I have a little bit of talent

Faced with Tieshan's fierce punch, the other bandits were not moved at all, and let their leader face Tieshan's attack alone.

"The power is quite strong, not bad!"

The leading gangster laughed and praised, raised his left hand, blocked in front of him, and steadily caught Tieshan's punch. However, the skin of his palm turned extremely black, as if it was coated with a layer of ink. There was a sound under his feet, and his body sank three inches, and he actually transferred Tieshan's strength to his feet.

Seeing that his fist was caught, Tieshan punched the bandit's palm with his left fist again, and used the recoil force to float back a few steps, his face now serious.

"What a black sand palm! When did the famous and extremely poisonous Yang Jian become a petty thief?"

"This is the problem with kung fu. Once you start working hard, you'll be exposed."

Seeing that he was recognized, Yang Jian no longer hid.

"But a dead person doesn't need to know so much!" After saying that, he stretched out his hand and slapped Tieshan.

"Kill the rest!"

While attacking Tieshan, he gave orders to the remaining bandits in a slow and leisurely manner, obviously not taking Tieshan seriously.

After receiving the order, several other bandits rushed towards the rest of the caravan. Tieshan tried to stop them, but was entangled by Yang Jian's attack and could only watch the rest of the bandits rush towards the caravan. He was unable to rescue them in time.

Seeing that Tieshan was entangled and unable to return to help, everyone in the caravan, including Zhao Ming and Sun Rong, looked desperate, knowing that it would be difficult for them to escape this time.

These bandits were all martial artists, and although they were not as good as masters like Yang Jian, they were also not comparable to the ordinary people in the caravan. Even Zhao Ming and Sun Rong, who had practiced for several years, were far behind.

When a gangster had already slashed at Boss Xie with his long knife and Boss Xie gave up struggling and just closed his eyes waiting to die, a light voice sounded in his ears.

"Boss Xie, please don't say things like 'the last time' anymore. It's really unlucky."

When Boss Xie opened his eyes, he found that the gangster in front of him had fallen to the ground and his life or death was unknown!

Then, his eyes blurred, and the other gangsters were lying on the ground. He saw a young man standing beside him, with an indifferent expression, as if he was picking up a few cats and dogs.

The rest of the caravan escaped death, and still in shock, they looked at Fang Mu in surprise.

"You're welcome. Let's see how Brother Tieshan fights the enemy."

Fang Mu turned his gaze to where Tieshan and Yang Jian were fighting.

Yang Jian is known as the Black Poison Hand. The "poison" here is not the poison of the drug, but the insidious "poison". This person has mastered the Black Sand Palm Technique, which is the most insidious and powerful palm technique, and can also transfer the strength of others. It is the nemesis of Tieshan's Iron Wire Fist Technique. In addition, his physical training is higher than Tieshan's, so Tieshan's fight can be said to be extremely aggrieved.

Yang Jian's palms met Tieshan's fists, continuously dissolving and transferring their strength. His palms became darker and darker, and the soil around his feet was shaken up by the strength, forming a pit of several dozen centimeters.

Tieshan's face was red, and blood and energy were all around him. He pushed his blood and energy to the limit, punched out with both fists, but was always blocked. There was also a feminine force entering his body with the exchange of fists and palms, which consumed his blood and energy faster. When Tieshan's blood and energy were exhausted, he could only sit and wait for death.

Just as Tieshan was gradually falling into despair, Yang Jian suddenly retracted his arm and floated back. It turned out that Yang Jian knew that Tieshan was gradually running out of strength, so he looked at the situation of his subordinates, but found that the young man in the caravan was looking at him indifferently, and several of his subordinates had already fallen.

Yang Jian didn't realize that he had misjudged someone and had met a master, so he could only let Tieshan go and withdraw his palm power in order to escape.

"Where did this young man come from who is this powerful? He must have been practicing since his mother's womb!"

Yang Jian cursed his bad luck while using his body skills to speed up his escape. However, he had just run a dozen meters when the back of his neck felt weak and he could not move at all. He was lifted up!

Fang Mu had already sensed an ambush ahead when he was in the pavilion, but since his cultivation was not high and the rest of the caravan didn't care much, he didn't take it seriously. Anyway, with his abilities, he wouldn't let them get into trouble.

As a result, the facts were very different from what they expected. The bandits were indeed bandits, but they did not come for the goods or money. Their target was Tieshan, who had achieved great success in physical training. This was really unexpected.

These days also made Fang Mu realize how difficult it is for ordinary people to practice cultivation.

Take Yang Jian for example. He is middle-aged and has practiced for more than 20 years. He has barely reached the state of perfection with the Black Sand Palm Technique. He still has a long way to go before he can reach perfection. He has not learned the upper-level cultivation techniques and his progress in physical training is far behind. At the same state of physical training, Fang Mu can beat Yang Jian 100 times! If it weren't for the conflict between the martial arts, he would not be able to defeat Tie Shan, who is ten years younger.

In Fang Mu's opinion, this level of kung fu is really vulnerable and is not much stronger than that of a kitten or a puppy.

But even this kind of person who is not worth mentioning in Fang Mu's eyes is already a rare expert in the vicinity of Huaicheng.

The same is true for Tieshan, but his physical training is well-known in Huaicheng Jianghu. The Iron Wire Fist he practices can barely be called a superior boxing style. Although it was restrained by Yang Jian's Black Sand Palm, if the physical training realm is equal, the outcome is still unpredictable. Tieshan suffered from the disadvantage of not having practiced for a long time.

Fang Mu is completely different from others. He practices the highest level of the Three Religions and the Fang family's unique skills. He also has a constant supply of powerful medicines and all kinds of elixirs that can increase his power. He also has an unimaginable talent and the opportunity to enter the realm of emptiness, which is why he can achieve such success at the age of twenty.

Chance, talent, family background, and a desire to pursue the truth are all indispensable!

When Tieshan saw Yang Jian retreating, he was just taking a breath to regain his strength when he saw a figure floating out and heading straight for Yang Jian. In a few breaths, he carried Yang Jian back. It was like catching a chicken!

"Little brother, no! Brother Fang, Tieshan thanks you for saving my life!" Tieshan bowed to express his gratitude and did not dare to call Fang Mu "little brother" anymore.

"Brother Tieshan, you don't have to be so polite. I still prefer you to call me little brother." Fang Mu threw Yang Jian to the ground to accompany his men and said with a smile:

The rest of the caravan had also come to their senses at this point, and they all thanked Fang Mu with respect on their faces, especially Zhao Ming and Sun Rong.

"These bandits are not ordinary bandits. They are obviously coming for you, Brother Tieshan. Let's see if we can get anything out of them. I'm a little curious."

Tieshan and others also turned their attention to Yang Jian lying on the ground.

"I have never offended you, Mr. Yang, so why is this happening? Tell me now!"

Tieshan was filled with anger. If it weren't for the hidden master Fang Mu who was here today, he would have been unable to escape his fate.

Yang Jian collapsed on the ground, feeling that he had lost all his strength, and he couldn't muster any energy. He felt dizzy. He didn't even look at Tieshan, but stared at Fang Mu, and said bitterly: "Today I made a mistake, you can kill me or chop me up as you wish, and I won't say a word about the rest!"

After saying this, he closed his eyes, ready to be killed.