally just wanted to teach Yang Mucheng a lesson, but the other party's indifferent gesture was a humiliation to him!

"Pick up!"

Zhao Zhongmu stepped on the soles of his feet, and his internal strength exploded, with his right foot as the center, the earth was torn inch by inch, and the stone slabs were directly lifted. And Zhao Zhongmu, with the help of this explosive force, shot towards Yang Muchengdong like a crossbow arrow.

This punch was too strong, and the wind it brought up directly crushed it, and everything in everyone's field of vision was crushed. Even the surrounding space seems to have been pierced by Zhao Zhongmu's punch!

"Young Master, be careful!"

Lu Yao'er couldn't help but scream.

Zhao Zhongmu's strength is much stronger than the previous Zhao Lao, He Yuntian, and Yin Tiancheng, and with such terrifying strength with just a simple blow, even Lu Yao'er can't help but worry.

'Worthy of being the head of the Praetorian Guard, this kind of power bursts with one punch and kick, I have seen it in my life, enough to die without regrets!' Zhao Lao's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Zhao Zhongmu.

'The shepherd is too old, and his strength is no longer at the peak. But even so, it is enough to be proud of the others!' He Yuntian sighed in his heart.

The princes and grandsons present were already dumbfounded.

For them, the powerhouses of the Tongmai Realm are simply like the divine dragons in the sky, and they will never make a move when it is not about survival. Previously, Yin Tiancheng was killed by Yang Mucheng with a finger, and they thought that the powerhouse of the Tongmai Realm was nothing more than that. But now that Zhao Zhongmu made this move, they knew the terrifying thing about the powerhouses of the Tongmai Realm.

"This kid is dead!" Ren Suo shouted in a low voice.

"That's natural, wouldn't it be easy for the shepherd to kill him with such strength?" Zhu Ruo said with a cold smile.

Everyone said, their eyes looked at Yang Mucheng, and they all had a playful look of 'see how you die'.

However, the next scene was a big surprise.

I saw that in the face of Zhao Zhongmu's overwhelming punch, Yang Mucheng did not retreat but advanced, and slowly slapped it with his palm. When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but laugh secretly, how could Yang Mucheng's white jade-like delicate hands like a woman's delicate hands be compared to Zhao Zhongmu, the head of the sect?

Whoever wins and who loses will definitely be known in one blow!

Rumble!

The two fists shrouded in internal strength collided head-on, and then the two forces hidden in them also exploded in an instant.

"What?"

When it collided with Yang Mucheng's fist, Zhao Zhongmu's complexion changed, because he could feel the incomparably palpitating power that surged from Yang Mucheng's fist.

This strength and internal strength are far stronger than his!

"How is that possible?"

With an unprecedented shock, Zhao Zhongmu snorted, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his figure burst out in embarrassment, flew out of the inn directly, and smashed it on the empty street.

And Yang Mucheng stood in place, not moving!

"This ......"

Inside the inn, it was terrifyingly silent.

No one thought that even Zhao Zhongmu was not the enemy of the other party.

"Thank you seniors for your mercy!"

Zhao Zhongmu slowly got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and no longer had the idea of continuing to fight, he glanced at He Yuntian and Zhao Lao, and said, "The two of you will do as the seniors say, and cut off your hands and feet!"

Hearing his words, Zhao Zhongmu smiled bitterly, and as soon as his internal strength was released, he broke his hands and feet.

With a clatter, it fell like mud.

Zhao Lao's face turned pale, he glanced at Yang Mucheng resentfully, and fled towards the outside of the inn with a swish.

"How can it be so easy to escape?"

Yang Mucheng sneered and waved his right hand forward. Everyone in the inn only felt a strong wind coming, and even saw a wind being pressed into a wind blade by the internal force, whistling towards the front. Zhao Lao had already escaped from the inn, his body was like a dexterous cheetah, and he rushed up to the house at once, but before he could flee into the distance, the wind blade had already cut off his head.

To put it mildly, kill a strong person. This scene made everyone's eyes almost bulge.

"Senior, are you satisfied with this explanation?" Zhao Zhongmu looked at Yang Mucheng with a wry smile.

Yang Mucheng shook his head and said, "I gave you a chance before, but you don't know what to do, so you have to do it with me." How easy is it to leave?"

Zhao Zhongmu laughed miserably.

Where did he dare to bargain with Yang Mucheng again, he used almost all his strength in the previous punch, and hitting Yang Mucheng's fist was like hitting a copper mountain, and he couldn't shake the other party at all. Even with the power of that punch, the bones of his right hand were shattered, and it was easy to kill them with this strength.

The other people in the inn were also silent and shut up, even figures like Zhao Zhongmu didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Yang Mucheng, if they dared to say a word like this, wouldn't they be easily pinched to death?

"Senior, I have a Yellow Rank Lower Grade Martial Arts here, please accept it with a smile!" Zhao Zhongmu respectfully handed a hand-copied secret book to Yang Mucheng. "I'm a junior, I don't know Taishan, and I ask you to let us go!"

Yang Mucheng squinted and looked at it——

Yellow Rank Lower Grade Martial Arts: Point Star Finger!

(End of chapter)