Volume 2 Chapter 212 I'll Let You Dodge

Ye Tingmu put away the coffin. Beating a child is somewhat unsportsmanlike. But don’t underestimate this child. He is in the extraordinary realm.

He couldn't help but click his lips in amazement. These people in heaven were truly powerful. They had already reached the extraordinary level at such a young age.

If he had this talent in the lower realm, he would definitely be a top genius.

He searched both of them, one big and one small.

All valuable and offensive items were looted.

Then they dragged the two men to the riverside and lined them up neatly.

He took off the child's clothes and put them on.

Surprisingly good fit.

Anyway, it fits much better than the previous robe.

He looked even more heroic.

Do all this.

He stuck the coffin into the ground and glanced at the stream beside him.

Anyway, the person hasn't woken up yet. It's been three days, almost one day. I ate two wild fruits on the way, and now my stomach is growling with hunger.

I need to replenish my strength.

Thinking of this, he rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, picked up the stolen sword and headed towards the pond.

Suddenly water splashed everywhere and the fish suffered.

Time always passes quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the sky had turned slightly yellow.

As the sun sets, the sky in heaven is no different from the sky on earth.

The dusk here is still dusk.

The person who should be missed will still be missed.

But the end of the summer day is always a little cooler.

By a small stream.

The flickering flames echoed with the setting sun in the sky.

Waves of fragrance waft over to your face.

Ye Tingmu rubbed his little hands and turned the plump grilled fish on the fire from time to time.

The tip of the tongue frequently passed across the corners of the mouth.

"Hey, it smells so good!"

At this moment, a few meters away from the fire, the young boy opened his eyes drowsily.

The scenery in front of him was still a little blurry, so he instinctively sniffed.

The fragrant smell of grilled fish hit his taste buds.

He shook his head and sat up.

I just felt a sharp pain in my head.

He reached out and touched it, then grimaced in pain.

"ah......"

He let out a soft cry, as if he remembered the previous scene, in which he was knocked away by a child with a coffin.

Coincidentally, at the end of his sight, he saw the coffin flashing with a dark and cold light in the setting sun, and the short-haired boy beside the fire.

Ye Tingmu naturally heard the noise of him waking up, turned his head to look at him, still eating grilled fish in his mouth.

He stammered, "I...are you awake?"

Looking at this somewhat familiar face, the young man cursed inwardly and prepared to draw his sword.

"Fuck..." But he found that his waist was empty.

"I advise you to stay still, or I won't mind giving you another blow."

A faint voice sounded, but it was filled with endless, unquestionable threats and intimidation.

The young man gritted his teeth, how could he just sit there and wait to die.

He was at the sage level at the age of 18, a prodigy above the three heavens.

How could I be scared by you?

He stood up, and although he had no sword, he formed a sword finger with one hand and pointed it at Ye Tingmu.

He said domineeringly: "Where did you come from, kid, to steal my things? Why don't you apologize immediately, or don't blame me for being rude."

Ye Tingmu had been eating fish with his head down. When he heard him say that, he raised his head slightly, glanced at him, and said nonchalantly, "Are you sure you can beat me?"

"Haha... what I said, I was careless just now and didn't dodge, otherwise..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Ye Tingmu moved.

And the speed is extremely fast.

Somehow, in the blink of an eye, I was in front of him.

Throw a punch.

With a "bang..." sound, the fist hit the man's cheek heavily.

The huge impact not only interrupted the boy's words, but also knocked his face crooked.

He was instantly blown several meters away.

It hit the stone wall ten meters away.

With a loud roar, several cracks appeared on the stone wall.

"Ah....I'm..."

Ye Tingmu shook his fist and took a bite of the grilled fish in his other hand.

He asked lightly, "How about it, are you convinced?"

At this moment, the boy's whole body seemed to be falling apart.

The punch he just threw at me had a force of at least tens of thousands of pounds.

He was shocked, but more confused.

Why does a child with no cultivation and no spiritual energy fluctuations have such great strength?

It's really like seeing a ghost.

But let him give in and dream.

The men of Broken Sword Mountain would rather die than surrender.

He managed to free himself from the rock wall and fell to the ground.

He knelt on one knee, suddenly looked up, and his eyes flashed with brilliance.

"Little brat, you do have some strength, but I am a saint, and you forced me to do this."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and obtained a first-level dead branch.

He used a dead branch as a sword, and his true energy surged.

His eyes became serious and solemn, and his whole temperament was completely renewed at this moment.

"Little brat, today I will let you see how terrifying the fastest sword technique in the world is."

As the words fell, the wind rose and people moved.

The young man's figure flashed and disappeared.

But I felt the wind coming violently.

“Oh no…”

Ye Tingmu cried out in his heart, not daring to be careless at all. He threw away the grilled fish in his hand and raised his fist to break the sword.

This person's swordsmanship is extremely fast, like the wind passing by without leaving a trace, arriving in an instant.

He slashed in mid-air towards Ye Tingmu's forehead.

Ye Tingmu quickly dodged to the side, then punched out fiercely.

"Bang......"

Fists and swords collided.

The boxer stood still.

The dry branch in the swordsman's hand was broken straight away.

The whole person retreated seven or eight steps before he stopped.

The boy gasped and muttered softly.

“What the hell…”

However, Ye Tingmu rushed forward at the right time.

Before he could steady himself, he was punched and kicked.

To be honest, for Ye Tingmu, relying on the power of his ancient immortal body, beating a saint is as easy as pinching a chicken.

This person is definitely not a match.

Ye Tingmu's fists fell like a storm.

Muffled sounds accompanied by shouts could be heard from time to time.

But Ye Tingmu had no intention of stopping.

He continued to swing his fists, but he carefully controlled each punch, fearing that he would use too much force and kill the boy.

He was talking as he was hitting.

"Come on, dodge for me and see if you can get away from me. Dodge... I'll ask you if you're convinced or not."

The harsh and noisy noise also woke up the child who had just fainted.

When he stood up and saw his second senior brother being beaten up, he rolled his eyes and murmured softly, "No, I have to stay unconscious for a while."

It was really the case that the second senior brother was being beaten by someone while riding on his neck.

How miserable it would be, as a kid whose strength is not as good as that of the second brother.

He felt it was unwise to wake up at this time.

So he decided to lie down for a while.

At this time, not far away, the battle between Ye Tingmu and Mu ended with the young man shouting "I surrender".

Completely over.