A cold wind suddenly blew, and a few plum petals fell with the wind.

In the huge garden, there was a hustle and bustle just now, but suddenly it became dead silent.

Yi Ming stared at Wei Mo, looking him from top to bottom, his fists already clenched quietly.

Clearly, Vemo is no longer the waste snack he used to be. The stormy kick just now made Yiming vigilant.

But he still didn't think that Wei Mo would be able to shake him, a first-order triple martial cultivator. The reason why I was wary was because I felt that the originally ordinary life had made waves, and I was just worried about my master.

"It's okay, today I'll try his details for the young master. Yiming said secretly.

He sneered at Wei Mo, then turned and walked away.

Wei Mo tilted his head, smiled, and turned around with the medicine bag.

Almost at the same time, the two of them turned back to each other.

Yi Ming took seven or eight steps, then turned around without noticing, and rushed towards Wei Mo with a quick punch.

"Beat my brother in front of me, you don't take me seriously!" Yiming said.

Yiming was extremely fast, and before everyone could react, he had already rushed back to Wei Mo. The sharp fist wind, mixed with the whistling north wind, filled everyone's ears.

Everyone subconsciously retreated and watched from afar.

"Oh no, Brother Ming is so angry, what if this guy is broken? After all, it's a young master...... someone said sourly.

"What if it's broken, a wild seed, who remembers him! If you hadn't met him here today, would you have remembered him?"

"Well, can anyone tell me how that thing flew up the tree?"

Gossip drilled into his ears, but Wei Moxin's heart did not make any waves. This group of minions is not worth his attention.

Yi Ming's fist quickly enlarged in Wei Mo's field of vision, and the whole person's face was pale, and his eyes were round. originally had a very delicate face, but his facial features were a little hideous.

This was already the third Dual Martial Cultivator that Wei Mo had come into contact with during this time.

Compared with Wei Dingliang and the two brothers, Yiming's speed is faster and his strength is more fierce. Even if they are of the same level, they are very different.

Iron and stone fist, like iron and iron, Yiming's fist is a heavy iron hammer, smashed with the power of thunder.

Click!

Yiming rushed to Wei Mo, took a single step, and directly stepped on the bluestone slab on the ground.

Rumble!

The fierce fist wind accompanied the fist, infinitely close to Wei Mo's face, and he seemed to be frightened and stupid, and he didn't move.

This made Yiming secretly proud, although this guy has changed, but he is far from his opponent. After today's battle, the young master will definitely treat me differently, he thought secretly.

The fist almost touched the tip of Wei Mo's nose, but he suddenly tilted his head, and the punch grazed his cheek.

The powerful explosive power and the anger in his heart made Yiming unable to restrain his steps, and the whole person was led forward by his fist.

He grabbed the ground with his feet hard, stabilizing his body without being too embarrassed.

Vermo leaned to the side slightly, turning to his side. Stretching out his hand lightly, he grabbed Yiming's wrist like lightning. With another hook of his foot, he slapped his other hand on Yiming's back.

Coherent!

Thump!

Yiming's body stiffened, and his whole face was like dirt. After stagnation for a breath, he fell headlong to the ground.

Wei Mo stepped on it, and it was stepping on the back of his head. During this time, he practiced diligently, sweated a lot, his shoes were rotten, and the smell of his feet was not too good. directly smoked Yiming to tears, unable to speak, and couldn't even care about the pain.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the onlookers looked at each other, unable to bear to look at the scene in front of them.

Only then did they begin to think seriously, the cargo that flew up the tree just now turned out to be Wei Mo's doing. Then they were terrified, when did Wei Mo become so powerful? Yi Ming is the pinnacle of the first order and the second order! They had dinner tonight to celebrate it.

There are shrewd little guys who begin to ponder, and there are still those who don't open their eyes, waving their flags and shouting for Yiming.

Wei Mo yawned, his face was still as flat as water, no sadness, no joy, and no anger.

"Why am I so miserable!" he sighed, "with a dog, tsk~"

If he scolds, Yiming may feel better, at least to prove his sense of existence. Although compared to Wei Mo, he does not lack a sense of presence at all.

But Wei Mo's sentence 'actually with a dog', and that indifferent attitude, made Yiming feel that he had been humiliated like never before.

He clenched his fists hard, opened his mouth, and bit down on a cloud of snow on the ground. The icy snow irritated his gums, and the cold air penetrated into his throat and into every inch of his muscles.

The cold made him unusually clear-headed, and it also amplified the anger in Yiming's heart.

"Hehe, ridiculous!" Yi Ming lay on the ground, gnawed on the snow in his mouth, and said slowly with a sneer, "You think you can defeat me in this way? The way of martial cultivation is far from being as simple as you think!"

His martial veins shook, and the two Dan Xuan forces swirled around, and his whole body was surrounded by hundreds of limbs, and the strength of his muscles and flesh was rapidly gathered. Gray-white light emanated from the martial veins.

Yiming's back trembled, shook the stinky feet on the back of his head, slapped the ground with both palms, and a beautiful prostrate stood up, leaping directly from the ground. Then, another beautiful whirlwind flew over Veemo's head and landed steadily—fortunately Wemo spotted it in time and avoided it.

"I don't like cats and dogs that crawl over my head. Wei Mo muttered.

"I entered the Wei Mansion at the age of three, and thanks to my wife's love, I followed the young master's side and received the same teaching as the young master. It took another five years to break through the first heavy at the age of five, and to break through the double at the age of ten, and it took another five years to complete the double road steadily. Do you think you're a wild breed that hates dogs, and you can fool me with a few casual clicks?"

Yoshimei held that position, his back to Wemo. His face was pale, his eyes were about to split, and his voice was cold, and he was quite imposing.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or something, a strong wind blew, rolled up a cloud of snow and dust, and flew around him. A strong murderous aura emanated, making the little guys tremble.

"Brother Ming is angry, someone is going to be unlucky!" they thought.

Click!

Yiming clenched his fists and turned to look at Wei Mo. The moment his eyes widened, it was as if an invisible electric light shot out.

The people around them heard a faint crackling sound, and they looked left and right, only to realize later that it was the sound of Yiming's muscles tearing.

He's squeezing every ounce of power out of his fist.

"We are so far away from Brother Ming, we can still hear it? Brother Ming is so strong~"

Yiming's fist is undergoing obvious changes, it seems to be a big punch, and the bone joints are particularly prominent, like sun-dried bamboo joints, and the green is white.

Powerful and terrifying!

"This time, let you know what a true martial cultivator is!" Yiming said coldly.

Rumble!

As soon as the voice started, the man also rushed out, and the fist slashed through the snow and dust, breaking through the strong wind, and reaching Wei Mo's heart.

It's so perfect! Yiming hit this punch, and he was moved, and even had the illusion that he was about to break through and step into the triple layer.

Of course, that's just an illusion, the pinnacle to the realm of transcendence, it seems to be a millimeter, but in fact it is thousands of miles.

But this punch, in any case, will teach Wei Mo what it means to be modest.

Wei Mo's face became more and more solemn, and there was obvious anxiety in his eyes. Seeing that punch, it was about to hit him in the body.

"Oh no!" he said.