That foot is extremely fast and powerful. If it weren't for Wei Mo's quick pull, he would have almost been stepped on.

Wei Mo glanced down at the sop on the ground, and slowly raised his head to see the owner of the foot.

Two sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys, one tall and the other lean, looked at him with a smile. The one who trampled on the Seven Star Grass was the tall and sturdy boy.

The clothes on their bodies showed that these two men were children of the Wei family, not slaves and miscellaneous servants.

Seeing Gao Zhuang, Wei Mo suddenly remembered that he seemed to be called Wei Dingming, and he was the younger brother of Wei Dingliang who set a trap to frame him last time.

Wei Moke didn't know that since the last incident, Wei Dingliang had been alienated by Wei Dinghai and punished here to see the hand spirit grass field. At this moment, this guy is sitting in the shed in the distance, depressed.

Wei Dingliang couldn't figure out how he could be beaten by a waste with a double martial arts cultivator and a group of one-heavy martial arts cultivators.

No, he was supposed to be patrolling, so he had to ask his younger brother to do it for him.

Wei Dingming didn't know his brother's heart knot, he saw someone wandering next to the Lingcao Field from a distance, and thought it was a thief. Prepare to show off your skills, catch thieves and make meritorious contributions, maybe you can be promoted in the future, or at least you can get a reward.

Unexpectedly, when he took a closer look, he was ecstatic, it turned out to be the wild 'young master'!

Why do you use the word 'ecstatic' to describe his mood? It all started with Wei Dinghai.

In the entire family, no one knew Wei Mo's embarrassing position, and no one knew that Wei Dinghai regarded him as a thorn in the flesh.

This is not because Wei Dinghai is afraid of him, but because his existence has brought shame on the family.

Wei Dinghai, as the eldest son, can't tolerate him, which is natural in everyone's eyes.

"Yo, isn't this the eldest young master Wei Mo?" Wei Dingming was yin and yang, and said in a long voice, "You are a rare guest, what are you doing when you come to our spiritual grass field?"

Wei Mo glanced at him, stood up, straightened his clothes, and turned to leave. If you don't go, do you want to bite the dog? Give him a chance to be a dog, and if he barks again, he will come out, from this moment on, Wei Mo secretly set a rule in his heart.

Wei Dingming is in the Lingcao Field, and the size is also a small steward, especially after the elder brother also came, the brothers have the final say in the Lingcao Field. Others are groveling to please them, how can anyone be so indifferent as Wei Mo?

Seeing Wei Mo turn around and leave, Wei Dingming was angry, and glanced at the thin man next to him, and then looked at the cow dung nunu on the side.

Just under the big tree, there was a pile of fresh cow dung, and they planned to make good use of this pile of cow dung to play with Wei Mo.

Understanding Wei Dingming's eyes, the thin man nodded with a smile and shouted at Wei Mo: "Hey, wild seed, stop!"

At the same time, he moved lightly, turned to the cow dung, flew up, and shoveled a piece of turf with soil. The turf rolled up cow dung and whistled towards Wemo.

He calculated that as soon as Wei Mo turned around, he would hit this pile of fresh cow dung head-on, and the scene would be wonderful!

Wei Mo did turn around as he wished, with a faint smile on his face: "Is there something wrong with your young master?"

Cow dung and dirt and blades of grass whistled in, and it was about to be slapped on his face. Wei Dingming and the thin man were smug, waiting to see Wei Mo's joke. It won't be long before this matter spreads all over the family, and wild seeds eat haha!

But the smiles of these two people quickly froze and gradually disappeared. I saw Wei Mo's feet pause, a flip, and a slight hook of his toes, actually hooked the flying turf, and turned the pile of cow upside down.

The process was incredible, and what was even more surprising was that there was no dirt on Wei Mo's feet.

What's even worse is that the lump of cow dung, whistling back, impartial, hit the thin man's face.

Smack!

Cow dung and turf hung on his face and slowly flowed down.

Wei Dingming was dumbfounded, what the hell, when did Wei Mo become so flexible? It must be a coincidence, a coincidence. However, the way companions eat is really funny, haha!

He couldn't help but grin, and it just so happened that the thin man touched a handful of cow dung with his hand, and then shook his hand. When Wei Dingming grinned, a small piece flew directly into his mouth.

"Hah...... Click, click...... Vomit!" Wei Dingming laughed and cried, then bent over and coughed and retched.

"Hehe, could it be that the Wei family has decayed to such an extent now, do you side branch disciples need to eat to get by?" Wei Mo said with a grin.

Wei Dingming bent over and retched, and when he heard his remarks, he pointed at him angrily and said, "Wild seed, you wait for me!"

Over there, the thin man was still wiping his face while crying.

"I'm sorry, I'm pressed for time, and I don't have time to ink with you. Wei Mo shrugged and turned to look for the Seven Star Grass somewhere else.

Hey, how fat the seven-star grass was just now, it was ruined by these two bastards, it's a pity! Or, let him pay for it??

Thinking so, Wei Mo felt a fierce wind rushing behind him.

"How dare you do this to us, taste the taste of my iron and stone fist, wild seed!" Wei Dingming shouted, his footsteps rushed rapidly, his fat body was as fast as the wind, and his fist was as fast as iron and stone, wrapped in a strong force, and hit Wei Mo's heart.

Wei Mo didn't look back, but took a random step forward, brushing the fist past him. Then he turned around and turned behind Wei Dingming.

The Wei family's iron and stone fist, he knows. Although he has been unable to gather Xuan Li over the years and has been forbidden to step into the Yanwu Hall, he has not been able to steal teachers.

Iron and stone fist, the punch is as hard as iron, the punch is as hard as a stone, and the enemy will be injured when it comes out. This is the Wei family's ancestor self-created boxing technique, although it is only a first-order low-grade martial art, it is one of the best body martial arts for these first-order martial cultivators.

In the Galaxy Continent, martial arts are used for fighting, and exercises are used for cultivation, which are also divided into one to nine levels. Each level corresponds to a corresponding level of martial arts cultivators, and of course, martial arts and exercises of the same level also have corresponding differences according to different qualities.

For example, it is also a first-order martial art, which is divided into four categories: upper, middle and lower. Different categories have very different effects when cultivating.

Martial arts and exercises have strict requirements for cultivators, and it is strictly forbidden to cross the level of cultivation.

On the one hand, cultivators' physical quality and ability are not up to the mark, and forcibly cultivating across levels will cause serious physical trauma. On the other hand, if the strength is not reached, the martial arts will not be able to comprehend thoroughly, and it is useless to cultivate, just a waste of time.

This Wei family's iron and stone fist belongs to the first-order low-grade martial arts. However, its power is comparable to some medium-grade martial arts.

This Wei Dingming, who had just broken through and stepped into the first-order double realm, danced with iron and stone fists, and the tiger was full of wind, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and the sound was comparable to a boulder rolling down a cliff.

Seeing Wei Mo dodge his first punch, Wei Dingming was shocked: "When did he have this strength?"

The other party is Wei Mo, a well-known wild species, a waste that has never been cultivated.

"This, this can't be!" Wei Dingming muttered another mouthful of-smelling saliva.