The Heavenly Physici

On top of Guifeng Mountain, in a thatched hut, Hu Yang, wearing a sleeveless shirt and sandals, was lazily sitting on a wooden table with his legs crossed. He held a bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, closing his eyes and counting something.,As Hu Yang walked toward the poplar trees, the middle-aged man in the driver's seat strode forward and stood behind him, scrutinizing Hu Yang with caution.,Although he was skilled in martial arts, two fists were no match for four hands. He soon fell behind under the opponent's siege.。