Martial Doctor Supreme

Chapter 242 It suits me to be a little man!

Rao is that Tang Feng's mind is agile, and he is stunned at the moment, not knowing how to answer.

This Yang Mutian has the ability, and now it seems that his tone is even bigger than his ability!

The strength that he had shown against Tang Long before was not enough for him to pull out the Scarlet Firmament Sword?

Who does he think he is, a peerless genius at the master level?

Tang Feng thought of something and said, "Brother Yang, are you trying to provoke me and make me mess up?

Instead of playing this kind of careful thinking, it is better to think more about how to make use of your strengths and avoid weaknesses, and confront me head-on! "

The people under the ring showed a sudden look.

They were startled by Yang Mu's words just now, and they only thought that this Yang Mutian was too conceited, and it turned out that he wanted to anger Tang Feng.

"It's a bit petty to play this kind of mind in the ring!"

"Comparatively speaking, Tang Feng appears to be very personable, worthy of being from an ancient martial arts family that has been passed down for countless years."

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Hearing people's comments, everyone in the Tang family had a proud look on their faces, while everyone in Nantianmen had a bad look on their faces.

People's words fell in their ears, as if they were mocking Nantianmen's establishment only a few decades ago. Not only did they not have a long history, but the members of Nantianmen were not educated.

Yang Mu just told the truth. Seeing that the other party was making up his own mind, he was too lazy to explain and asked:

"Your "Dragon-Elephant Prajna Gong" has reached the peak of your cultivation, and you can have the power of ten dragons and ten elephants. How far have you cultivated now?"

Tang Feng smiled calmly and confidently: "Just getting started, but sweeping the same level, there is no problem in thinking about it."

In the plain tone, there is absolute confidence!

It is only the entry stage, coupled with his realm, he may not be able to truly exert the power of this esoteric secret. It seems that this "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" is not as weak as he thought.

However, it's just not weak, it's still not worth caring about.

Yang Mu gave his evaluation again in his heart.

boom!

Without any warning, Yang Mu rushed towards Tang Feng like a cannonball and slapped him with a palm.

Seeing that he actually did not draw his sword, but used his palm technique, people were shocked. They only felt that the current Yang Mu, just like Tang Long just now, was asking for trouble!

Tang Feng's expression turned cold.

This Yang Mutian is really arrogant and arrogant. He really thinks that he is qualified to fight himself without drawing a sword?

"Brother Yang, you are too big!"

Tang Feng drank coldly and stood with his hands behind his back. When Yang Mu rushed in front of him, he clenched his right hand and punched out.

Boom!

The force of this punch was terrifying, it was earth-shattering!

At the moment when the fists and palms collided, Tang Feng's expression changed greatly. He felt a terrifying force coming from the opponent's palm.

"Roar--!!"

He let out a low roar, stomped his right foot on the ground, twisted his body, and the violent force erupted like a volcano, pouring into his right fist, trying to knock Yang Mu out!

With the loud noise, Yang Mu stood motionless, only the ring under his feet was sunken.

On the contrary, Tang Feng stepped back a dozen steps in succession, and was led back by the violent force, unable to stop even if he wanted to stop for a while.

Yang Mu followed him like a shadow, and it was shot again with one palm!

His body showed a strange posture. Only the toes of his feet were still on the ground. The whole person looked like a dragon that was about to fly.

He slapped it with a palm, and people heard the faint sound of dragon roar, and the power was even more terrifying than when Tang Feng appeared.

"No! It's impossible. With the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", if I compete for strength, I am absolutely invincible at the level of a fourth-grade ancient warrior.

It is absolutely impossible to be inferior to you! "

Tang Feng's calmness and self-confidence were completely destroyed, his face turned pale and pale, and the moment he stopped, he burst out with all his strength and rushed towards Yang Mu.

He didn't believe that even if it was just a competition of strength, he was not as good as the other party.

This is simply unreasonable. Isn't the strength of the opponent's speed and swordsmanship?

In terms of strength, it is absolutely impossible to be stronger than yourself!

The veins on his forehead bulged, his blood was surging, his face was flushed red, and the surface of his body was filled with congenital qi. In the process of rushing towards Yang Mu, the congenital qi turned and turned into the shape of a big dragon.

"You are not as good as me! Definitely not as good as me!"

Tang Feng roared and punched again.

"Breaking Mountain Fist!"

This time, it's no longer a simple punch, but a combination of fierce punching, so that the ultimate destructive power can be erupted.

Compared to Tang Feng's madness, Yang Mu was so calm and indifferent, he didn't change his moves from beginning to end, and shoved a palm towards Tang Feng.

boom!

Another bang.

This time, Tang Feng was even more unbearable than before, and the whole person flew out.

Falling to the ground, he stood up reluctantly, one right arm drooping weakly, like bacon hanging on his shoulders, and he couldn't even lift it up.

"What kind of unique skills do you cultivate?"

Tang Feng asked in shock and anger.

This question really made Yang Mu stumped.

He didn't use any so-called unique skills just now, it was purely a palm technique derived from the "Seventy-two Forms of the Dragon's Head".

It can even be said that it is purely a simple palm of the mind!

He glanced at Tang Feng's excited appearance, and thought that if he told the truth, I was afraid that the other party would go crazy and suspect that he was deliberately humiliating him?

"The dragon raises his head in seventy-two poses."

Yang Mu replied.

"The dragon raises his head in seventy-two poses?"

Tang Feng frowned and pondered, but he had never heard of the so-called "Seventy-two Forms of the Dragon's Head".

This should be a more powerful unique skill than "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu". It is not surprising that I have not heard of it. After all, China has thousands of years of history, and there are countless unique skills buried in it. Naturally, it is impossible for me to know all of them.

He looked at the seniors from the ancient martial arts world who were watching the excitement under the ring, and found that they were also full of doubts. Obviously, they had never heard of the so-called "Dragon Raises Seventy-two Forms".

Yang Mu thought to himself, it would be strange if you knew about it. "The Seventy-two Forms of the Dragon's Head" is not an ancient martial art at all, but belongs to the system of self-cultivation.

Also, its main function is not to use it for battle at all.

In the crowd at Nantianmen, people were also shocked. Others thought that they knew Yang Mu's strength best, so they should be the most calm at this time.

But how did they know that the people of Nantianmen were equally shocked.

Tang Long suddenly turned his head to look at Long Qi, and said with a smirk, "Miss Qi, does Brother Yang usually hold grudges?"

"What do you mean, have something to say?"

Long Qi retracted her shocked eyes and looked at Tang Long.

Tang Long said embarrassedly: "Brother Yang said just now that he wanted to give me a method that is no worse than "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong". Didn't I reject him just now, but I didn't think about it carefully when I said that, so I I want to take that back."

Long Qi frowned and said, "Men, if you say it, how can you take it back?"

Tang Long scratched his head and said with a naive smile: "Actually, I can also be a man. I think being a little man is quite suitable for me! What do you think?"