When the gun went off, it was strange that Yang Jun was not anxious.

However, his tall image in front of Yi Qiushui cannot be compromised, he must pretend to be calm.

"What's there to worry about? There are three guns."

Yang Anguo, Ma Juzi and Sun Zhaodi were all equipped with short guns. Then there was a sound. No matter how powerful the intruders were, it was impossible to restrain three people at the same time.

Yang Jun had considerable trust in the strength of the three of them. Even if they were as powerful as him, he was not sure of being able to control the three of them in one fell swoop.

"You have such a big heart, hurry up and take a look."

Yi Qiushui's eyes widened and she pulled him out together.

Outside the gate.

Yang Anguo was put down on the ground and trampled on the ground with his feet. His May 4th short gun was pointing at his head at the moment, but the handle of the gun was held in someone else's hand.

Ma Juzi and Sun Zhaodi also looked nervously and pointed their guns at the man.

The man was wearing a military uniform, with his back to Yang Jun, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but looking from the back, he felt quite familiar.

"What's your ability to sneak attack? If you have the ability, let me go and challenge you."

Yang Anguo was put down to the ground, still shouting unconvinced.

The family members on the side stared at the man nervously, fearing that the man might accidentally hurt Yang Anguo.

Ma Xiangxiu, in particular, burst into tears. She was so frightened that she kept sifting through chaff and her lips trembled.

"Oh, you were obviously the one who made the first move, why do you still blame me for the sneak attack?"

The man smiled lightly and looked at Yang Anguo on the ground playfully.

However, the moment that person spoke.

A smile flashed across Yang Jun's lips.

He motioned to Ma Juzi and the others to put their guns away, and then walked over.

"Let me tell you, Lao Mu, the show of authority has reached my doorstep."

As Yang Jun walked, he took off his cotton-padded jacket, revealing the navy blue sweater underneath.

He stretched his muscles and said, "I haven't seen you for two years. Let me try to see if you have regressed."

"Hey, Lao Yang, aren't you dead? Why, you faked your corpse?"

The visitor turned around, smiled when he saw Yang Jun, then threw the short gun in his hand back to Yang Anguo, and began to take off the cotton-padded jacket outside.

"You will know later if my kung fu has deteriorated."

Yang Jun waved his hand to signal everyone to move back, then stretched out his posture and said with a smile,

"The custody will beat you until you have teeth all over the floor."

The old Mu glanced at everyone and said teasingly,

"Don't cry and call your parents later."

Yang Jun snorted coldly.

"Stop talking nonsense and let's see what happens."

Yang Jun shouted loudly and rushed forward like a tiger.

With a side kick, he swept towards Lao Mu with all his strength.

When Lao Mu saw this, his pupils suddenly dilated, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

He didn't dare to push forward, so he stepped back continuously, holding his fists together and preparing to resist the kick.

"boom!"

An incredible sound of muscles clashing filled the air.

Everyone was stunned and backed away in fear.

"Good, enjoyable."

Lao Mu took five steps back, shook his aching arms and said,

"I kicked you, now it's your turn to punch me."

After saying that, he roared angrily, jumped more than ten feet on the spot, and punched Yang Jun.

When Yang Jun saw this, his pupils dilated...

He didn't hide, he retreated with his right leg, looked at the right moment, and kicked out fiercely.

"boom!"

There was another crackling sound in the air.

The two of them had a perfect match again.

Yang Jun took three steps back, feeling that his entire leg no longer belonged to him.

"What a great Mu Iron Fist, come again."

"Happy." Lao Mu roared and rushed over happily.

The people watching on the sidelines were shocked by this head-on fighting style.

They had never seen Yang Jun take action before, but when they saw him today, they knew what a killer move was on the battlefield.

Yang Jun and the guy surnamed Mu fought with all their might. Their punches hit each other hard, no one could hide, they all resisted.

The two of them competed with each other without any extravagant showmanship. They were both known for their strength and speed.

Every move is a killing move, directed at the opponent's vital parts.

And these moves are like feeding moves, as if you know in advance what moves the opponent will make, and you can just dodge them every time.

"Oh my God, this is real skill."

Ma Juzi said to himself with a shocked look on his face.

"It's not unfair to lose to him." Yang Anguo said with a red face.

The two of them usually have their eyes higher than their heads, and they always feel that God is the boss and he is the second child.

I have been with Yang Jun for so long, and I have always felt that his kicking skills are quite good, but I don't know how good his skills are.

Today, they finally saw it.

This is not called Kung Fu, this is a killing technique.

Every move is aimed at making a deadly move, leaving no room for effort, and a style of fighting with no retreat.

With this kind of move, they can't even resist one move.

Especially Yang Anguo, who always felt that he was knocked to the ground without paying attention just now, but now he doesn't think so.

It would be easy for someone to kill him.

Even Yang Jun's family was shocked.

Especially Wang Yuying, she was even more frightened.

Only then did she understand what kind of life her son had lived these years. Without this kind of hard work, he would not have been able to come back intact.

"boom!"

Yang Jun punched him with his arm.

Suddenly, he felt that both his arms were numb, and he kicked Lao Mu's attack back with a side kick.

He waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No fight, no fight."

"Your skills are still as good as before."

Lao Mu was forced to retreat, took the opportunity to retract his fists, put his hands on his hips and gasped,

"Hey, it's a tie again."

Yang Jun was not feeling well either, and kept rubbing his sore and swollen arms with both hands.

Looking at this familiar and friendly face, there was a smile in his eyes.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The two said at the same time.

Then, the two smiled and hugged each other tightly.

Afterwards, Yang Jun took Lao Mu into his house.

After entering the courtyard, he introduced him to everyone.

"This is my comrade-in-arms, Mu Sheng. We went to the front line together and killed enemies together. I blocked a knife for him and he took a shot for me. We are the kind of good brothers who will be lifelong friends."

When everyone heard that they were Yang Jun's comrades, they all came over to say hello.
To be continued...