Wei Mo was in a very good mood, and his steps became lighter. In a lot where no one is around, he will jump up from time to time, and he can reach a height of two or three feet.

How unbelievable this was before.

No matter how hard you cultivate, you can't condense the Xuan Power of the First Dan and open up the martial vein. He is weak and sick at every turn. Not to mention jumping three or two feet high, even if he walks two or three miles slowly, it may cost him half his life.

And now, everything is different, and Vemo just wants to laugh.

When she returned home, the hard-working Qin'er had already prepared lunch, and she was also very happy to see that Wei Mo was in a good mood.

"Young master, you're back!, there are so many seven-star grasses, come and I'll help you wash and boil them. ”

"Sister Xie Laqin'er!" Wei Mo handed over the Seven Star Grass to her with confidence, and he went into the house to change into a tights and came to the yard to practice.

As a martial arts cultivator, practicing three times in winter and three times in summer is the most basic requirement. Just now, outside the Spirit Grass Field, the fight with Wei Dingming made Wei Mo suddenly have a strong interest in Iron and Stone Fist.

Iron and stone fist is a boxing technique that he has long been familiar with, and he can recite every move and style with his eyes closed. But because of this, he doesn't pay much attention to this boxing method.

What is the use of the first-order low-grade boxing method, no matter how well it is practiced? When encountering a person who uses medium-grade and high-grade martial arts, he will be easily crushed.

But today, he realized that although the level of martial arts was important, cultivation and comprehension could not be ignored either.

Just like him and Wei Dingming, the same iron and stone fist, the two of them used it, but the effect was completely different.

Whew!

The fist is as hard as iron, hard as a stone, one is collected and one is released, free and flexible, like iron and stone rolling down from a high place, and the wind is constantly sounding.

Wei Mo gradually got better and better, and he was so intoxicated that he forgot everything around him.

After beating down with iron and stone punches one after another, his heart realized more and more profoundly. The muscles and periosteum all over the body have also become strong and tough with the performance of boxing.

Tom, tom, tom!

The fist was wrapped in the bitter wind, whistling and smashing towards the illusory enemy, Wei Mo's blood gradually boiled all over his body, and the cold winter could not stop him.

Iron and stone fist has both offense and defense, and can effectively control the enemy, provided that the difference in strength between the two sides is not too big.

As his boxing has become more sophisticated, Wei Mo has been able to deeply understand his 'iron' side - sharp and aggressive.

However, every time he withdrew, Wei Mo felt that he had revealed a flaw. Such a flaw is nothing at all in the hands of people like Wei Dingliang's brothers. However, if the opponent's strength is a little higher and more experienced, it is easy to find a breakthrough in the gap.

Defense, that is, the 'stone' side of the Iron and Stone Fist, he has never been able to fully comprehend.

Wei Mo practiced over and over again, stomping on the ground with his feet, concentrating on comprehending and thinking from every move and style.

More than an hour passed quickly, and Qin'er finished her work and walked out of the house to see.

In the courtyard, Wei Mo's figure is flexible and vigorous, so different from him before, but it has definitely not changed in his bones.

Wei Mo's change made Qin'er feel happy, looking at the figure of the young master, Qin'er's eyes were sparkling, soft like a spring breeze blowing through a stream.

But looking at it, her brows furrowed: "How can this be?"

After thinking about it for a while, Qin'er went back to the room and took a dry towel out, and called, "Young Master, rest for a while." ”

Wei Mo also got into a dead end at that time, he knew that it would be useless to practice blindly like this, so he agreed and closed his fist.

Taking the towel handed by Qin'er and wiping off the sweat, Wei Mo was still immersed in the incomprehension of the 'stone' of the Iron and Stone Fist.

"Young Master, you've made great progress lately!" Qin'er looked at him with a smile, her eyes full of admiration.

Wei Mo glanced down at her and squeezed his eyes playfully: "This is all the credit of Uncle Zhong and Sister Qin'er, huh?"

Only then did he realize that he hadn't seen Wei Zhong since he came back.

Qin'er shook her head: "I don't know, my father always has something." Young master, Qin'er has been practicing diligently recently, seeing that the young master's practice is in full swing, why don't you guide me!"

When she smiled, her eyes were crooked, like a crescent moon, and her sparkling eyes were extraordinarily bright.

Wei Mo was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help sighing in his heart: "It's a pity, Sister Qin'er is beautiful and very smart, if it weren't for slavery, she would definitely do something." By the way, I might as well do my best for her to cultivate! It can be regarded as repaying Uncle Zhong and Aunt Zhong for raising me. ”

"Okay!" Wei Mo nodded happily, tossed the towel in his hand, and like an arrow, it flew towards the plum tree, hanging steadily from the branches.

Then, he took off his robe, rolled up his sleeves, white smoke was still emitting from his forehead, and excitedly hugged his fists at Qin'er: "Sister Qin'er, please!"

The first time Qin'er got along with Wei Mo like this, she couldn't help but laugh, and sneered: "Poof! Young Master, please!" Then, she also followed Wei Mo's example, clenched her fists and pretended to be rude.

The two of them unanimously leaned back and pulled away for a distance. Wei Mo said: "Sister Qin'er is a woman, you first!"

Qin'er is not ambiguous, and the two plain hands are clenched together, and they are actually whirring. Although she was born as a slave, Wei Zhong has never given up cultivating her over the years. At the age of seventeen, Qin'er is already a first-order threefold realm. It's just that she usually works with her head down, and this yard is remote, and no one has paid attention to it.

A mysterious force rushed from the martial veins to the tendons of the whole body, and under the girl's seemingly weak appearance, there was also a huge amount of power.

She paused lightly, said 'hi' in her mouth, and punched Wei Mo in the ribs.

Wei Mo saw that she was menacing, like a continuous river, bursting the embankment. One punch and one momentum, almost perfect without flaws, I couldn't help but cheer: "Good punch!"

Qin'er's outstanding performance inspired Wei Mo's fighting spirit, he can't lose to his maid, right?

At that moment, he pulled both fists, set up a cross, and slammed to block Qin'er's fist. Wei Mo's fist was like paste, and it followed Qin'er's withdrawn fist away, and in the blink of an eye, it invaded her side.

"Sister Qin'er, be careful!" Wei Mo shouted, his fist falling like a meteorite, swift and sharp, and more than ten punches in the blink of an eye.

In his opinion, although Qin'er's boxing skills are exquisite, after all, the strength is there. Wei Mo is now a first-order triple realm, and besides, the dual cultivation of spiritual and martial arts, and a spiritual vein are not ornaments. In this case, defeating Qin'er is simply a breeze.

He deliberately shouted, but he didn't want Qin'er to lose too ugly.

Qin'er pursed her lips and chuckled, her fists flipped over, and she couldn't see how she moved, only the glimmer of Xuanli was flying. But Wei Mo's every punch was easily blocked and defused by her.

Wei Mo was dumbfounded: "How is it possible?" He didn't believe it, and he raised his spirit again, and continued to attack, each time more fierce, and each punch was faster than the other.

However, whenever the fist was about to touch Qin'er's body, she was easily dissolved and dodged.