Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Ah!

When the man in gray saw Yang Ge grabbing him, as if he was going to fight him like a scoundrel, the smile on his lips became more ferocious, and he looked at Yang Ge with unspeakable mockery.

Yang Ge was also laughing.

Smiling, he raised his right hand and slowly made a fist, shook it towards the man in gray, and punched him in the abdomen.

The man in gray resisted the urge to laugh, swung his left hand downwards, and easily grabbed Yang Ge's fist.

but……

Bang.

Yang Ge's fist, together with the palm of the man in gray, hit his lower abdomen.

The terrifying brute force, which weighed more than a thousand kilograms, made the man in gray suddenly bulge his eyes outwards. He felt that his intestines were twisted into a ball, and his whole body suddenly became soft, and he could no longer lift it up with any strength.

Compared with the strength that can be strong or soft, far or near.

Pure brute force seems very classy.

This is also true.

The threshold of strength is high, and the upper limit is even higher. Inner strength can turn into inner energy, inner energy can turn into true energy, and true energy can also turn into true essence... What limits strength is never the upper limit of strength, but the lifespan of a warrior.

As for pure brute force, the threshold is low and the upper limit is even lower. After all, the human body has its limits, and power cannot grow endlessly. Even those famous outsiders dare not say that they can swing hundreds of Continue fighting with heavy weapons.

But if someone really has the brute strength and physical fitness to hit several thousand kilograms of force with bare hands,

So, even if he doesn't know any martial arts, he will still be a terrifying humanoid beast!

For example, Yang Ge can swing and tamp bluestone bars weighing more than 200 kilograms.

Therefore, the man in gray believes that when Yang Ge's internal energy is exhausted, it is his home court.

But in fact, Yang Ge's advantage really begins when his inner energy is exhausted...

Aren't you crazy?

Yang Ge grasped the collar of the man in gray with one hand, picked him up like a chicken, raised him above his head, shook him and chuckled: Don't you want to defeat me in ten moves?

The extremely frightened and angry man in gray used his remaining strength and kicked Yang Ge Yang Ge in the temple.

Yang Ge raised his other hand without blinking and dusted it casually.

Click.

There was a clear sound of bone cracking, and the man in gray tried his best to widen his eyes, but he still couldn't suppress the mask of pain.

enough!

At this moment, a hoarse but cold voice came from behind.

Yang Ge frowned, grabbed the man in gray and slammed him to the ground.

Pfft!

The man in gray straightened his body on the spot, raised his head and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Then, the whole person became completely soft...

Yang Ge raised his head and looked at the burly, lion-like bearded man in front of the inn door. He used his little finger to pick out the back of his ears and turned his ears sideways: Huh?

The strong man with the beard glanced at the man in gray who was motionless like a puddle of mud at Yang Ge's feet, and his tone became more and more serious: Have you had enough fun?

Yang Ge nodded: I have enough, but I don't know if you have enough.

The strong man with the beard said: A certain family wants to play, but I'm afraid that you guys won't be able to stand a certain family's play.

Yang Ge clapped his hands: It doesn't matter if you come out to fool around. Sooner or later you have to pay back. How can anyone be proud all the time?

The strong man with the beard raised his eyes and chuckled, Are you threatening a certain family?

Yang Ge: That's not true. I know that when you two come here, there is a high probability that you don't intend to go back alive. But you can't really die because you are not afraid of death, right?

At the right time, a large number of government officials and soldiers arrived in response to the order. Fang Ke waved his hand upon seeing this, and the black crowd surged up like a tide, once again blocking the door of the inn.

The strong man with the beard turned his head and glanced around without blinking, and nodded: You are right.

Yang Ge also remained motionless: I drew the path, and you took it. What should I do now? You might as well draw a path. Whether you can take it or not, I will definitely take it!

The strong man with the beard faced countless strong bows and crossbows aimed at him, and slowly walked down the steps: How about you also accompany a certain family to fight a couple of moves!

Yang Ge forcibly pushed aside Fang Ke who was blocking him, and stepped out step by step: Okay!

The muscular man with the beard stared at Yang Ge silently for a while, and then suddenly sighed: What a resemblance!

Yang Ge was about to speak in confusion when he felt a blur in front of his eyes and immediately punched out based on instinct.

But the punch was in vain.

The next second, he felt like the world was spinning...

Bang.

Yang Ge fell on his back and hit the ground hard.

Just like when he knocked the man in gray to the ground before.

He didn't feel any pain, but his chest felt tight, as if a weight of several thousand kilograms had been pressed down on him, making him unable to breathe.

He tried to breathe, but he only felt something coming out of his throat. It was hot, salty, and smelled of rust.

He could only raise his head and saw the dark, cold face of the strong man with a beard, looking down at him expressionlessly.

Fang Ke, who was at the rear, was shocked. He pulled out his sword and put it on the neck of the man in gray. He roared with anger and anger: Let go of our flag...

But the strong man with the beard seemed to be unable to see the shining knife. He folded his hands slowly, with a faint smile on his lips, and asked softly: Is it worth it?

Yang Ge gasped and nodded slowly.

The smile on the corner of the bearded man's mouth slowly disappeared: Is truth really more important than life and death?

Yang Ge had already reacted at this moment, and his limbs and bones were transmitting pain to him.

But when he heard the question about the strong man with a beard, he just felt like laughing, really, really wanted to laugh.

So he tried hard to bend his eyes and nodded slowly.

The strong man with the beard looked at him and nodded, exhaling a long breath.

Kind of like sighing…

He stretched out his hand and slowly took out a few thread-bound books from his clothes. After flipping through them, he bent down and placed one of them on Yang Ge's chest: Next time I see him, I will tell him on behalf of the family. Just tell him that a certain family knows about it, and tell a certain family to go home and wait for him, so that he can survive and return home alive...

Yang Ge knew who he was talking about, and after thinking about it, he nodded again.

Thank you very much!

The strong man with beard patted Yang Ge's shoulder gently, stood up and walked towards the man in gray step by step.

Fang Ke was frightened by the steps of the bearded man and took a step back. When he came to his senses, he immediately stiffened his neck and roared: Stop, if you dare to take another step forward, I will kill him immediately!

But the strong man with the beard still didn't even look at him.

Let them go!

Yang Ge finally spit out the blood in his mouth and tried to squeeze out a sentence from his throat.

Fang Ke looked at Yang Ge, then at the expressionless bearded man, but in the end he still didn't dare to cut off the man in gray's head with his sword.

He stepped back a few steps, and when the bearded man bent down to pick up the man in gray, he and his men trotted over to Yang Ge to help him up: General Banner, how are you?

Yang Ge wanted to laugh again.

This guy's hands are shaking like he has Parkinson's disease...